Einstein on the Beach: Knee Play 5

Philip Glass - Non-Music, Opera
Einstein on the Beach: Knee Play 5
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Duration: 5:30
Lyrics
One, two, three, four One, two, three, four, five, six One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight One, two, three, four One, two, three, four, five, six One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight One, two, three, four One, two, three, four, five, six One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight One, two, three, four One, two, three, four, five, six One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight Will it get some wind for the sailboat? And it could get for it is It could get the railroad for these workers And it could be where it is It could Franky It could be Franky It could be very fresh and clean It could be a balloon Oh, these are the days my friends And these are the days my friends It could get some wind for the sailboat And it could get for it is It could get the railroad for these workers And it could get for it is were It could be a balloon It could be Franky It could be very fresh and clean All these are the days my friends And these are the days my friends It could be those ways Will it get some wind for the sailboat? And it could get for it is it It could get the railroad for these workers And it could get for it is So these are the days my friends And these are the days my friends But these days of 888 cents and 106 coins of change These are the days my friends and these are my days my friends Make a Toyota on these these One, two, three Five, six, seven Will it get some wind for the sailboat And it could for It could be Franky it could he very fresh and clean So it could be those ones So if you cash the bank of world traveler from ten months ago Do you remember Hans the bus driver? Well I put the red ball, blue ball two black and white balls And Hans pushed on his brakes and the four balls went down to that And Hans said, "Get those four balls away from the gearshift" All these are the days my friends and these are the days my friends It could get the railroad for these workers It could Would will it get some wind for the sailboat And it could get for it is The day with its cares and perplexities is ended and the night is now upon us The night should be a time of peace and tranquility a time to relax and be calm We have need of a soothing story to banish the disturbing thoughts of the day, to set at rest our troubled minds, and put at ease our ruffled spirits And what sort of story shall we hear? Ah, it will be a familiar story a story that is so very, very old, and yet it is so new It is the old, old story of love Two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies touching each other, holding hands in the moonlight There was silence between them So profound was their love for each other, they needed no words to express it. And so they sat in silence, on a park bench, with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight Finally she spoke "Do you love me, John?" she asked "You know I love you, darling," he replied. "I love you more than tongue can tell You are the light of my life my sun, moon and stars. You are my everything. Without you I have no reason for being" Again there was silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench, their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight. Once more she spoke. "How much do you love me, John?" she asked He answered, "How much do I love you? Count the stars in the sky Measure the waters of the oceans with a teaspoon Number the grains of sand on the seashore Impossible, you say. Yes and it is just as impossible for me to say how much I love you My love for you is higher than the heavens, deeper than Hades, and broader than the Earth. It has no limits, no bounds Everything must have an ending except my love for you." There was more of silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight Once more her voice was heard "Kiss me, John" she implored And leaning over, he pressed his lips warmly to hers in fervent osculation
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Credits
- Writers
- Philip Glass
- Robert Wilson (Producer)