ALL SONGS WRITTEN BY KEEGAN MCINROE UNLESS OTHERWISE NOTED

A Good Old Fashioned Protest - 2017

Talking Talking Head Blues  

I was awoke last night from a beautiful dream / The world had finally come together it seemed / There were men and women of varied faith and color / Laughing and singing and loving each other / Ah but then I’s awoke / Into what some have dubbed our pseudo-modern age / A real waking nightmare. // It was a talking head on TV / Ranting and raving and informing me / That woke me from my beautiful slumber / Catching me up on these attacks we’re all under /Yeah the world’s a mess / And here to tell me all about it was a bonafide newsman // He said: “Terrorism is the scourge of our day / And they want us all dead, make no mistake / And if we don’t kill ‘em away over there / They’ll be coming to kill us away over here! / Crossing the border in droves  / With sex-crazed Mexi-cans stealing jobs, no less / Time to build a wall!” // And he continued: “Terrorists hate us ‘cause we’re the land of the free / The home of the brave, yeah let freedom ring!  / They hate all our churches and movies and music / They hate you for not bowing five times in public. / Gonna win this War On Terror!” / I noticed he didn’t mention all our bombs or coups or drones or secret prisons or CIA or killin’ / They must like them just fine. // He reminded me of how freedom ain’t free / And ain’t nobody safe unless we let the government see / With a camera on every road and street corner / And an ear in each phone and a nose in each drawer. / “That’s right friends! Big Brother needs to sniff your drawers!” / Well ya never know what might be hiding out in the medicine cabinet at Grannie’s / Might be something terribly holistic or natural or a terrorist or an unsanctioned glass of milk!” // He proceeded to race wars right here at home / How the blacks and the whites can’t get along / How the browns and the reds and the greens and the scarlets / Hate all those yellows and oranges and violets / “Let the Rainbow Wars begin! / And look, Bob, now the gays and the straights are having it out in the streets. / What a fantastic distraction of a circus!” // “And the men hate women and the women hate men / And there’s a battle concerning where a trans can go piss,” / And the small tiny text scrolls beneath his desk / With news of a wedding party blown up in Iraq. / Ah I’d sure like to change the channel. / But this man…has…such…beautiful…teeth… // Then he cried:  “The Left and Right can’t stand each other. / We’re a dee-vided nation of bickering brothers / And though approval has sunk to an all time low / The incumbents have won the majority vote.” / Blow the horn and stamp your feet! / Give me more of these smoke and mirrors. / I think I just saw Edward Bernays laughing doing somersaults in the parking lot of a Ford dealership! // He shouted: “Now listen up friends ‘cause this is important! / There’s unsanctioned news, and it’s spreading like poison. / So if you don’t hear it from this horse’s mouth / Or if it conflicts with what I spit out / Just know it’s fake! / Yeah the worlds amuck with truth-threatening conspiracy theories, foreign propaganda, and the meddlings of Russian secret agents like that albino pederast Julian Ass-ange! // Now my head and my heart were heavy with fear / And his voice continued its assault on my ears / When Providence graciously intervened with a favor / “We interrupt this report with breaking news of Justin Bieber.” / Seems he’s been a bad, bad boy /Driving too fast somewhere round Florida in a black, suped up sports car / Stop the presses boys! What’s that? / Turns out he was wearing women’s underwear at the time?…lace?…looks to be indigo in color…just one string going all the way up…. 

Big Old River 

It’s a big ‘ol river, got mud on the bottom, / Got mud on the bottom, get mud on your shoe. / It’s a big ‘ol river so you better get to walking. / It’s a big ‘ol river and a long way, too.  / It’s a big ‘ol river. It’s a big ‘ol river, and a long way, too. // There’s smoke on the land and mirrors in the water. / There’s smoke on the land and fire in the streets. / There’s smoke from the hand of the uniformed magician,  / Turns his own crimes into another man’s pain.  / It’s a big ‘ol river. It’s a big ‘ol river, and a long way, too. / It’s a big ‘ol river. It’s a big ‘ol river, and a long way, too. // There’s plenty of food, and there’s plenty of money.  / And there’s plenty of hunger, and there’s plenty of greed.  / And there’s plenty of reasons they’ll tell you that there isn’t,  / While there’s plenty who die with nothing to eat.  / Yeah it’s a big ‘ol river. It’s a big ‘ol river, and a long way, too. // There’s plenty for war and there’s plenty for killing. / Yeah there’s plenty for taking another man’s life. / And there’s plenty of reasons they’ll tell ya that we got to, / While their profits are counted far from the light. / It’s a big ‘ol river. It’s a big ‘ol river, and a long way, too. / It’s a big ‘ol river. It’s a big ‘ol river, and a long way, too. // It was a great big world, but now it’s getting smaller, / It was a great big world but now we can see / It’s a great big world and we got sisters and brothers / Love in every country and prayers for peace. / But it’s a big ‘ol river. It’s a big ‘ol river, and a long way, too. // It’s a big ‘ol river, got mud on the bottom, / Got mud on the bottom, get mud on your shoe. / It’s a big ‘ol river so we better get to walking. / It’s a big ‘ol river and a long way, too. / It’s a big ‘ol river. It’s a big ‘ol river, and a long way, too. 

Bombing For Peace 

Bombing for peace is like a chainsaw to a melody / Ice cream on a diet or a future-father vasectomy  / Sewing shut one’s eyes to see more clearly than before / Bombing for peace is like a chainsaw to a melody // Bombing for peace is like oil spills for purity / Switchblades for children’s safety or orgies for monogamy / Strangling the future while hoping for tomorrow / Yeah bombing for peace is like oil spills for purity // Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity / Cocaine for sleeping pills or whiskey for sobriety / Strangling the future while hoping for tomorrow / Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity / Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity // Why do people still believe the lie? / How come it still works every time? / I don’t know why but / One thing’s for certain / Killing ain’t loving / And if love is the road to peace / Then bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity // One thing’s for certain / Killing ain’t loving / And love is the road to peace / Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity. 


Christmas 1914 

It’s Christmas 19 and 14 / And I’ve been fighting two months / In what they’ve called  / The Great War // And the horrors I’ve known  / In these trenches / No man should know / And certainly no boy. // But yesterday  / We awoke to the Germans  / Singing old carols  / We all know so well // And we joined them / In song and in greetings / And we met in the middle  / Were many friends fell // And we exchanged / Simple gifts with each other / I got some tobacco  / And a nice German schnapps // And a game of football / Was played there / In the cold bloodied soil  / They call no man’s land. // And it got me to thinking / The enemy is not here / Killing and dying / Tired and scared / But the ones who have sent us / Those who’ll never know war / Those who sent off their children / They’re the ones we should kill. // Well it’s Christmas 19 and 14 / And I just met some boys they want me to kill  / It’s Christmas 19 and 14  / Too small a break from this terrible hell. // Well it’s Christmas 19 and 14  / And I just met some boys they want me to kill / It’s Christmas 19 and 14 / Too short a peace in this terrible hell.  


