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Janis Ian

Passion Play

 

Passion Play

(album: Restless Eyes - 1981)


She came from Dakota, though some say she hailed from the South
He tried to believe, but each time she would leave
With the venom that dripped from her mouth
Like some angel of old bent on saving the soul
Drugged to the knees he would pray
To some rude Russian icon that twined like a python
And blinded the sun night and day
And he'd say

Please bring me peace
You say you'll stay just to leave me
Whole, all of my soul your passion play

Though she lies to amuse, she lies to confuse passion with vision and pain
He lies for possession and time, though there's no time to gain
Squandering feeling, constantly stealing
Away from the sound of her name
Is like thunder and lighting hiding the sound of the rain
And she'd say

Please bring me peace
Say you'll stay just to leave me
Whole, all of my soul your passion play

So he searches for truth in the beauty that once was her name
Senselessly trusting in time to remind her blind, she came
Suddenly rootless, fashionably useless
Magically fruitless and tame
Like some Sunday scholar who lives off the squalor
Of yesterday's knowledge and fame
And he'd say

Please bring me peace
You say you'll stay just to leave me
Whole, all of my soul your passion play

Well some overdose, and some wrap like a rose
'Round the slick perfumed nose of high noon
Burning their lips as they stoop low to kiss
Some rich man's excuse for the moon
I must have been lucky. Got out with my body
Intact and tomorrow in tune
Now it's this sense of time that wraps like a vine
'Round the neck of the sun and the moon
He'd say

Please bring me peace
You say you'll stay just to leave me
Whole, all of my soul your passion play

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