Текст песни Manhattan Transfer - Sing Joy Spring
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We sing a spring(Sing joy spring)A rare and most mysterious spring(This most occult thing)Is buried deep in the soul(It`s story never has been told)The joy spring, the fountain of pleasureIs deep inside you whether you`re diggin` it or notOnce you`re aware of this springYou`ll know that it`s the greatest Treasure you`ve gotAnd furthermoreThe joy spring, the bounteous treasureCannot be bartered away and neverCan be soldNothing can take it from youIt`s yours and yours alone to haveAnd to holdAnd something more:It never is lost to fire or theftIt`s always aroundWhen trouble is gone the pleasureIs left I`ve always foundIt`s burglar-proof same as the treasureMan lays up in heaven worth aPrice no one can measurethat says a lotSo joy spring this fountain of pleasureThat`s deep inside you let me informYou in all truth *(to Coda second time)Ponce de Leon sought thisWhen he was searchin` for the fountain of youthOl` Ponce de Leon laughed so much he Never did find the magic fountainBut many people with a well-adjustedSpirit they could hear it when y`told`em it was there tellin` them wasLike tellin` it on the mountainIt`s quite a life havin` the gift of laughter I`m a man who knows in aminute I can tell y`just exactly how the story goesIt involves a firm conviction in another previous life givin` your mind a chance to flyFly aroun` the universe investigatin` othergalaxies n` certain other subtletypes o`life tryin` t`dig it gettin`pretty well-acquainted with a lot ofother strife an` pretty much acquirin`yourself plenty of educationpretty soon here comes earth birth`n then y`ready t`put it all t`workbut soon as you`re finished bein` bornyou start forgettin` what you knew`Cause you`re another kinda you - areincarnation manifestationof spirit in sensationY`really got that rightThe average person isn`t brightnot so bright that they recall the fatal falldown here t` this earththeir minds disguise their death to spiritlife and call it birththat`s their reason for forgetting and they find it very upsetting when reminded tell `em they`ve lived beforeThey`ll show y` the nearest open doorGotta have feelin` while dealin` withwalkers in their sleepthey can`t imagine somethin` as deepHere they come - here they come - there they areUnimaginative and ignorant of falling from a starHere they come - there they are - there they goLife is over in a minute an` they never dugit in it or enjoy a minute of it`cause they put too much above itthat was grosssomethin` that was worth a couple bucksat mos`So there is the reason that the maker of manincluded there in his planA certain fountain deep within`where there was laughter, youth `n goldfor human beings t`have `n hold`n share the memory of where we`ve all beenBrothers called Grimm knew chances were slim`Anybody would dig that the human soul was Snow Whiteand the Seven Dwarfs were seven tempers in man whose digging out the gold completes the planAn Bacon was hip that Shakespeare couldn`t readand so he gave him all the rhymesthat have lasted through the yearsand kept eternal truths alive throughseveral centuriesThat`s how we know them now they lasted `cause they`re trueWhat was it from "MacBeth?""Life`s but a walking shadowa player poorthat struts and frets upon the stageand`s seen no moreA tale that truly has an idiotic ringThat`s full of lotsa sound and furysignifying nothing..."That`s right signifying nothingI`ll repeat it! NothingDon`t forget it - NothingAnd that`s the reason for that spring of joyThat the Father put inside of everysingle girl and boyShow time! Everyone`s onlet`s hit the stageIt`s show time everyone an` proceed to act your ageWhatever you`re frownin` at is funnyenough f`laughin`so you`re wastin` all your humor on a frownWhile you`re bringin` your spirit downYou gotta book yourself a comic in your actwithout some laughter life`s a maudlinfarce `n that`s a factOnce you know about the spring you always can smileIt becomes your one expressionand you`re always wearin` it like the Buddhas do(Repeat Intro to *)(Coda)Ponce de Leon sought thisWhen he was searchin` for the fountain of youthI say in truth hesought a magical thingFor he was searchin`for the joy spring