Virginia Woolf - Emily Saliers
    Some will strut and some will fret

    See this an hour on the stage
    Others will not but they'll sweat
    In their hopelessness in their rage
    We're all the same the men of anger and the women of the page

    They published your diary and that's how I got to know you
    Key to the room of your own and a mind without end
    And here's a young girl on a kind of a telephone line through time
    And the voice at the other end comes like a long lost friend

    So I know I'm alright life will come and life will go
    Still I feel it's alright cause I just got a letter to my soul
    When my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
    Empty pages for the no longer young
    The apathy of time laughs in my face
    You said, "Each life has its place"

    The hatches were battened the thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormed
    The battle surrounded the white flag of your youth
    If you need to know that you weathered the storm of cruel mortality
    A hundred years later I'm sitting here living proof

    So you know you're alright life will come and life will go
    Still you feel it's alright someone'll get a letter to your soul
    When your whole life is on the tip of your tongue
    Empty pages for the no longer young
    The apathy of time laughed in your face
    Did you hear me say, "Each life has its place"

    The place where you hold me dark in a pocket of truth
    The moon had swallowed the sun and the light of the earth
    And so it was for you when the river eclipsed your life
    And sent your soul like a message in a bottle to me and it was my rebirth

    Emily:
    So we know we're alright
    Though life will come and life will go
    Still you'll feel it's alright
    Someone'll get a letter to your soul
    Then you know you're alright
    Then you feel you're alright
    And you hear dry your eyes
    And you know it's alright
    And you hear dry your eyes
    And you know it's alright
    And it's alright
    Amy:
    Alright
    Though life will come and life will go
    Alright
    Someone gets your soul
    When my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
    Empty pages for the no longer young
    You said
    Each life has it's place
    You said
    Each life has it's place
    It'll be alright
     

    Disk

    Marco Giunco
    Work Basket Music Words