Wednesday, January 23, 2008

hold on to yourself, this is gonna hurt like hell

we came to dance
making moves from a passion play
the ties that bind us just slip away


Act of a moment. One thing falls, another rises. Tricky bit of work was in putting all the pieces back together. But it could be done, it had to be, and it was.

we came to dance
the piper calls out a different rhyme
he cracks the whip and we step in time


Twitchy feeling was the sense of eyes upon us. One thing falls, another rises. Another had risen while we'd been away and busy and overly occupied. One thing already risen, before we ever started.

standing as the parade goes passing by
I hear a voice around me cry
like the sound of distant drums


Change and colloquy. Circumstances shifting. The absurd feeling of needing to send people from this spot with branches of olive and white flags. And why, for what?

rejected and alone
a heart without a home
then someone said
we came to dance
making moves from a passion play
the ties that bind us just slip away


One thing rises, again. As expected, it needs to be put together, jigsaw pieces having fallen out of place. Eyes upon us as we work, we do not know why.

we came to dance
the piper calls out a different rhyme
he cracks the whip and we step in time
we came to dance


But slowly, the thing is done. One thing falls, one thing rises. We assure ourselves of the foundation, and are gone from earth. And yet it feels that eyes rest upon us as we rise.

waiting as the panic grips my hand
hearing prose from high command
like a million times before


And what ill have we done, we who have been away? We who have stayed away? We who have lived our lives in lands far, far from these...What have we possibly done?

no dignity or grace
it's the prize and not the race
and someone said
we came to dance
making moves from a passion play
the ties that bind us just slip away


One thing falls. We rise. But we rise unsure and wounded, and we curl around each other for succor and healing, lids closed fast on the things we yet see, eyes turned from all possible futures.

we came to dance
the piper calls out a different rhyme
he cracks the whip and we step in time
we came to dance


It's not in me to play Cassandra. It's not in us to know such things. But there is unease now in all my movements. And why, what have I done? What have any of us done?

we came to dance
making moves from a passion play
the ties that bind us just slip away


This is my place...I think. This is my home...I think. Yet I've strayed far from its bright presence, and why? To ease another. Who is not eased. This much, now, we know.

take what you can
they said take it while you may
but keep in mind penalty fits the crime
and it deals no softened blow
we came to dance


I have this great temptation in me for leaving.
But I am stubborn, by all things, I am stubborn. And that would be giving in.

Yet, I have to ask, I have to think, I think I need to know--why? Ultimately, though...I don't think I want the question answered...


(Lyrics taken from Ultravox, "We Came To Dance"; pulling from studio version as well as radio release.)

2 comments:

Seraph Nephilim said...

I love Ultravox and this song. It's rare that I don't love your musical choices, dear shifter. *smiles*

Emilly Orr said...

*smiles back*

And you'd know, where all the titles come from. My wee conceit of musical note.

But yes, one of my favorite Ultravox numbers, I think.