Take Me High

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Éphémère

L'Éphémère was a French poetry magazine published from 1967 to 1972 in Paris, France. The magazine was founded and edited by poets Yves Bonnefoy, Louis-René Des Forêts, Jacques Dupin and André Du Bouchet. It was established to react to new literary waves in the country, which ignored the privileged status of poetry. The financier of the magazine, which was published quarterly, was Galerie Maeght. more »

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Find me in the outskirts of this never caring town
Lighting some more matches as the city's burning down
Concrete jungle beat
Lost in neonlight
Fire is  the only chance to
Warm us up tonite

Incinerate relentless motion
Paint the sky in red
Freezeframe with a single notion
Of the  things we've never had
Melting dreams becoming statues
Of a life gone out  of sight
In your eyes reflecting stairways
Take me high
Take me high tonite
Take me high tonite
Take me high tonite

I wanna live, I wanna breathe, I wanna smile, I wanna run
I wanna laugh, I wanna cry, and I am shocked what I've become
Where is the light, where is the sea, there's nothing left inside of me
I wanna yearn, I wanna learn, oh show me how to feel alive
Alive

I'm really sad to say you won't get out of here alive
There's nothing to hold on to when the best of you has died
There's nothing to adore when everything's demystified
You can't replace your passion with a little bit of pride

I'm wearing clownish costumes
Just to keep you satisfied
Their promises are broken
And again, my friend, they've lied
You've dried out, dried out
You've become as cold as ice
Your heart may keep on beating
But there's nothing left inside

I wanna live, I wanna breathe, I wanna smile, I wanna run
I wanna laugh, I wanna cry, and I am shocked what I've become
Where is the light, where is the sea, there's nothing left inside of me
I wanna yearn, I wanna learn, oh show me how to feel alive
Alive

I'm really sad to say you won't get out of here alive
There's nothing to hold on to when the best of you has died
There's nothing to adore when everything's demystified
You can't replace your passion with a little bit of pride

Take me high tonite
Take me high tonite

Wake up, wake up
Open your eyes
All the gods that you worshipped have died
The skies are empty there's no one to obey
Now it's your own turn
Time to work, time to play
Wake up, wake up
Open your eyes
All the gods that you worshipped have died
The skies are empty there's no one to obey
Now it's your own turn
Time to work, time to play

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