
Date of issue: 18.01.2015
Song language: English
Long Strange Golden Road |
I was longing to be wooed |
I was ready to be humbled |
By the words that you had written |
By the syllables you mumbled |
Yeah, I was ready in my heart |
To have my heart invaded |
By the fervor of your passion |
Yes, I came to be persuaded |
But when I heard your ragged voice |
Something switched in my perception |
And I knew I was the victim |
Of a beautiful deception |
All my once exact beliefs |
Like tangled threads unraveled |
I walked out stunned and liberated |
And so began my travels |
Keep the river on your right |
And the highway at your shoulder |
And the front line in your sights, Pioneer |
Keep your eye on the road |
Remember what you told her |
This is all in code, my dear |
«You better get yourself a coat» |
Said the handsome taxi driver |
And he sighed like seven bridges |
Like a natural-born survivor |
As we drove into the night |
I could feel the forest jangling |
All the choices laid before me |
And their consequences dangling |
We came upon a stricken ship |
That must have once been splendid |
The captain as he died said |
«Boys, our revels now have ended» |
I heard a wild holy band |
Playing jazz that was outrageous |
That recalled the days of rapture |
When our love was still young and contagious |
Keep the river on your right |
And the highway at your shoulder |
And the front line in your sights, Pioneer |
Keep your eye on the road |
Remember what you told her |
This is all in code, my dear |
In a dim-lit motel room |
Two sad lovers were discoursing |
On the dignity of exile |
And the merits of divorcing |
She said «All certainty is gone» |
But he leapt up, still denying |
Cried, «I won’t believe the flame I lit |
Is dead or even dying» |
She left him drooling in the dust |
And with rucksack packed begun her |
Bitter journey to the border |
Which is where I wooed and won her |
She was Aphrodite, Helen, Thetis |
Eve among the satyrs |
She was Venus in a v-neck sweater |
She was all that ever mattered |
Keep the river on your right |
And the highway at your shoulder |
And the front line in your sights, Pioneer |
Keep your eye on the road |
Remember what you told her |
This is all in code, my dear |
Like Dean Moriarty’s ghost |
I came in quest of secret knowledge |
In the winter of my journey |
To a crumbling Druid college |
There I read the books of lore |
And contemplated in seclusion |
But I took my leave embittered |
Still in love with my illusions |
In the drizzling Irish rain |
As a tender dawn was breaking |
In a doorway I stood spellbound by |
The ancient music they were making |
I took my breakfast with the gods |
On a blushing summer morning |
To a wind blew them all away |
Without a moment’s warning |
Keep the river on your right |
And the highway at your shoulder |
And the front line in your sights, Pioneer |
Keep your eye on the road |
Remember what you told her |
This is all in code, my dear |
Under cold electric light |
I watched the scenes mutating |
Like an old-time frontier ballad |
Or a carousel rotating |
As if in a moment from a film |
With astonishing precision |
The camera zooms in close |
And a figure comes into vision |
I’m in Tokyo; |
it’s dawn |
And it’s raining hallelujahs |
Down the bright-lit neon canyons |
Along the sidewalks of Shibuya |
I’m trying to take a stance |
And rise above my contradictions |
But I’m just a bunch of words in pants |
Most of those are fiction |
Keep the river on your right |
And the highway at your shoulder |
And the front line in your sights, Pioneer |
Keep your eye on the road |
Remember what you told her |
This is all in code, my dear |
Keep the river on your right |
And the highway at your shoulder |
And the front line in your sights, Pioneer |
Keep your eye on the road |
Remember what you told her |
This is all in code, my dear |
Name | Year |
---|---|
The Whole Of The Moon | 1991 |
Fisherman's Blues | 1991 |
We Will Not Be Lovers | 1988 |
And A Bang On The Ear | 1991 |
A Girl Called Johnny | 1991 |
The Pan Within | 2011 |
Ready For The Monkeyhouse | 2016 |
Trumpets | 1985 |
Don't Bang The Drum | 1991 |
How Long Will I Love You | 2021 |
A Song For The Life | 2021 |
Spring Comes to Spiddal | 2013 |
Islandman | 2021 |
Something That Is Gone | 2021 |
A Man Is In Love | 1991 |
Jimmy Hickey's Waltz | 1988 |
Somebody Might Wave Back | 1994 |
Room To Roam | 2021 |
Spirit | 1991 |
Old England | 2011 |