Bastards & Bitches  

All the bastards and bitches in suits and dresses / Bicker and spit in public spaces  / Posture and cluck over feigned offenses / Fondle each other in private places. // Yeah the bastards and bitches in suits and dresses / Crow and bark with twist-up faces / Strut while extolling empty expressions / Fall down on their knees, and not for confession.  // Ah the bastards and bitches in the world’s high places / Posing for pictures, posing as saviors / Wagging their fingers while creating messes / Whoring for power to those with no faces. // Yeah the bastards and bitches in the world’s high places / Don’t blink twice at the hell they’re creating / Self-righteous pricks robbing all generations / Stroking each other while the world lies bleeding // Hey you bastards and bitches in your suits and dresses  / Choking our future with wars and oppression / Playing a game where there ain’t no winning  / Bunch of lust-crazed cowards with your holes greased open // Hey you bastards and bitches in the world’s high places  / You criminal lot of deranged, damned sadists / If there is a Hell you’re why it was created / Go shove your agendas up your worn-out asses. / Yeah you can shove your agendas up your old worn-out asses. 


The Ballad of Timmy Johnson’s Living Brother 

Poor little Timmy Johnson / Will never grow to be a cowboy / And he’ll never live to hold a body tight / Cause the government of Egypt / Thought there might be someone plotting / In the general vicinity that night // So they rained down hell and murder / On some unsuspecting houses / And Timmy’s baby brother also died / And his mother and his father  / And his grandad in from Texas  / And some neighbors and their friends  / From junior high // But their government assured us / That though, yes, it was most tragic / They killed a man who threatened all our lives / And he threatened their whole country / And everything they stand for / And his death was a great progress in their fight // What a catastrophe! / Can you imagine such a world  / Where such a thing could ever be viewed normally? // Or justified! / Could it really be the people / There’s lives are worth so much more than mine? / How is this civilized? // Timmy had another brother / Who was only slightly older / And now found himself an orphan overnight / And his dog was also killed there / In a series of explosions / And the truth is I’m not sure how I survived. // But some family back in Egypt / Sent some money and a ticket / And told me I could with them there if I like / But their government denied me / Said I’s old enough for fighting / And they couldn’t trust I wasn’t radic’lized. // Now I’ve been eight long years an orphan / And my city’s now a war zone / And I’ve buried everyone / I’ve loved or known / And I’ve lost all hope and reason / And I’m filled with rage and poison / And I want revenge / And care not if I die. // What a catastrophe! / Can you imagine such a world / Where such a thing could ever be viewed normally? // Or justified! / Could it really be the people / There’s lives are worth so much more than mine? / Do they not recognize / They’ve made me what I am? // What a catastrophe! / Can you imagine such a world / Where such a thing could ever be viewed normally? // Or justified! / Could it really be the people / There’s lives are worth so much more than mine? / Do they not recognize / They’ve made me what I am? // They’ll recognize. 


Nietzsche Wore Boots 

Nietzsche wore boots and came down from the mountain / He opened his mouth and his mustache started shaking / He bellowed, “God is dead! And you’re the ones who killed him. / God is dead, and you’re the ones who killed him.” // “‘Holy’ and ‘Sacred’ have lost all meaning. / It’s the Murder of Murders, and you’re all still sleeping. / God is dead, and you’re the ones who killed him.” // A crowd gathered round, scoffing and bleating / There were priests and queens and kings there among them / Bankers and rabbis, imams and politicians, / Mothers and fathers and business men and women, / Citizens and slaves of the world’s many nations, / Mocking and snarking, no hint of comprehension. // Again, Nietzsche cried out in a voice big and booming: // “You who feed the hungry with stones and derision. / You who love your neighbor with bombs and oppression. / You who only mourn when it’s your dead children. / You who rape and destroy what you’ve called Creation / For money and power, control and dominion. / God is dead, and you’re the ones who killed him. // “You who’d rather not see than be bothered with action. / You who’d rather not know than be burdened with compassion. / You who close up your ears to the cries of your neighbor / While washing your hands as the earth groans, plundered. / Robbing yourselves and future generations / Of health and wellness and peace and forgiveness. / God is dead, and you’re the ones who killed him.” // The people all roared, “Listen to this madness!” / Beating their chests and rending their garments, / Ripping and tearing and gnashing and clawing, / Stomping and snorting and spitting and pawing. / The people roared: “BLASPHEMY! BLASPHEMY!” // They grabbed at the man, but their hands passed right through him / They kicked at his knees just to find themselves falling / They picked up sharp rocks to stone him and kill him / The mob formed a circle to keep him from leaving / Tighter and tighter it closed in around him / Closer and closer they pressed down upon him / But he slipped through all their raging and violence / Ducked through the crowd as if no one could see him / While the people continued their raging and writhing  / Frenzied and thrashing, nostrils now flaring, / Blind and forgetting their mustached accuser  / Lusting for blood they turned on each other. // Nietzsche wore boots and walked back up the mountain. // Overlooking the unfolding mayhem below him / He shook his head / And sighed. // Raising his eyes to the heavens he said:  / “I told you so.” / And he burst into flame and disappeared. // And the people devoured each other / And the field turned crimson / And the day turned to night / And the night turned to day / And the vultures got their fill of flesh / And the maggots grew fat,  / And the earth drank the blood of the masses. / And after a brief time / Made a full recovery  / And lived  / A very long / And happy / Life. 


The Love That We Give  

The old man started singing / As he closed his eyes, / “If there’s plenty for three / There’s plenty for five. / So gather ‘round my table  / And I’ll share what I have, / Both the food for your bellies, / And my words for your heads.” // “It’s a crazy cruel world  / Yet so full of beauty / So wrapped all in mysteries  / So horribly lost.  / But the love that you give here / Can drive away darkness,  / Give hope to the hopeless,  / And keep a hungry man fed.” // He looked to his wife,  / And he began laughing, / “If there’s food here for five / There’s food here for seven. / Pop open a bottle / And stoke up the fire. / Then lend me your ears,  / I’ll just be a while. / Lend me your ears, / I’ll just be a while.” // “It’s a crazy cruel world  / Yet so full of beauty / So wrapped all in mysteries  / So horribly lost. / But the love that you give here / Can drive away darkness,  / Give hope to the hopeless, / And keep a hungry man fed.” // His hand came to rest / Atop the old mandolin. / He said, “If we can feed seven, / We can feed ten.” / And the flames from the fire / Danced in his eyes. / And he laid down his head / In the lap of his wife.  / He laid down his head,  / And that’s where he died. // It’s a crazy cruel world  / Yet so full of beauty / So wrapped all in mysteries  / So horribly lost. / But the love that you give here / Can drive away darkness,  / Give hope to the hopeless, / And keep a hungry man fed. / Give hope to the hopeless,  / And keep a hungry man fed. 


Keegan's Beautiful Dream 

We’re rising and waking / Across every nation / With brothers and sisters / Of all different hues / We’re lending our voices  / To the songs sang before us / And from the shoulders of giants / We’ll ring in the new  // There is a change that is coming / And a shift long past due  / There’s a frequency humming  / A harmonious tune / And we are the instruments / Set to be played / That’ll move us from darkness / Out into the day // We’re standing and marching / Resisting and talking / We refuse to be quiet / And we won’t go away // We’re shining a light / So bright there’s no hiding / And our sleepiest of sleepers / Will soon be awake // There is a change that is coming / And a shift long past due / There’s a frequency humming / A harmonious tune / And we are the instruments / Set to be played / That’ll move us from darkness / Out into the day // Fear and division / Will no longer blind us / And we’ve all grown tired / Of the bread and the circus / And we’ve got the truth on our side / With love and compassion as guides / And we’ll no longer go fight and die  / In these wars for money, power, and pride // We’re rising and waking  / Across every nation / We’re laughing and dancing  / With hearts open wide / For the world’s failing systems / Lie broken and dying / And the future we’re willing / Will not be denied // There is a change that is coming / And a shift long past due / There’s a frequency humming / A harmonious tune / And we are the instruments / Set to be played  / That’ll move us from darkness  // Out into the day.

