Don McLean - Tapestry lyrics
[Don McLean - Tapestry lyrics]
Every thread of creation is held in position
By still other strands of things living
In an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline
Of smoldering cities, so gray and so vulgar
As not to be satisfied
With their own negativity
But needing to touch all the living as well
And every breeze that blows kindly
Is one crystal breath
We exhale on the blue diamond heaven
As gentle to touch as the hands of the healer
As soft as farewells whispered
Over the coffin we're poisoned by venom with
Each breath we take
From the brown sulphur chimney
And the black highway snake
And every dawn that breaks golden
Is held in suspension
Like the yolk of the egg in albumen
Where the birth and the
Death of unseen generations
Are interdependent in vast orchestration
And painted in colors of tapestry thread
When the dying are born and
The living are dead
And every pulse of your heartbeat
Is one liquid moment
That flows through the veins of your being
Like a river of life
Flowing on since creation
Approaching the sea with each new generation
You're now just a stagnant
And rancid disgrace
That is rapidly drowning the whole human race
And every fish that swims silent
Every bird that flies freely
Every doe that steps softly
Every crisp leaf that falls
All the flowers that grow
On this colorful tapestry, somehow they know
That if man is allowed to destroy all we need
He will soon have to pay with
His life for his greed
By still other strands of things living
In an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline
Of smoldering cities, so gray and so vulgar
As not to be satisfied
With their own negativity
But needing to touch all the living as well
And every breeze that blows kindly
Is one crystal breath
We exhale on the blue diamond heaven
As gentle to touch as the hands of the healer
As soft as farewells whispered
Over the coffin we're poisoned by venom with
Each breath we take
From the brown sulphur chimney
And the black highway snake
And every dawn that breaks golden
Is held in suspension
Like the yolk of the egg in albumen
Where the birth and the
Death of unseen generations
Are interdependent in vast orchestration
And painted in colors of tapestry thread
When the dying are born and
The living are dead
And every pulse of your heartbeat
Is one liquid moment
That flows through the veins of your being
Like a river of life
Flowing on since creation
Approaching the sea with each new generation
You're now just a stagnant
And rancid disgrace
That is rapidly drowning the whole human race
And every fish that swims silent
Every bird that flies freely
Every doe that steps softly
Every crisp leaf that falls
All the flowers that grow
On this colorful tapestry, somehow they know
That if man is allowed to destroy all we need
He will soon have to pay with
His life for his greed