Re-posted as requested by my dearest friend, Ms. Doyle (Paloma de Paz) and dedicated to the youth of the world, encouraging them all to dance to the music of life!



Grace
By: Noah Eaton
1/24/02

I approach the bright lights at ease
Mothers speaking in my lungs, my father through my throat
All my colleagues are lined up like militia
Watch, because between the lines
I'm going to be making waves
Juxtaposing my blessings in this diocese
And I will be the vicar forene and convert all my fears

Oh, strum my heart like a tuning fork
Start me up and I'll show you what this is all for
Via media, up above, doesn't matter where I go
Wait until I start up the show
I'm not crazy, I'm just feeling feisty
But I have a right to be once in a while
So let me shake my tambourine!

I'll shake it up
I'll tune it up
So turn it up
I'm the graceful one!



Moth, come and dance with this flame
Play by ear, need not pay for this telephone exchange
Insert your coins to begin this cycle
It's you, me, and the music
Here where yield signs are forbidden on my avenues
Watch as my legs dissolve like tapioca
Repel these tidal waves of metaphors and paint in tempera
Be temerarious, vibrate, vibrate, tuck your masks away
Would you give anything to be
Would you give anything to be?

From my toes
To my knees
To my chest
And onto my heart
I'm astonished by this beat
Cellophane wits and silicone pursuits
Solecism one may say, but independence to another
Just behold my somatology
Just behold how I can move with God!

I'll shake it up
I'll tune it up
So turn it up
I'm the graceful one!



Sirens used to blind me, the darkness became my exorcist
I used to cry a river and live my life like a mad scientist
But now I'll be the sommelier, the guest of honor
Shilly-shally becomes shimmy when you vacillate
You thought your image was Neapolitan ice cream
You're everything, so rise to the podium and sing
You're the architect, the spitting image
The time is now, so let's get to business

Some may say I'm selling my soul, but I'm only artistic
Drink your ambrosia, assemble your seance
Order a search warrant for any of the music in you
Rock on, rock lobster, make a replevin
Release the music in your soul, let it all out
Bury yourself in the power ballad, sweet songbird
You've got hands, you've got soul
You've got hips that reverberate the living word
Shake it up, shake it up, shake it up
Shake it up, let your manifesto be accented out loud...

I'll shake it up
I'll tune it up
So turn it up
I'm the graceful one!
I'll shake it up
You know, you know I will
I'll tune it up
Dance with me now
So turn it up
You know, you know I will
I'm the graceful one!

"You are the music while the music lasts"
And "the high note is not the only thing"
So turn it up with God's liaison
Be the graceful one!

Be temerarious, tuck your masks away
Would you give anything to be
Would you give anything to be?
Embrace Grace, embrace...



Quoted lines in respect to T.S Elliot & Placido Domingo

[This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (04-30-2003 12:02 AM).]

~Somewhere in my heart I'm always
dancing with you in the summer rain~

there ain't no lovin'
like Gnub Gnubbin's lovin'

Wow Noah!! It's been such a long time since I last read something you wrote... Not your fault though, coz I was the absent one... hehe

This one is really cool and funky! Can just imagine being at a gig and watching the band strum their guitars and drum their percussions. COOL!!

_,,,^.^,,,_
Florence