Uncouth Pilgrims - 2016

 

Country Music Outlaws 

It's Halloween and I'm dressed as Willie Nelson.  / I started off my day like Willie would. / Now my mind is free and rolling / As the autumn leaves here blowing / And the sun is shining bright as any Halloween I've yet survived. / But cousin Mo's got stripes around his shoulders, / And Delia's gone but she ain't dead yet. / And there's things I'd like to say, probably best be left unspoken / And there's thing I'd like to do, surely be best undone. // I'm no country music outlaw / It seems that both terms get abused / I'm just another shaggy singer of songs / I keep the highway under my boots / The way these country outlaws do. // It was a straight and lonely road through Arizona / When an album by Merle Haggard got me stoned. / From a truck-stop and a rabbit, to the city of Seatlle, / Merle and I, like two drunk poets, stumbled down the road. / And the good times were anything but over.  / My momma raised a rambling man. / And though I ain't yet spent a single hour in a jail cell / That has more to do with Momma's prayers than anything that I deserve.  // I'm no country music outlaw / It seems that both terms get abused / I'm just another shaggy singer of songs / I keep the highway under my boots / The way these country outlaws do. // There is a German town with a Guinness pub I played in,  And an angry barman pouring pints. / And through his broken English / "Townes van Zandt" was clearly spoken / And I played Poncho and Lefty for him three times a night. / Down at the former butcher's shop, Malacarne / A violent man was looking for a fight / And though he was likely thinking it'd be my ass he'd be kicking / We sang David Alan Coe songs and I kept him on my side. // I'm no country music outlaw / It seems that both terms get abused / I'm just another shaggy singer of songs / I keep the highway under my boots / The way these country outlaws do. // I'm no country music outlaw / It seems that both terms get abused / I'm just another shaggy singer of songs / I keep the highway under my boots / The way these country outlaws do. 


Tonight

Tonight I said goodbye to you / Looked up at the star's a'glowing / Turned my face to the cold winds blowing / Clenched my fists and grit my teeth/ Poured a drink tried not to think / Somewhere beneath these stars he'll reach for you / You'll turn and smile / And I know just how it'll feel / As into his world you violently spill / Ah, but I ain't the one you reach out to,  / So tonight I said goodbye to you. // And tonight I hurt someone new. / A friend I now call a lover / But was it worth all we discovered / When I won't be there for her / Like she wants me there for her / Even with words we spoke / Of what this is and what won't work / I feel the lingering hope / As she leaves me for her home / No, I ain't the one she can go home to / And tonight I hurt someone new. // What a painful game we fools play with our hearts / But I'd be a bigger fool to say I won't play again / And what a tragic way we fools deal with our scars / I hope the pain I cause is never long to stay / That's what tonight I pray. // Tonight I met someone who / Moves me like I ain't been moved / Since I first fell hard for you / Has me writing lovers poems / Has me singing lovers songs / Yeah she's an inspiration / And I get mine where I can take 'em / But ain't this just another pretty thing / An unobtainable but beautiful dream / I probably ain't the one that she should choose / But tonight I met someone new.  // What a painful game we fools play with our hearts / But I'd be a bigger fool to say I won't play again / And what a tragic way we fools deal with our scars / I hope the pain I cause is never long to stay / That's what tonight I pray.  / I hope the pain I cause is never long to stay / That's what tonight I pray.
 

Lumberjack Blues

I'm a lumber jack baby I can swing an ax for days / I'm a lumber jack baby I can swing an ax for days / And my blade stays sharp so don't ya worry none 'bout me. // Yeah the world's my forest so full of lovely trees / Yeah the world's my forest so full of lovely trees / I'm just a lumberjack honey I let someone else plant seeds. / But I ain't just a taker, I'm a giver to that's true. / But I ain't just a taker, I'm a giver to that's true.  / Ah the trees the love me, babe, I know that you will too. // I'm a lumber jack baby I can swing an ax for days / I'm a lumber jack baby I can swing an ax for days / And my blade stays sharp so don't ya worry none 'bout me. // Way down in south Italia little town called Napoli / Way down in south Italia little town called Napoli / They tell my story, child, you know they heard 'bout me. // And I don't need no ox just to sit and sing the blues. / I don't need no ox just to sit and sing the blues. / And when I swing my ax I do it better than Paul Bunyan do. // I'm a lumber jack baby I can swing an ax for days / I'm a lumber jack baby I can swing an ax for days / And my blade stays sharp so don't ya worry none 'bout me. // Ah the good Lord loves me and the Lord knows I love trees / Ah the good Lord loves me and the Lord knows I love trees // And I love the Lord, finest artist that I've seen. // I'm a lumber jack baby I can swing an ax for days / I'm a lumber jack baby I can swing an ax for days / And my blade stays sharp so don't ya worry none 'bout me. 
 

Give Me the Rain 

Give me the rain, give me the rain / Give me the rain, give me the rain / Give me the rain, let it pour down on me / Give me the rain, let it drench me and soak me / Give me the rain, let it sting me and hurt me / Give me the rain let it drown me and choke me. // Give me a grey sky, give me a grey sky / Give me a grey sky, give me a grey sky / Give me a grey sky I don’t need the sun / Give me a grey sky I don’t need no warmth / Give me a grey sky and darken my day / Give me a grey sky and that’s where I’ll stay // Give me the thunder, give me the thunder / Give me the thunder, give me the thunder / Give me the thunder, rattle my bones,  / Give me the thunder rumbling low / Give me the thunder bellowing violently / Give me the thunder song of the lightening // Give me a heartache, give me a heartache / Give me a heartache, give me a heartache / Give me a heartache a scar I can wear / Give me a heartache something to kill / Give me a heartache break me to pieces / Give me a heartache bring me my muses. // Give me the rain, give me the rain / Give me the rain, give me the rain / Give me the rain, let it pour down on me / Give me the rain, let it drench me and soak me / Give me the rain, let it sting me and hurt me / Give me the rain let it drown me and choke me.


Begoña 

Oh Begoña, let's take a train and get away. / To the Moselle River Valley in a chateau where we can stay. / And dear Begoña, let's don't talk about tomorrow / Because tomorrow ain't got nothing on today. / Sweet Begoña, you've been fighting for so long / Won't you lay your pretty head upon my shoulder? // I want to watch over you, if only for this day, / And I long to hold you, and help you see what I see. / Oh Begoña. // Ain’t life so strange, our choices naked. / And hanging like the greatest weight around our bleeding necks. / And whose to say, what futures may await us? / And is it wrong to wake a dreamer to try and show a softer way? // Oh Begoña, like the flower of your name / Your beauty greets the eye in many colors. / Dear Begoña, written in your smile / There's a sadness that neither one has spoken. / Sweet Begoña, won't you walk here by my side / And we can laugh away the painful roads behind us. // Come you roads ahead, come what roads you may, / Come you roads ahead, but don't bother if I'm late. // Ain’t life so strange, our choices naked. / And hanging like the greatest weight around our bleeding necks. / And whose to say, what futures may await us? / And is it wrong to wake a dreamer to try and show a softer way? // Come you roads ahead, come what roads you may, / Come you roads ahead, come what roads you may, / Come you roads ahead, come what roads you may, / Come you roads ahead, but don't bother if I'm late.


