@ALBUM: benefit
BENEFIT

@SONG: With You There To Help Me
 
In days of peace,
Sweet smelling summer nights
Of wine and song.
Dusty pavements, burning feet.

Why am I crying?  I want to know.
How can I smile and make it right
For sixty days and eighty nights,
And not give in and lose the fight?

I'm going back to the ones that I know
With whom I can be what I want to be.
Just one week for the feeling to go,
And with you there to help me then it probably will.

I won't go down
Acting the same old play.
Gave sixty days for just one night.
Don't think I'd make it, but I'd bet I might.

I'm going back to the ones that I know
With whom I can be what I want to be.
Just one week for the feeling to go,
And with you there to help me then it probably will.

I'm going back to the ones that I know
With whom I can be what I want to be.
Just one week for the feeling to go,
And with you there to help me then it probably will.

I'm going back to the ones that I know
With whom I can be what I want to be.
Just one week for the feeling to go,
And with you there to help me then it probably will.

@SONG: Nothing To Say
 
Every day there's someone asking, "What is there to do?
Should I love or should I fight?  Is it all the same to you?"
"No," I say, "I have the answer proven to be true,
But if I were to share it with you, you would stand to gain and I to lose."

Oh I couldn't bear it so I've got nothing to say.
Nothing to say.
Nothing to say.

Every morning pressure forming all around my eyes;
Ceilings crash, the walls collapse, broken by the lies
That your misfortune brought upon us and I won't disguise them.
So don't ask me will I explain.  I won't even begin to tell you why.

No, just because I have a name, well, I've got nothing to say.
Nothing to say.
Nothing to say.

Climb a tower of freedom, paint your own deceiving sign.
It's not my part to criticize or to ask you to be blind
To your own pressing problem and the hate you must unwind.
So ask of me no answer; there is none that I could give you wouldn't find.

I went your way ten years ago and I've got nothing to say.
Nothing to say.
Nothing to say.

Nothing, nothing to say.
Nothing, nothing to say.
Nothing, nothing to say.  (Nothing to say!)
Nothing, nothing to say.  (Nothing to say!)
Nothing, nothing to say.

@SONG: Inside
 
All the place I've been make it hard to begin
to enjoy life again on the inside,
but I mean to.

Take a walk around the block and be glad that I've got
me some time to be in from the outside
and inside you.

I'm sitting on the corner feeling glad.
Got no money coming in but I can't be sad.
That was the best cup of coffee I ever had,
And I won't worry 'bout a thing because we've got it made.
Here on the inside, outside's so far away.

And we laugh and we sing.  Get someone to bring
Our friends here for tea in the evening.
Oh, Jeffrey makes three.

Take a walk in the park.  Does the wind in the dark
Sound like music to you?  Well I'm thinking
It does to me.

Na-na-na-na-na.
Na-na-na-na-na.
Na-na-na-na-na.
Na-na-na-na-na.

Can you cook?  Can you sew?  Well, I don't want to know.
That is not what you need on the inside
To make the time go.

Counting lambs, counting sheep, we will fall into sleep
And awake to a new day of living
And loving your soul.

Hm-hm-hm-hm.
Da-da-da-da.
Mm-mm-mm-mm.
Mm-mm-mm-mm.

@SONG: Son
 
Oh, I'll be sympathy.
Be grateful my son for what you get:
Expression and passion.
Ten days for watching the sunset.
When I was your age amusement we made for ourselves.

Permission to breathe sir.
Don't talk like that, I'm your man.
There'll soon be [???]
So join up as soon as you can.
You can't borrow that!
'Cause that's for the races and doesn't grow on trees.

I only feel what touches me
And feeling, touching, I can see
A better state to be in.

Who has the right
To question what I might do?
In feeling I should touch the real
And only things I feel.

It's advice.  It ain't nice
To know when you're best advised.
You're only turned thirty,
So son you'd better apologize.
And when you grow up, if you're good we will buy you a bike.

@SONG: For Michael Collins, Jeffrey And Me
 
Watery eyes of the last sighing second, blue reflections new to limb,
Beckon tearful child of wonder to repentance of the sin.
And the blind and lusty lovers of the great eternal lie
Go on believing nothing, since something has to die.

