If Love Is A Religion - Lyrics
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1. Yonathan
Everyone back home has a Yonathan, Who likes to climb trees, and comes home with scraped knees, He’s your best friend’s kid brother, With a stressed-out mother, Who loves when you hold him and sing him to sleep, Yonathan, Yonathan, Yonathan … My dad had a Yonathan That he went to school with, Broke all the rules with and made up dumb games, My dad’s Yonathan was hijacked in an airplane, And killed for a reason I didn’t understand, Yonathan, Yonathan, Yonathan … I had one too; he was a student of mine, A young boy so fine it blew my mind When his mother and sister were killed by a stranger Who hated his own life enough to do that, Yonathan, Yonathan, Yonathan … I’m not saying that all of the Yonathans Are well-brought-up people who would never do harm, I’m just saying that for the sake of the name, For the sake of the name let us take down our arms, Yonthan, Yonathan, Yonathan … |
2. I Met a Traveler
I met a traveler, said he was a fighter, Our causes and our star-signs matched, he said, He followed me until I followed him, He cried my name until the only name I heard was his. He promised to protect me for a small price, He took his blade and promised little pain, Said he’d read it in a text-book long ago, He unfolded ,from his pockets, his withered and creased degrees. So I fled one coast and burrowed in another, I changed my clothes and let my hair grow long, I waited ‘til my threads and ribs were showing, I gave away my treasures and I made my journey down. I’m somewhere now where nobody will find me, I leave cryptic notes for those I choose to touch And I hope my friends and family all believe I surrendered peacefully. |
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3. Setting Fires
The kids in Winnipeg are setting fires, I think I understand why, And it just makes me want to cry, And then, there’s you: You say there’s nothing we can do But have ourselves a drink For the kids in Winnipeg, Who are setting fires. I have no children, Nor do I want them anymore, Though I used to want them so – It’s all too much, The way things seem to sometimes go, You say there’s nothing we can do But sit around and pray For kids like in Winnipeg, who are setting fires, No son of mine, and no darling daughter, Would ever think that it’s ok To burn it all away, You say there’s nothing we can do But watch it all go down, But that’s why there’re kids in Winnipeg Who are setting fires. |
4. I Lost My Husband To The War
I lost my husband to the war, I lost my husband to the war, I lost my husband … And they’re all looking at me, Some are even taking pictures, And I don’t feel pretty, I look awful on t.v., And they want me to hand out pamphlets, They want me to make speeches, But my mouth’s too dry To say hello to my neighbor And I’m supposed to remember you as perfect But I hated you the day you left For leaving all the dishes, Well, I’ve been having trouble doing dishes, Ever since I got the call, I lost my husband to the war, I lost my husband to the war, I lost my husband … And they’re all treating me as if I’m lucky, And I say what I know I’m supposed to say, I lost my husband to the war, I lost my husband to the war, I lost my husband … |
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5. If Love Is A Religion
If love is a religion, I want to believe, I’ll pray every day, I’ll get down on my knees, I’ll chant the words I need to chant, I’ll say I can When I think I can’t, I’ll follow each ritual ‘til it seems true, I’ll give my very life to you, I’ll take the stones that come with it, I’ll suffer, but I won’t regret, For if we must testify, Then we must have an alibi, If love is a religion, Let’s keep it sacred, Dressed in our robes, And when we are naked. |
6. Slaves To The Archetypes
We’re such slaves to the archetypes, And so slow to recover, That’s why I read all the books, But there comes a time, When you’ve got to write your own story We’re such slaves to the archetypes, That’s why I sit on your doorstep, And I know all the paths, But there comes a time When you’ve just got to go – We’re such slaves to the archetypes, That’s why I sit on your doorstep, And I read all the books But there comes a time, You’ve got to write your own story. |