Woody and Ruth 

Woody was hitching', / Ruth was traveling with her family / In the back of an old '29 Sedan. / She said, "You look like one of them pretty-boy drifters / Avoids about all the hard work you can." / And as he held up his calloused fingers to her grey eyes, a tire blew. / But as luck would have it for a carload full of pickers / They were stranded near a little work to do. // While fetching water late that evening, / She waded barefoot out in the clear, crystal blue. / She painted an awful pretty picture / Reflecting upside-down with the stars, trees and moon. / And as she stepped out of the water, Woody was waiting / To dry her feet and legs up to her knees. / She laughed, "I hope you don't mind I got wet up so high." / He smiled, "I's hoping you'd wade a little deeper in the creek." // Then he threw both arms around her / He made a pillow with his hands out of leaves. / And as he laid his head upon her chest, / Time stood still as he listened to her heart beat. / He said, "I've rambled a lot of roads, hopped a lot of freights, / To find what I'm holding now." / Cause he knew she was a warmth, a movement, a life / That no man can live good without.  // She thought, "You're one kind of liar, Woody. / And I guess I'm a liar too. / Both saying things we can't deliver, / And we might mean 'em, too. / I'm gonna plant these four seeds deep in the earth / And make a wish for me and you. / Yeah, you're one kind of liar, Woody, even still I love you." // Early next morning they both met / Beneath the sun shining down so bright and warm. / And as he kissed her face, she softly spoke, / "We've both been looking for this thing we thought we'd found before." / He said, "If you loved me like I love you / We could sleep under a railroad bridge and it'd be alright." / But Ruth was no fool, knew what he was bound to do, And Woody could see it in her eyes." She said, "You're one kind of liar, Woody. / And I guess I'm a liar too. / Both saying things we can't deliver, / And we might mean 'em, too. / I'm gonna plant these four seeds deep in the earth / And make a wish for me and you. / Yeah, you're one kind of liar, Woody, even still I love you." // He slung his guitar across his shoulder and said, / "I'd surely kinda like to stay." / "Feels like half of me is staying and half of me is going. / It's kinda funny."  Then he turned and walked away. / And it was over one year later and he up was in New York City / And he thought of Ruth thousands of miles away, / Dancing along that muddy California river, he thought, "It'll heal over one day." / "It'll heal over one day."


Resolutions 
written with Lindsay Hightower

I ain’t got no resolutions / I ain’t got no disco ball / I ain’t got no diapered baby / But I’ve had more New Year’s day  love / Than I’ve had food so far. // New year, same old story / Home is anywhere I lay my head / It’s not like I’m begging for money / I dance and the quarters come. // Black-eyed peas to start my morning / My day begins about 5pm / Lady Luck is gonna be my darling / As soon as I drive Rebecca home / As soon as I drive Rebecca home. // I ain’t got no resolutions / I got a glass of warm champagne  / I don’t want no diapered babies / I got two dollars in my pocket and a world to see. // Some friends resolved to give up drinking / Guess I won’t be seeing them no more / All this quitting has got me to thinking / It’s just about time to pour one more. // Collecting vices, telling stories / I’ve already got a few this year / Father Time is a steady walker / I’m gonna fall behind one day. / But I got candles burning / And I got brand new strings / And I hear them out there moaning / I hear them call my name. // I ain’t got no resolutions / I ain’t got no limousine / I won’t fight a good temptation / And temptation is like an ocean far as the eye can see. 
 

I Got Trouble  

I got trouble, I got trouble. Whoa. I got trouble. // Melted whiskies and a hard night's labor / After hours getting later and later / A jealous hand is gonna break this bottle. / A jealous hand is gonna break this bottle. // I got trouble, I got trouble. Whoa. I got trouble. // Italian waitress with her cups running over / Coulda' been a looker before she coulda' been my mother. / She says' "I wanna ride you like a John Deere tractor." / "I wanna ride you like a John Deere tractor." // I got trouble, I got trouble. Whoa. I got trouble. // My eyes are open, but my heart ain't looking / The roads my home and I keep on moving / Ain't no woman gonna catch me sleeping / Ain't no woman gonna catch me sleeping. // I got trouble, I got trouble. Whoa. I got trouble. // In Barcelona and he looks like a woman / Grabbing for me as I'm turning and going / Another's on me and my phone's been stolen / In Barcelona, sure looked like a woman. / Down to the station, gonna get my justice / The book is opened of the mugshot hustlers / In every face such a sad desperation / In every eye, every person's screaming: // I got trouble, I got trouble. Whoa. I got trouble. // A one man circus down this long lost highway / These lusty appetites keep me sideways / Make ya shudder see the things I seen / Make ya wonder 'bout the shape I'm in. // I got trouble, I got trouble. Whoa. I got trouble. 


Flower Song for Barefoot Dancers 
written by Michele Bertoldi

Oh my God, oh my good Lord / There's no mercy in this world / Everything is full of lies / I can see it clearly with my eyes / Clearly with my eyes. / I woke up and I was a snake / I woke up and I lost my faith / Everything is sad and blue / Since I spend my days without you / Days away from you. // All the fishes in the sea / They just don't care about me / All the fishes in the sea / They just don't care about me // Will you miss me when I'm gone? / Will you sing a goodnight song? / Will you dance upon my grave? / Will you spend everything I saved? / Everything I saved. / I woke up and I was a snake / I woke up and I lost my faith / Everything is sad and blue / Since I spend my days without you / Days away from you. // All the fishes in the sea / They just don't care about me / All the fishes in the sea / They just don't care about me // Oh my God, oh my good Lord / There's no mercy in this world / Everything is full of lies / I can see it clearly with my eyes / Clearly with my eyes. / I woke up and I was a snake / I woke up and I lost my faith / Everything is sad and blue / Since I spend my days without you / Days away from you. // All the fishes in the sea / They just don't care about me / All the fishes in the sea / They just don't care about me.


Verona  

O fair Verona! How seldom I've known ya / Yet Shakespeare's affections are no mystery / For each time I leave ya / There's a new song I'm singing / With an inspired melody you've given to me. // And I've been told by locals that the people are cold / And the north of Italia is no place to be / But I'm sure it's a story / They tell just to strangers / And ramblers and drifters who might like to stay. // And though I've never been to the small Colosseum / And I won't eat the horse meat they serve on a plate,  / I've seen the statue of Dante / And I've been to Malacarne / Where the booze flow like water, and they know me by name. // And I was there just last evening, for the friends and the drinking / When a tall, slender beauty sat down next to me, / And then we began talking / And she began charming / And it appeared my affections were felt mutually. // And her legs stretched to heaven, and she laughed when I told her / I was taller than she was, and she proved me wrong, / But it doesn't matter / Because I'm a fine climber / And her breasts were like two doves ready to fly. // And she works in a bookstore, and she's smart and she's funny,  / And she insisted I speak with her more naturally, / So I loosened my tongue / And the night moved along / As pleasant as any I've had to this day. // But then I got distracted by a youth of the city / And the green in his cigarette twisted my brain, / And I left the young lovely / All alone on her barstool / And I laughed in the streets just a stone's throw away. // And I'm told that she waited, but one can't wait forever,  / And forever was near how long I was delayed / So I drank my last drinks / With a laughing bartender / And a homeless old man with few words to say. / O fair Verona! How seldom I've known ya / Yet Shakespeare's affections are no mystery / For each time I leave ya / There's a new song I'm singing / With an inspired melody you've given to me. 


