Don McLean - Tapestry Lyrics
Every thread of creation is held in positionBy still other strands of things livingIn an earthly tapestry hung from the skylineOf 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 breathWe exhale on the blue diamond heaven:As gentle to touch as the hands of the healer,As soft as farewells whispered over the coffin.Were poisoned by venom with each breath we takeFrom the brown sulfer chimney and the black highway snake.And every dawn that breaks golden is held in suspensionLike the yolk of the egg in albumen.Where the birth and the death of unseen generationsAre interdependant in vast orchestration,And painted in colors of tapestry threadWhen the dying are born and the living are dead.And every pulse of your heartbeat is one liquid momentThat flows through the veins of your being.Like a river of life flowing on since creationApproaching the sea with each new generation,Youre now just a stagnant and rancid disgraceThat is rapidly drowning the whole human race.And every fish that swims silent, every bird that fly freelyEvery doe that steps softly,Every crisp leaf that falls, all the flowers that grow,On this colorful tapestry, somehow they knowThat if man is allowed to destroy all we needHe will soon have to pay with his life for his greed
