How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string?
How did you learn everything that comes along with slavish funnery?
Tell me something, if the world is so insane,
is it making you sane again to let another man tug at the thread that pulls up your nodding head?
How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string?
How do you manage to live inside this tiny stage you can't leave?
Tell me something, if the world is so insane,
is it making you sane again to let another man tug at the thread that pulls up your nodding head?
A dullard strung on the wire.
When the master's gone you hang there with your eyes and your limbs so lifeless.
How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string?
How do you manage to speak, your mouth a frozen grin?
A dullard strung on the wire.
When the master's gone you hang there with your eyes and your limbs so lifeless.
Tell me something, if the world is so insane,
is it making you sane again to let another man tug at the thread that pulls up your empty wooden head?
Your hollow head, your marble eyes, your wooden hands and your metal jaw pins
all wait in limbo for the man who knows how to move you this way.

I'd like to know what makes you stay
while your eyes still search for escape.
You think that I don't feel the cold,
but I wait while confessions unfold.
You'll never make a living from reading minds
or from getting your direction from exit signs.
Look into your heart and you won't find me there.
You won't find me where you hide
and that makes us a matter of time.
Like trees exposed by fall,
time reveals it all.
Tell me you want to do everything
but you're stuck up to your knees.
And I'm less likely pushed forward by ambition than a breeze.
But there's a flame that must be fanned,
and it appears as a beckoning hand.
Don't think 'cause you're not talking you're being kind,
you've been getting your direction from exit signs.
Look into your heart and you won't find me there.

I will twine with your mingles of raven black hair
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
With myrtle as bright as the emerald dew
The pale and the lyd-er and eyes of light blue
Oh he promised to love me; he promised to love
And to cherish me always all others above.
I woke from my dream and my idol was clay
My passion for loving had vanished away.
Oh he taught me to love him; he called me his flower
A blossom to cheer him through lifeÂ’s weary hour
But now he is gone and left me alone
The wild flowers to weep and the wild birds to mourn.
I will dance and IÂ’ll sing and my life shall be gay
I will charm every heart and each crown I shall sway
Though my heart now is breaking he never shall know
How his name makes me tremble, my pale cheeks to glow.
I will dance and IÂ’ll sing and my heart will be gay
IÂ’ll banish this weeping, drive troubles away.
IÂ’ll live yet to see him regret this dark hour
When we won and neglected this frail wildwood flower.

Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
And I am not alone while my love is near me
I know it will be so until it's time to go
So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again
I have no fear of time
For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time goes?

That young boy without a name
Anywhere I'd know his face
In this city the kid's my favorite
I've seen him
I see him every day
Seen him run outside
Looking for a place to hide
From his father
The kid half naked
And said to myself
"O, what's the matter here?"
I'm tired of the excuses
Everbody uses
He's their kid
I stay out of it
But who gave you the right
To do this?
We live on Morgan Street
Just ten feet between
And his mother
I never see her
But her screams and cussing
I hear them every day
Threats like
"If you don't mind
I will beat on your behind"
"Slap you, slap you silly"
Made me say
"O, what's the matter here?"
I'm tired of the excuses
Everybody uses
He's your kid
Do as you see fit
But get this through
That I don't approve
Of what you did
To you own flesh and blood
I'm tired of the excuses
Everybody uses
He's your kid
Do as you see fit
But get this through
That I don't approve
Of what you did
To you own flesh and blood
"If you don't sit
In your chair straight
I'll take this belt
From around my waist
And don't you think
That I won't use it!"
Answer me and take your time
What could be the awful crime
He could do at such young an age?
If I'm the only witness
To your madness
Offer me some words to balance
Out what I see and what I hear
All these cold and rude
Things that you do
I suppose you do
Because he belongs to you
And instead of love
And the feel of warmth
You've given him these cuts
And sores won't heal
With time or age
I want to say
"What's the Matter here?"
But I don't dare say
"What's the Matter here?"
But I don't dare say

Aquele jovem garoto sem nome, eu conhecia seu rosto. Nesta cidade, o menino era meu preferido. Eu o via, o via todo o dia.
Via-o correndo lá fora, procurando um lugar para se
esconder de seu pai, o garoto semi-nu e eu me
perguntava: “ó, qual é o problema aqui”
Estou cansada de desculpa que todos usam, ele é seu filho e eu não me intromento, mas quem os deu direito de fazer o que fazem?
Moramos na Rua Morgan, a apenas 3 metros, nunca vi sua mãe, mas ouvia seus gritos e maldizeres, eu ouvia todo o dia. Ameaças como: “Se nãos e comporta, vou dar-lhe umas palmadas na bunda”, “Vou te bater, vou te bater, tolo”, me faziam dizer “ó, qual é o problema aqui?”
Estou cansada de desculpa que todos usam, ele é seu filho, façam o que bem entederem, mas compreendam que eu não aprovo o que vocês fazem para alguém de seu próprio sangue.
“Se você não se sentar direito na cadeira, vou tirar o cinto e não pense que não irei usá-lo”
Responda-me, leve o tempo que for, qual poderia ser o crime terrível que ele poderia fazer em tenra idade?Se sou a única testemunha de sua loucura, fale me alguma coisa que possa devolver o equilíbrio para o que eu vejo e ouço.
Todas essas coisas rudes e insensíveis que vocês dizem, eu presumo assim seja porque ele pertence a vocês. E, ao invés de amor e sentimento de calor, vocês só lhe dão cortes e cicatrizes que não se curam com o tempo ou idade.
E eu quero perguntar “ó, qual problema aqui”, mas não tenho coragem de fazer.

