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• Tapestry - Nana Mouskouri
• Tapestry - Carole King
• Tapestry - Don McLean
• Tapestry - Protest The Hero
• Tapestry - Carol King
• Tapestry - Moya Brennan

My life has been a tapestry
Of rich and royal hue
An ever lasting vision
Of the ever-changing view
A wonderous woven magic
In bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see,
Impossible to hold
Once amid the soft and silver sadness in the sky
There came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by
He wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide
And a coat of many colors, yellow green on either side
He moved with some uncertainty as if he din't know
Just what he was there for or where he ought to go
Once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree
And his hand came down empty
Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road
He sat upon on a river rock and turned into a toad
It seem that he had fallen into someone's wicked spell
And I wept to see him suffer,though I didn't know him well
As I watched in sorrow, then suddenly appeared
A figure grey and ghostly beneath a flowing beard
In time of deepest darkness
I've seen him dressed in black
Now my tapestry's unravelling;

My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue
An everlasting vision of the ever changing view
A wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold
Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky
There came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by
He wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide
And a coat of many colors, yellow-green on either side
He moved with some uncertainty, as if he didn't know
Just what he was there for, or where he ought to go
Once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree
And his hand came down empty
Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road
He sat down on a river rock and turned into a toad
It seemed that he had fallen into someone's wicked spell
And I wept to see him suffer, though I didn't know him well
As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared
A figure gray and ghostly beneath a flowing beard
In times of deepest darkness, I've seen him dressed in black
Now my tapestry's unraveling, he's come to take me back

Every thread of creation is held in position
by still other strands of things living.
In an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline
of smouldering cities so gray and so vulgar,
as not to be satisfied with their own negativity
but needing to touch all the living as well.
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.
Every dawn that breaks golden is held in suspension
like the yoke 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.
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.
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 colourful tapestry, somehow they know.
That if man is allowed to destroy all they need.
He will soon have to pay with his life, for his greed.

And what a fucking waste of a day
We just lay around and waste away
Because when that sun goes down it's bottoms up
We try to reach the bottom of the endless cup
Everybody's getting older, but no one's growing up
As the weather's getting colder, the room starts heating up
Cam's hair just keeps falling out and Chris just keeps getting fatter
But from where I sit now, on this rickety stool, None of that shit really matters because
This is our Versailles
Palace on the swamp
Listen to me for a nominal fee you can have anything you want
What matters the most is the bad joke ghost circling your floating corpse at the end of the haunt
Kneel before me peasantry
I'm so drunk I can't feel a thing
Pledge your allegiance to the fucking swamp king
Drunk as hell
Dumb as all get out
So pucker up those pretty lips of yours and
Kiss my ass and shut your mouth
Sometimes a knife right through your heart is exactly what you need
Sometimes the things that you're ashamed of make you who you're supposed to be
Listen to me for a nominal fee you can have anything you want
We'll remain here
We'll remain here forever and always
What matters the most is that bad joke ghost circling your floating corpse at the end of the haunt
We'll remain here
We'll remain here forever
Like a million other soldiers on a thousand other battlefields we wait,
Wait for the dawn
Like a million other soldiers yes we wait
This is our Versailles
Palace on the swamp

My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hues.
An ever lasting vision of the ever changing views.
A wondrous world of magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see impossible to hold
Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky
There came a man of fortune, just a drifter passing by.
He wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide
And a coat of many colors, yellow green on either side
He moved with some uncertainty as if he didn't know
Just what he was there for or where he ought to go
Once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree
And his hand cam down empty.
Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road
He sat down on a river rock and he turned into a toad
It seems as if he'd fallen into someones mistic spell
And I wept to see him suffer tho I did not know him well
As I watched in sorrow there suddenly appeared
a figure grey and ghostly beneath the flowing beard
In times of deepest darkness I've seen him dressed in black

Weaving silver and gold
Destinations crossing over
Gentle music touching beauty
Rising in harmony
Teach us to listen
Calling for wisdom
Gracing a tapestry
Weaving silver and gold
Destinations crossing over
Spinning a web of ribbons and color
Colors of history
Stories together
Laughing and dancing
Gracing a tapestry
Weaving silver and gold
Destinations crossing over
Treasure secrets, stealing moments
Phrases of poetry
Setting in motion
Loving forever
Gracing a tapestry
Weaving silver and gold