Nikolina 

No more rokija, no more weed,  / And no more Nikolina. / No more rokija, no more weed, / And no more Nikolina. // A wagon heading east to west / Haunted from Croatia / With tender girls along the shores / But no more Nikolina,  / No more Nikolina. // Basko beards on Basko men / Rascals and mosquitos / Tuna fish with hairy fins / Swimming in tomatoes / Pimpled skin, "come here" grins,  / Curves of lusty treasure / Peeking through to say hello / Thrust up toward the heavens. // A stranger and a slow raised hand / Nostrils smelling fingers / Boozy nights, early frights / But no more Nikolina, / No more Nikolina. // Dancing jerking younger lads / Moonshine in the cupboard / Sordid hymns and bloodied beds / But no more Nikolina, / Ah you should have seen her. // Border crossings, turn and coughings, / Rubber gloves and trauma / A bottle full of used up booze / In the doorway mocking / Cancelled shows and rain soaked clothes / And sweat to wet the evenings / Lofty tolls along the roads / But no more Nikolina, / No more Nikolina. // No more rokija, no more weed, / And no more Nikolina. / No more rokija, no more weed, / And no more Nikolina, / No more Nikolina.  


Uncouth Pilgrim 

Bring me the pick and bring me the hammer.  / Gonna take a little piece when I go. / Bring me the pick and bring me the hammer.  / Gonna take a little piece when I go. / Gonna take a little piece when I go. // Well bring me the pick and bring me the hammer.  / Gonna take a little with me when I go. / Yeah bring me the pick and bring me the hammer. / Glad I showed up while there's still something to steal. / Glad I showed up while there's still something to steal. // Yonder lays that hallowed beauty. / Gonna get on my knees and worship here. / Yonder lays that hallowed beauty. / Gonna get on my knees and worship here. / Gonna get on my knees and worship here. // So bring me the pick and bring me the hammer. / Gonna take a little piece when I go. / Yeah bring me the pick and bring me the hammer. Gonna take a little with me when I go. / Gonna take a little with me when I go. // Now show me the rock where Moses stood. / Or where the Savior's blood stained the wood. / And then hand me down my pick and hammer. / I'm gonna take a little with me when I go. / I'm gonna take a little with me when I go. // Show me the holy, show me the sacred. / Show me the chest with the heart of gold. / I'll pick the lock and count my blessings. / Then I'll take a little with me when I go.  / And I'll take a little with me when I go. // Well bring me the pick and bring me the hammer. / Gonna take a little piece when I go. / Bring me the pick and bring me the hammer. / Gonna take a little piece when I go. / Gonna take a little piece when I go. 


Coffee and Whitey

Coffee and Whitey send their regards / They're better behaved than they were last March / When you came // I'm thinking of taking a trip somewhere  / A one way ticket and see the world for a while / And I don't like the idea of putting any timeframe on it // Thailand, Burma, or Napal / Chile, Uruguay or Pero / And after that I'd love to visit Texas,  / And then away up North or maybe out to the West Coast // And how's your family? And how are you? / The stars are shining here. Are they shining there too? / I bet you are, and I bet you're thriving / Moving along like you always do // Happiness is an open road and a story unfolding / And I write best, when all my pages got a little dirt on 'em / And I hope you know, wherever else you go,  / You got a home wherever I am. //  Big city lights have been keeping me blue. / Sometimes I love 'em but sometimes it's abuse / Feeling lost in a concrete jungle // I'm a creature of the earth ya know / To be in the wild suits me down to the bone / Where the only sounds I might hear / Are the songs of birds or a river flowing. // With no distractions just the wind in my hair / I take a deep breath and I disappear / And that's where I do my best thinking / Most of my dreaming and all of my healing // But I don't stay in the same place long / I've a restless spirit just moves me along / Just like you, and I bet you're smiling / And I'm thinking of ya like I often do // Happiness is an open road and a story unfolding / And I write best, when all my pages got a little dirt on 'em / And I hope you know, wherever else you go,  / You got a home wherever I am. / And I hope you know, wherever else you go,  / You got a home wherever I am.
 

Lay Down 

I've been to Salzburg, I been to Vienna, too. / I've been this whole world over just searching 'round for you. // And I've been to Verona, saw a statue or two. / But I didn't touch her chest, I get my luck searching 'round for you. // Now I ain't looking for no Juliet and I ain't no Romeo. / Nah, I don't write sonnets and I don't wear no fancy clothes. / When you see me you'll know it, and I hope I know it, too. / I been this whole world over just to lay down next to you. // I rolled into Brussels, I sang an old Dylan tune. / I seen those streets of Rome, searching 'round for you. // And I been to London. I took a train to Lyon. // I played those streets of Torino, searching round for you. // Now I ain't looking for no Juliet and I ain't no Romeo. / Nah, I don't write sonnets and I don't wear no fancy clothes. / When you see me you'll know it, and I hope I know it, too. / I been this whole world over just to lay down next to you. // I seen you walking down so many roads, / And it hurts me not to ever hold you close. / And it ain't easy, living this way / When there's so many of you and just one of me. // And I been to Stockholm, met a ringer for Jones. / But my feet just kept a'moving and I guess it's for you I rome. // 'Course I been to Fort Worth, knew a nice girl or two, // But they didn't slow me down and I keep rambling 'round for you. // I ain't looking for no Juliet and I ain't no Romeo. / Nah, I don't write sonnets and I don't wear no fancy clothes. / When you see me you'll know it, and I hope I know it, too. / I been this whole world over just to lay down next to you. 

A Thousand Dreams - 2012

I Don't Mind

I don't mind if a blizzard falls down over us, / And we're holed up in some one-room shack. / Tossing cards as the minutes roll into days, / And the snow falls at such a pace that we're stuck inside…no I don't mind. / Mozelle laughs, and our child moves close to me. / Nowhere I'd rather be. Nah, I don't mind. // When we first met I was rounding out my rougher ways, / Or so it seems since you took their place and changed my life…ah, but I don't mind. / I love to play with you. You're my best friend, ya know? / It makes me feel about three years old just to make you smile. / Some might say that to choose one is to throw away / What comes along on other days, but I don't mind. // When I met you I met the dream I never thought of dreaming. / Forgot myself and poured into you, Love, from floor to ceiling. / Consumed, I breathed your light and danced a rhyme to you the reason. / And I'm dancing still today, and though I'll never be the same, it's ok. I don't mind. // And I don't mind if I never see another girl, / Sail the seas or explore new worlds, save those we find. / The sun don't rise that I don't fall down on my knees, / And gives thanks for the love you've breathed into my life…and I don't mind. / And if you leave, babe, I'll treasure every day / As our little eternities run through my mind…and I don't mind.


If I Can't

If I can't love you, baby, / I don't know what I'll do / 'Cause already I've forgotten / Myself without you. / And if I can't hold you, darlin', / I won't find no one new / 'Cause there's much more in holding / Than simply touching you. // And I've perceived a steady flow / Of dreams and echoes of you. / A song which I have always known / But am only now receiving, so now I'm singing... // If I can't love you, baby, / I don't know what I'll do / 'Cause already I've forgotten / Myself without you. / And if I can't be there, honey, / Know these words are true: / Every road I travel / Leads back to your door. // And I've perceived a steady flow / Of dreams and echoes of you. / A song which I have always known / But am only now receiving, so now I'm singing... // If I can't love you, baby, / I don't know what I'll do /  'Cause already I've forgotten / Myself without you. / But if this ain't right, sweet darlin', / Lets don't push or pull / 'Cause the last thing I would want / Is to keep you from being you.