The man in 119 takes his tea all alone.
Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries.
I'm hearing opera through the door.
The souls of men and women, impassioned all.
Their voices climb and fall; battle trumpets call.
I fill the bath and climb inside, singing.
He will not touch their pastry
but every day they bring him more.
Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal them all away
and then go and eat them on the shore.
I draw a jackal-headed woman in the sand,
sing of a lover's fate sealed by jealous hate
then wash my hand in the sea.
With just three days more I'd have just about learned the entire score to Aida.
Holidays must end as you know.
All is memory taken home with me:
the opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea, all years ago.

Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and your worries.
Trouble me on the days when you feel spent.
Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden
when my back is sturdy and strong?
Trouble me.
Speak to me, don't mislead me, the calm I feel means a storm isswelling;
there's no telling where it starts or how it ends.
Speak to me, why are you building this thick brick wall to defendme
when your silence is my greatest fear?
Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden
when my back is sturdy and strong?
Speak to me.
Let me have a look inside these eyes while I'm learning.
Please don't hide them just because of tears.
Let me send you off to sleep with a
"There, there, now stop your turning and tossing."
Let me know where the hurt is and how to heal.
Spare me? Don't spare me anything troubling.
Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and you worries.
Speak to me and let our words build a shelter from the storm.
Lastly, let me know what I can mend.
There's more, honestly, than my sweet friend, you can see.
Trust is what I'm offering if you trouble me

The still and silence is torn with violence.
A loud breaking sound in the night is made.
Hear it grow, hear it fade.
The sound you're hearing, the sound you're fearing
is the hate that parades up and down our streets, coming within bounds and within reach.
Now, inside the place we hide away, we hear it near and hope it turns away.
Turn away…
There's something seething in the air we're breathing.
We learn slash and burn is the method to use.
Set a flame, burn it new.
We're overpowered.
We kneel, we cower, we cover our heads.
Feel the threat of blows that will come and the damage that will be done in its wake.
Now, inside this place we hide away, we hear it near although it's miles away.
We hear it near and hope it turns away.
Turn away…
This house divided, we live inside it.
Hate's dwelling place is behind our door in fitful nights.
Hear it walk the floor and hear it rave as it moans and drags along its ball and chain,
as it moves through this house it can't escape.
Now inside this place we hide away.
We hear it near and hope it turns away.
Turn away

Those schoolgirl days of telling tales and biting nails are gone
But in my mind I know they will still live on and on
But how do you thank someone who has taken you from crayons to
Perfume?
It isnÂ’t easy but IÂ’ll try
If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky
In letters that would soar a thousand feet high
To sir, with love
Those awkward years have hurried by - why do they fly away?
Why is it, sir, that children grow up to be people one day?
What takes the place of climbing trees and dirty knees in the world
Outside?
What is there for you I can buy?
If you wanted the world IÂ’d surround it with a wall
IÂ’d scrawl in words with letters ten feet tall
To sir, with love
The time has come for closing books and long last looks must end
And as I leave, I know that I am leaving my best friend
A friend who taught me right from wrong and weak from strong
ThatÂ’s a lot to learn - what can I give you in return?
If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start
But I would rather you let me give my heart
To sir, with love

Ao mestre, com carinho
Aqueles dias de estudante
De contar mentiras, e roer unhas se foram
Mas, em minha mente
Sei que sempre, sobreviverão
Mas como agradecer alguém
Que te fez "crescer como gente"
Não é fácil mas vou tentar
(refrão)
Se você quisesse o céu
Eu escreveria nele com as estrelas
A mil pés de altura
Ao mestre, com carinho
Chegou a hora
De fechar os livros … enquanto longos e últimos olhares permanecem
E enquanto eu viver
Saberei que estou, deixando meu melhor amigo
Um amigo, que me mostrou o certo e o errado
O fraco e o forte
Isso é tão difícil de aprender
O que ? o que posso eu lhe dar em troca ?
(refrão)
Se você quisesse a lua
Eu tentaria levar as estrelas
Mas eu, dou toda segurança do meu coração
Ao mestre, com carinho
Mas como agradecer alguém
Que te fez "crescer como gente"
Não é fácil mas vou tentar
(refrão)
Se você quisesse o céu
Eu escreveria nele com as estrelas
A mil pés de altura
Ao mestre, com carinho
(refrão)
Se você quisesse a lua
Eu tentaria levar as estrelas
Mas eu, dou toda segurança do meu coração
Ao mestre, com carinho

I saw time turn so much there to unlearn,
you were envy you wouldn't say you tore heart strings
that sorry day dark light hid the tears one for each of the years
love has reasons reason never knows
time turns over love overflows I should have spoken sooner
on that sorry day your arms are open
and I wondered why
wondered why
five years passed to the day time heals some people say
when you hurt the ones I love you're also hurting me
and time turns over turning you from me I thought you'd never reach me
on that sorry day your arms were open wide and I wondered why