"Alone," by Peter Gabriel. From the City of Angels soundtrack. "Step away then from the edge. Your best friend in life is not your mirror. Come back away. I am here and I will be forever..."
"No Rain," by Blind Melon. I have forgotten the album title. "All I can say is that my life is pretty strange. I like watching the puddles gather rain... All I can do is just pour some tea for two, and speak my point of view, but it's not sane."
"Sweet Revenge," by John Prine. From the album Sweet Revenge. "I got kicked off of Noah's Ark. I turned my cheek to unkind remarks. There was two of everything and one of me. And when the rains came tumbling down, I held my breath and I stood my ground, and I watched that ship go sailing out to sea."
"The Pilgrim," by Kris Kristofferson. I have it on a Greatest Hits album. "He's a puller, he's a picker, he's a prophet, he's a pusher, he's a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he's stoned. He's a walking contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home... Still he keeps right on a-changing for the better or the worse, searching for a shrine he's never found. Never knowing if believing is a blessing or a curse, or if the going up is worth the coming down."
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"