Old Lover's Arms

Fly in from the east coast, baby, / I'll be there waiting, shoot ya straight to Dallas, / Take ya to the finest parts of town. / And we can sing our hearts out thumping' / With both fists raised and our spirits soaring. / Ain't no place I'd rather be. // I said I would marry you / After you woke up and said the same. / We must have moved too fast and scared you / Right back to your old lover's arms again. // And no I guess it don't take long / To fill me up when you're pouring on / Fill my head with fantasies. / You're like some mythic creature / I'd dreamed in dreams, I never thought I'd meet ya. / Oh forgive me for being weak. // I said I would marry you / After you woke up and said the same. / We must have moved too fast and scared you / Right back to your old lover's arms again. // How often can I hope to meet someone like you? / Who captivates like you? And sparkles like you do? / Trying to let go of a thing I never had / It's silly and it's sad…it's silly and it's sad… //  I still adore you, baby, like I said I did / Before what you said twisted / And caused me all this misery. / I'd hop the first plane to Boston / If I could only be all ya ever wanted. / It still makes a pretty dream. // I said I would marry you / After you woke up and said the same. / We must have moved too fast and scared you / Right back to your old lover's arms again.


Don't Ya Never Leave

Oh baby don't ya never leave / Oh baby don't ya never leave /  Oh baby don't ya never leave / Oh baby don't ya never leave / Oh baby don't ya never leave / Oh baby don't ya never leave.


Purple Silence

Joni wasn't happy in Austin so she moved back home. / His 'ol life repeating had got down in her bones. / With those cold words still ringing, she sat down all alone. // She said, "You can keep your drama, you can keep your gun." / Tell me when the hammer falls, to which god will you run? / Tell me when the flooding starts, just which way is up? // Like a big, lone rock above the setting sun / Out amongst the dancing waters, the night falls with a song. / But if she had to sing it now, she just might come undone. // Joni let go a cry but not to anyone. / She knows she is the singer, she knows she is the song. / She knows she is the painter and the canvas painted on. // In her purple silence she sits. / A vision of self-reflection on mirrors starlit / Trying to make sense…of this. // Joni threw away her words and took a long, deep breath. / Leanings of the heart and mind often conflict. / She wondered where leaping falls in common sense. // With her arms flung back and her eyes shut tight, / Joni leaned out into the void, and she listened with all her might. / She felt the rush of fate and her eyes popped open wide. // Joni let go a laugh and threw away her fear, / And though she started singing softly, there were no words to hear. / Floating like a melody, she closed her eyes in prayer. // In her purple silence she sits. / A vision of self-reflection on mirrors starlit / Trying to make sense…of this.


Home

When are you coming back home, babe? / It's getting ugly on my own. / I can hear your song, love / Lighting my way from your honeyed throat. // All the strings are cut, babe. / The aprons fallen to the floor, / And there it burned to ashes. / Ashes, ashes, now the roofs the floor. // Home don't have to be Texas, / Home don't have to be the u.S.A. / Home is where our love is, / Long as we're together, it'll be okay. // Stop wasting, stop wasting our time. / Ten years is too long, and even if you had nine lives, / You'd never find a home like mine. // Lost a lot last year, babe. / Don't have much left to my name, / But as long as I got breath and a heart that beats / I'll sing your name. //  Some folks search for riches. / Some folks search for fortuned fame. / But I've found all my treasure. / Yeah the light in your eyes is gold to me. // Each new days a blessing. / Ain't no breath that's guaranteed. / Don't you think we both have / So much to learn, so much to teach. // Stop wasting, stop wasting our time. / Ten years is too long, and even if you had nine lives, / You'd never find a home like mine.


A Thousand Dreams

You can come home anytime you want to / I'll have your supper sitting on the stove / And you can come home when He calls you yonder / I'll be here waiting like you hoped I would. // I heard my song and I came a'running / I stood beside you but you couldn't see / While there I lay in the dress you bought me / Outshone the diamond on my wedding day. // Hear those church bells ringing / Like every sad song that you know / Does it help you to know that I'm singing? / Does it help you to carry the load? // I heard ya saw me and began to wonder / If it was me or something on the wall / Hard to tell with the shadows falling / Hard to know when your baby's gone. // I missed your talking so I went to find you. / I didn't find you where I thought you'd be. / A thousand dreams just to flash before you. / A thousand dreams now which one was me? // Hear those church bells ringing / Like every sad song that you know / Does it help you to know that I'm singing? / Does it help you to carry the load? // So dream of me my sweet, sweet darling. / Dream of me my only one. / Dream of me and beg my pardon / For leaving you before your race was run. // Goodnight my love I hope you sleep well. / Goodnight my love when the day is through. / Goodnight my love and goodbye my darling… / Which one was meant when I last kissed you? // Hear those church bells ringing / Like every sad song that you know / Does it help you to know that I'm singing? / Does it help you to carry the load? // You can come home anytime you want to. / I'll have your supper sitting on the stove, / And you can come home when He calls you yonder. / I'll be here waiting like you hoped I would. / I'll be here waiting like you knew I would.


How Long

How long, Lord, must I lay here / While this old body slowly dies? / And how long, Lord, must I stay here / Staring up into the pain in my loved ones' eyes? / How long, Lord, must I wait here / While my love calls to me from the other side? / And how long, Lord, must I grieve here / 'Til I walk with her along that golden shore? // It's a long hard life if you're lucky. / You live and learn just to die and forget it all. / But as I take these shallow breaths, / And this strong, old heart slows in my chest, / I look back on life with no regrets. / I'm just ready. // How long, Lord, must I lay here / While this old body slowly dies? / And how long, Lord, will you let me / Fight this battle when I've lost the war? // It's a long hard life if you're lucky. / You live and learn just to die and forget it all. / But as I take these shallow breaths, / And this strong, old heart slows in my chest, / I look back on life with no regrets. / I'm just ready. // How long, Lord, must I suffer, / Suffer along with those I'll leave behind? / And how long, Lord, must I wander / Through this shadowed land between their world and Yours? // It's a long hard life if you're lucky. / You live and learn just to die and forget it all. / But as I take these shallow breaths, / And this strong, old heart slows in my chest, / I look back on life with no regrets. / I'm just ready.