And the ape's curiosity - money, power - wins,
and the yellow soft mountains move under him.

I'm with you lamb, though it's a shame that it had to be you.
The mother ship is just a blip from your trip made for two.
I'm with you boy, so please employ just a little [???]
It's on my mind I'm left behind when I'm [???]
Walking with you.

And the limp-faced hungry humors fight to fasten with their eyes,
Like the man hung from the trapeze whose fall will satisfy,
And congratulate each other on their rare and wondrous deed
That their begrudged money bought to sow the monkey seed.

And the yellow soft mountains grow very still,
Witness as intrusion the humanoid thrill.

I'm with you lamb, though it's a shame that it had to be you.
The mother ship is just a blip from our trip made from you.
I'm with you boy, so please employ just a little [???]
It's on my mind I'm left behind when I'm [???]
Walking with you.
With you.
With you.

@SONG: To Cry You A Song
 
Flying so high, trying to remember,
"How many cigarettes did I bring along?"
When I get down I'll jump in a taxi cab
Driving through London town to cry you a song.

It's been a long time, still shaking my wings.
Well, I'm a glad bird; I got changes to ring.

Closing my dream inside its paper bag.
Thought I saw angels, but I could have been wrong.
Search in my case; can't find what they're looking for,
Waving me through to cry you a song.

It's been a long time, still shaking my wings.
Well, I'm a glad bird; I got changes to ring.

Lights in the street, peeping through curtains drawn,
Rattling of safety chain taking too long.
The smile in your eyes was never so sweet before.
Came down from the skies to cry you a song.

@SONG: A Time For Everything?
 
Once it seemed there would always be a time for everything.
Ages passed, I knew at last my life had never been.
I'd been missing what time could bring.

Fifty years and I'm filled with tears and joys.  I never cried.
Burn the wagon and chain the mule; the past is all denied.
There's no time for everything.

A time for everything.
A time for everything.
A time for everything.
A time for everything.

@SONG: Teacher
 
Well the dawn was coming.  Heard him ringing on my bell.
He said, "My name's a teacher, or that is what I call myself,
And I have a lesson that I must impart to you.
It's an old expression, but I must insist it's true:

Jump up, look around, find yourself some fun;
No sense in sitting there healing everyone.
No man's an island and his castle isn't home.
The nest is for nothing when the bird has flown."

So I took a journey through my world into the sea.
Will beware the teacher, who found fun instead of me.

Hey man, what's your plan, what was that you said?
Suntan, drinking head, lying there in bed.
I tried to socialize but I can't seem to find
What I was looking for.  Got something on my mind.

Then the teacher told me it had been a lot of fun,
Thanked me for his ticket and all that I had done.

Hey man, what's your plan, what was that you said?
Suntan, drinking head, lying there in bed.
I tried to socialize but I can't seem to find
What I was looking for.  Got something on my mind.

@SONG: Play In Time
 
Gotta take in what I can;
There is no time to do what must be done.
Why not do some thinking?

Sleeping is hard to come by,
So we'd all sit down and try to play in time
And we feel like singing.

Talking to people, they're my way.
Talking to people, they're my way.

Blue's one my favorite color.
[???] and found another song.
Well I felt like singing.

Trying hard to reach you:
Play what must be played, what must be sung,
And it's what I'm singing.

Talking to people, they're my way.
Talking to people, they're my way.

@SONG: Sossity; You're A Woman
 
Hello, you straight laced lady
Dressed in white, but your shoes aren't clean.
Painted them up with polish
In the hope we can't see where you've been.

The smiling face that you've worn
To greet me writing at morning
Sent me out to work for my score.
Please me and say what it's for.

Give me the straight-laced promise
And not a pathetic lie.
Tie me down with your ribbons
And sulk when I ask you why

Your Sunday paper voice cries
Demanding truths I deny.
The bitter-sweet kiss you pretended
Is offered, our affair mended.

Sossity; you're a woman.
Society; you're a woman.

All of the tears you're wasting
Are for yourself and not for me.
It's sad to know you're aging,
Sadder still to admit I'm free.

Your immature physical toy
Has grown too young to enjoy.
At last, your straight-laced agreement;
Woman you were too old for me.

Sossity; you're a woman.