Happy (Unbounded Glory)
I'm holding these eyes. These tired eyes. These tired eyes
Contained in me a weak block of sensation ties.
You together, or rather me, I should say give it
double the life, the toil, the trouble to live
Anything is nothing when all that's been had is everything.
â Continually continuing continuity all that's ahead, behind... â is nothing.
Anything is nothing when all that's been dreamt is everything.
Anything, anything, simple things, dead things... anything.
I've given these eyes a bath, these red eyes, these red eyes
The heavenly countenance enraged in me by old glassy eyes
â Oh, I've crossed the Ande's mountains high and felt the waiting peaceful tide
And just as extremely have I gone down in an ocean trench to peacefully drown.â
Nothing is everything when all that's been remembered is anything.
â Continually I have seen this certain continuity continuing everything.
Nothing is everything when all that's been remembered is anything.
So long 2-pointed South America
So long your happy fools, your clowns
So long green, green America
As long as you're around.
Contained in me a weak block of sensation ties.
You together, or rather me, I should say give it
double the life, the toil, the trouble to live
Anything is nothing when all that's been had is everything.
â Continually continuing continuity all that's ahead, behind... â is nothing.
Anything is nothing when all that's been dreamt is everything.
Anything, anything, simple things, dead things... anything.
I've given these eyes a bath, these red eyes, these red eyes
The heavenly countenance enraged in me by old glassy eyes
â Oh, I've crossed the Ande's mountains high and felt the waiting peaceful tide
And just as extremely have I gone down in an ocean trench to peacefully drown.â
Nothing is everything when all that's been remembered is anything.
â Continually I have seen this certain continuity continuing everything.
Nothing is everything when all that's been remembered is anything.
So long 2-pointed South America
So long your happy fools, your clowns
So long green, green America
As long as you're around.
Credits
Writer(s): Michel Legrand, William Robinson Jr.
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