Time Goes By

I never felt that look in someone else's eyes, 'til I felt it / And I'd always wondered why, so I guess I should thank you. / But then I heard you wrote 'bout when I cried / Probably wrote several clever lines. / Well I could hardly blame you, I do it all the time / It's just funny to see it happening to me. / And I can't say I never been good at goodbyes / I say 'em all the time and then I keep on moving / And time goes by…and time goes by. // And time goes by and finds me wrestling with myself. / Seems the sun won't set unless I got spiders on my shelf. / Heartache and tragedies 'bout to strangle my last breath, / And here comes that condescending train roaring down the tracks. / Yeah I guess I would have been fine / Leaving closed what you opened up in me. / I guess I need more time to go by / 'Cause each tomorrow still greets me with your smile. // Now ya tell me ya got somebody new, / Well that makes two you chose over me / And everybody is wondering why I can't see…I don't know why. / I guess I must be thinking 'bout those times / We sat staring into each others' eyes, and you spoke to me / And I spoke to you things I never wanted to say to no one new. / But I'll put on my biggest smile, / Guess there's really only two things left to do, / Get up and fly or lay down and die, either way, time goes by… // And time goes by and finds me wrestling with myself. / Seems the sun won't set unless I got spiders on my shelf. /Heartache and tragedies 'bout to strangle my last breath, / And here comes that condescending train roaring down the tracks. / Yeah I guess I would have been fine / Leaving closed what you opened up in me. / I guess I need more time to go by / 'Cause each tomorrow still greets me with your smile. / And I can't say I never been good at goodbyes / I say 'em all the time and then I keep on moving / And time goes by…and time goes by.


The Ballad of the Romantics

We flew to Amsterdam singing our songs / Cross hazy canals we walked arm in arm / When we met in Dublin, I'd never have dreamed / What started that evening would lead to today / What started that evening would lead to this day. // Through city and country our footsteps would fall / Through rain and through sunshine, winter and snow / You didn't move that my shadow would feel. / You were my angel, other people my hell / You were my angel, other people my hell. // The weeks passed as minutes on a dusty old clock / That no one dared look at lest the good times might stop / And I lived a lifetime each day in your arms / Born new every morning, we spent our nights in the stars. / Born new every morning, we spent our nights in the stars. // Flew into New York from shores far away / We bought an old van and toured round the States / We lived in our senses and got carried away / Our vagabond living paving the way, / Our vagabond living paving our way. // Adventure and romance led to Old Mexico / To a dusty cantina long forgotten by roads / And save for the bartender we were alone / 'Til a handsome young stranger stepped into the room / A handsome young stranger stepped into the room. // The stranger and bartender nodded and grinned / And the stranger moved close, laid his hand on your leg / Then I took your hand and we made for the door / But the stranger was quicker, and I hit the floor / The stranger was quicker, and I hit the floor. // With a knife that he carried, he opened my throat / And I heard you scream as you clung to my clothes / The last thing I felt were your lips on my face / As the handsome young stranger took you away / As the handsome young stranger took you away. // We flew to Amsterdam singing our songs / Cross hazy canals we walked arm in arm / When we met in Dublin, I'd never have dreamed / What started that evening would lead to this day / What started that evening would lead to this.


Always Someone Else

Ain't there always someone else? / Well ain't there always someone else? / Ain't there always someone else to show you a good time? // Big, full moon flood the tide / Diamond-sparkling batted eyes. / Who mentioned love? Whose got the right? / Swept under the rug to enjoy tonight. // Ain't there always someone else? / Well ain't there always someone else? / Ain't there always someone else to show you a good time? // The cards were dealt to divine the truth, / And multiple readings eerily stayed in tune. / What is this magic? What will the Spirit do? / I couldn't believe it, looks like neither can you. // Ain't there always someone else? / Well ain't there always someone else? / Ain't there always someone else to show you a good time? // Blacker the night, Blacker the song I sing. / Blacker than coal or fallen angels wings. / To cure the lonely such an easy thing. / A fleeting moment might just last all week. / Just an object, just a pill to take. / Just a reason to self-medicate. / A savage release will keep the dogs at bay. / Leave for tomorrow whats wrong with today. // Ain't there always someone else? / Well ain't there always someone else? / Ain't there always someone else to show you a good time?


I'm Still Here

Oh what a year… / Ushered in with such a sin. / To sit with children and then spin. / Not the father I would be, / But just a friend whose tongue refused to speak. // I felt it then, / But how could I have ever known / What scars my heart would show / After walking that hard road, / Covered in new sorrows head to toe. // A precious gift / That I prayed the Lord to take / If it wasn't He who gave. / Deny myself and have Your way, / But still she haunts me in the home she made. // But I'm still here / Through all these tears / With so much less, yet so much more of me / Stripped back and open bare. / Yes, I'm still here. / No worse for wear, / With so much less, yet so much more of me / To face the coming years… / Yes, I'm still here. // My oldest fear / Played out while I napped unaware, / After he prepared our last meal. / When needed most during his hell / I was fast asleep and late to help. / The greatest man / That I will ever know on earth. / A teacher, father, friend and more, / Who blessed me with his final breath. / Oh how I wish I could have eased his death. // Our family home / For over fifty years stood strong. / Whose walls saw each year of my mom's, / Caught fire and burned down to the ground. / Charred brick and ash is all there is left now. // But I'm still here / Through all these tears / With so much less, yet so much more of me / Stripped back and open bare. / Yes, I'm still here. / No worse for wear, / With so much less, yet so much more of me / To face the coming years… / Yes, I'm still here. 


Annie

Annie…Annie…. // Annie you grew into quite a woman, child. / How I hate to see you cry. / Annie we'll see you in the bye and bye. / Dry your eyes. // I know you've had your doubts, / And Lord knows it wasn't easy, / But I had you right there by my side. / So don't you ever doubt. / I watched you try and save me. / But it was time for this old man, / So Annie…live… // Annie you gave all there was to give. / Your love was our greatest gift. / Annie you brought such joy into our home. / You lit our faces with your own. // I know you've had your doubts, / And Lord knows it wasn't easy, / But I had you right there by my side. / So don't you ever doubt. / I watched you try and save me. / But it was time for this old man, / So Annie…live… // I still remember, Annie, when you were just a girl. / You followed me all over, staring up in wonder. / But as you grew, child, the roles reversed, / And it was our turn, to stare up in wonder and in hope… // Annie…Annie… // Annie you learned all I had to show, / So don't be scared you're not alone. / Annie I'm so proud you are my own. / You'll come through this fire pure as gold. // I know you've had your doubts, / And Lord knows it wasn't easy, / But I had you right there by my side. / So don't you ever doubt. / I watched you try and save me. / But it was time for the old man, / So Annie…live…


Christmas in Levelland

It's Christmas time in Levelland / And snows been falling on the ground / And that don't happen too often here / Had to write a song before it disappears. / It's Christmas time in Levelland / Got my Christmas Bell close at hand / Waggin' her tail like a fuzzy dog / And that's what she is so you can't go wrong. / And little brothers stuck up north, ya know, / Where the cables out and it hadn't even snowed / While way down south in this level land / We got snow drifts rising from the level ground. // Merry Christmas, I hope you've had a good year. / Merry Christmas, pass the bottle, spread the cheer. // It's Christmas time in Levelland / Got the little baby Jesus in his manger bed / And a big 'ol star on the Christmas tree / With Christmas lights and Christmas wreaths / And we might even have a little mistletoe / But it wouldn't really matter cause don't ya know / I ain't got no one here to kiss or hold / Just a fuzzy little dog and a yard full of snow. // Merry Christmas, I hope you've had a good year. / Merry Christmas, pass the bottle, spread the cheer. // It's Christmas time in Levelland / And the sun's come out but the snow is sticking 'round / And with any kind of luck when the sun goes down / And the temperature drops more snow'll drop down. / It's Christmas time in Levelland / And my momma's coming over and I got the old man, / Sitting in the living room watching Fox News / Moaning 'bout the government, whatcha' gonna do? // Merry Christmas, I hope you've had a good year. / Merry Christmas, pass the bottle, spread the cheer.


