as tears roll by

"As tears roll by"
Daniel Lanois

I’ve been working downtown inside my troubles
I’ve been working downtown inside my troubles
I’ve been sleeping under the bridge of highway 1
And I don’t know who my savior is
As tears roll by

Oh dear heart I know it’s been a long time
And the pendulum swings so wide
I’ve been wrestling with the burning spear
With the burning spear
Don’t want to be like this another year
As tears roll by

I could never see your perfect rainbow
Avalanche buried me deep in the snow
Murky smoke stack made me fall
Cold ambition written on my wall
I got mixed up and fell down
I got mixed up
As years roll by

I could be a patriot if I could see
But the T.V. talkin’ man make no sense to me
And I don’t know where our savior lives
And I don’t know where my savior is
Building up, building down
As tears roll by

Gotta keep my spirit out of trouble
Keep myself out of trouble
But the hands of need are calling me
I feel mortality
Tumble down, tumble down
As years roll by

They were building a building like forever
Heads buried deep inside a fever
The spirit cried out from the ground
Sweet, sweet maternal sounds
Tumble, tumble, tumble down tumble to the ground
As fears roll by
As tears roll by, as tears roll by, as tears roll by, as tears roll by

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I hope you read thru the lyrics. Wish you could hear the tune as well.
My brother-in-law (the only man I currently think has any decency about him)tuned me in and turned me on to Daniel Lanois' Shine soundtrack. Lanois did a lot of work with U2 in the late 80's and early 90's when U2 still had a little love in em.
The Joshua Tree got me through my freshman year of college, a year of defeat, of failure, of doubt and sickness.

But the Shine record has some beautiful moments. I would suggest it if you are looking for something a little different.

I was leafing through the pages of the new Victorias Secret Christmas catalogue last night. The women are so perfect, so beautiful and flawless; so young. I sighed and threw the fucking thing in the trash. How does one find another beautiful? How can her eyes be more magical? Her face, her laughter, her intellect?
I just feel well, like a burned out star--a fading light in the sky--unrecognizable, a passing blurr a streak on the window, bug smeared on the windshield.

Again another dream about a baby dying. This one was much more graphic--the blood from the mother being mopped up by custodial staff, they wheeled her out in the gurney with her explosive boyfriend next to her--covered in her feces and blood.
I woke up and held my daughter tightly. She is the only thing I am living for.