Tim Buckley: Goodbye and hello

The antique people are down in the dungeons Run by machines and afraid of the tax Their heads in the grave and their hands on their eyes Hauling their hearts around circular tracks Pretending forever their masquerade towers Are not really riddled with widening cracks And I wave goodbye to iron And smile hello to the air O the new children dance ------ I am young All around the balloons ------ I will live Swaying by chance ------ I am strong To the breeze from the moon ------ I can give Painting the sky ------ You the strange With the colors of sun ------ Seed of day Freely they fly ------ Feel the change As all become one ------ Know the Way The velocity addicts explode on the highways Ignoring the journey and moving so fast Their nerves fall apart and they gasp but can't breathe They run from the cops of the skeleton past Petrified by tradition in a nightmare they stagger Into nowhere at all and they look up aghast And I wave goodbye to speed And smile hello to a rose O the new children play ------ I am young Under the juniper trees ------ I will live Sky blue or gray ------ I am strong They continue at ease ------ I can give Moving so slow ------ You the strange That serenely they can ------ Seed of day Gracefully grow ------ Feel the change And yes still understand ------ Know the Way The king and the queen in their castle of billboards Sleepwalk down the hallways dragging behind All their possessions and transient treasures As they go to worship the electronic shrine On which is playing the late late commercial In that hollowest house of the opulent blind And I wave goodbye to Mammon And smile hello to a stream O the new children buy ------ I am young All the world for a song ------ I will live Without a dime ------ I am strong To which they belong ------ I can give Nobody owns ------ You the strange Anything anywhere ------ Seed of day Everyone's grown ------ Feel the change Up so big they can share ------ Know the Way The vaudeville generals cavort on the stage And shatter their audience with submachine guns And Freedom and Violence the acrobat clowns Do a balancing act on the graves of our sons While the tapdancing Emperor sings 'War is peace' And Love the Magician disappears in the fun And I wave goodbye to murder And smile hello to the rain O the new children can't ------ I am young Tell a foe from a friend ------ I will live Quick to enchant ------ I am strong And so glad to extend ------ I can give Handfuls of dawn ------ You the strange To kaleidoscope men ------ Seed of day Come from beyond ------ Feel the change The Great Wall of Skin ------ Know the Way The bloodless husbands are jesters who listen Like sheep to the shrieks and commands of their wives And the men who aren't men leave the women alone See them all faking love on a bed made of knives Afraid to discover or trust in their bodies And in secret divorce they will never survive And I wave goodbye to ashes And smile hello to a girl O the new children kiss ------ I am young They are so proud to learn ------ I will live Womanwood bliss ------ I am strong And the manfire that burns ------ I can give Knowing no fear ------ You the strange They take off their clothes ------ Seed of day Honest and clear ------ Feel the change As a river that flows ------ Know the Way The antique people are fading out slowly Like newspapers flaming in mind suicide Godless and sexless directionless loons Their sham sandcastles dissolve in the tide They put on their deathmasks and compromise daily The new children will live for the elders have died And I wave goodbye to America And smile hello to the world