Gonna Be My Bride

Well I love ya, baby, gonna be my bride. / Love ya, baby, gonna be my bride. / I love ya, baby, gonna be my sweet, sweet wife, / And I'd sacrifice myself to have you by my side. // There ain't no part to your body I love anymore / Than any other part I might find next door. / I've searched you over, I love to explore / Every inch of my love and there's always more / Every inch of my love and there's always more. // Well I love ya, baby, gonna be my bride. / Love ya, baby, gonna be my bride. / I love ya, baby, gonna be my sweet, sweet wife, / And I'd sacrifice myself to have you by my side. // There ain't no flaw in ya, baby, not a blemish one. / You're distinct, unique, and it's my heart you've won. / You'll make a spotless bride, I'll wash you in my blood. / So don't ya never worry there's no end to my love / No don't ya never worry there's no end to my love. // Hard to wait so long with you so close to me, / But waiting on your love is sweet, babe. / And when I think of you the whole world fades away / 'Cause it could never hold my love for you, babe…hold my love for you babe. // Well I love ya, baby, gonna be my bride. / Love ya, baby, gonna be my bride. / I love ya, baby, gonna be my sweet, sweet wife, / And I'd sacrifice myself to have you by my side. // When I come to meet ya on the air we'll soar / On lovers' wings above the whole wide world. / Then I'll bend to kiss the one I adore, / And pour my love out on ya forevermore. / And pour my love out on ya forevermore.


From the Wall & In the City - 2010

Dogs

The dogs don’t like small children, / They can’t tolerate small folk. / And it chaps their bones a’knowing / They gotta become just like them if they want to go. / And though it sure sounds awful foolish, / Some worldly dogs may never know. // Nah the Master wasn’t taken / By all the old tricks them dogs could do. / In fact, He scolded them like a bunch of mixed breed pups / Who’d just chewed up and slobbered in His shoes. / Then He left them indoors while He went outside, / Started dancing with cats and prostitutes. // And you know dogs, they’re always fighting, / Dog sense of justice nearly force them to. / Territory and prized possessions / Ideals perverted’ll bind the pack like glue. / Then en masse they can be persuaded / To kill another they once loved and knew. // Our brothers’ blood is crying up from the ground, / But like good dogs we just keep lapping it down. / Mindless beasts we just accept what we’re fed, / Neglect the prophets and distort whats been said. / The days are coming when we won’t have the chance / To play both sides while we bark and we laugh. // The dogs don’t like small children, / They can’t tolerate small folk. / And it chaps their bones a’knowing / They gotta become just like them if they want to go. / And though it sure sounds awful foolish, / Some worldly dogs may never know.


Genesis 6 Blues

When men began to increase in number on the earth, / And women were with them and they were giving birth / To beautiful daughters. / And the sons of God who were standing near the edge, / Took notice and one of them said, / “Might be worth the fall to go lay down beside them.” // Oh cover your heads below. /Someone’s creeping through the kitchen door. / Someone’s creeping through the kitchen door. // Of course creation will never be the same, / corrupted natures, / Yeah the whole damn thing. / And children being born to beautiful daughters. / But these aren’t just the children of men. / They’re the sons of the sons of God and you know what that means…/ They’re responsible for many a myth and legend. // Yeah man will rattle in his grave, / a few years younger than he did before. / Ain’t no man gonna make it past six score. // It’s an old, old story. / And it’s just like old, old stories. / Yeah it’s an old, old story. / Floods and visitors from above kind of story. /Between the lines of words in stone / and pictures carved in ancient tombs, / Exists a truth now lost, still true. / Can you see it now? / How bout now? // And the world was a wicked place. / No sign of light or love on any face, save for Noah’s. / Noah was a righteous man. / And God’s heart was grieved. / From dark inclinations in every thought and deed, save for Noah’s. / Noah was a righteous man. // Hey Noah get yourself in the boat, / and you can take your family with you so make sure it floats. / You can take your family with you so make sure it floats.


Revolution

Ten beard covered wagons came down from the hills to eat. / With their rosaries a'glow, "Hail Mary!" Fear the virgin saint. / And there were demons in the corner wearing hooded cloaks, / three politicians on the street telling dirty jokes, / and everyone of them scattered when the birds clamoured for their meat! // And all the babies cried for country as their families bloodied up the streets. / Little brother call for Momma, Little Johnny's lost his mangled feet. / And the wagons overtook them as they beat them down, / but a fierce opposition brew in their mouths / and where's a savior when you need one? Come quick, give us hope for peace! // Confusion gather round the shoulders like a blanket from the freezing rain. / Don't let the booze slip from the bottle! "Tell the truth!" Lies can be explained. / That's when the madman from the mountain came running down, / the fear and loathing from his belly came rumbling out, / and all the people stood there laughing, too dumb to even see his pain! // All the victims jumped up shouting, wagging fingers cross their pointy beaks. / And the government delivered quite a show of unyielding faith. / The drunken monkey danced for quarters to the beat of the drum / and all the children gathered close to watch the end go down, / and the silence from the army echoed cold off the lifeless streets! // And you can bury your mother in the hole that you dug last week! / Pass the blame onto your brother, you worthless hack! Fall down on your knees. / And the last thing you'll be hearing as they lay you out, / is the rattle from the wagon wheel circling round. / Since you won't stand up and fight it, numb the pain. Pour another drink!


Chowder

Down the pipes goes the phatty boomer /All the walls fall down as it creeps up to you / And perception grows just a little strange…/ And when your stomach grows a little tight / You lose control as your mind takes flight / And you can tell this trip chose a whole new way…/ So you sit down for a little while / As the mind’s eye wanders several hundred miles / Too far to reach with anything you thought you knew before. / You let the trip drip from your brow / You’ve got too much truth just to let go now / And that’s when the bottom really starts to give. / Who knew it’d really give? I can’t hold me, if you don’t lift. //Hey did you try to burn the wall? / Did the colors run or did you let them fall, / Melting down between the pores of everything you thought you knew before? / As the rabbles raised you laugh to yourself / Such a clear bright shine that the stars come out / And you just sit there grinning / Trying not to break the wave…/ And as the world clicks by at a steady pace / The words pour out meaning lost in space / And, “What a shame!” you think, to lose it all right at the brink. / But the chowders taken full effect / You’re short of breath but you ain’t dead yet /And just then your mind explodes / Kaleidoscopes in swaddling clothes. / Gotta watch her blow! / Well I can’t stay sane here, so I let it grow. // Just when you think the train might stop / The heat extends and the vessels pop / Looks like this night has just begun…/ You fall back fast into your chair / The wind chime echoes through the new blown air /And the water drops and drips /Between the rocks the demons sent…/ You lose your sight and you start to feel / With newborn eyes the pores come unsealed / And the world floods in and out and in and out and out again…/ And the Doc flicks fire from the written word / A burn so deep that your chest explodes / And you scream and claw the air, / The spreading sickness has bred despair! /He says he’s got the Fear! / But I can’t help him, my mind has disappeared…


In the City

A rich man dreams a dead man’s thoughts / Fear and trembling have beset me, / For all the riches that he’s got / Will never pacify his cravings. // Our old friend attacks his brothers, / Of which I am just a number. / With words so soft, the bar is shifted. / I’m on the fringe, o sweet asylum! // Wellsprings of violence and despair, / Destructive forces wage their war in the city. / Day and night they prowl the walls, / Oppression and deception line the streets in the city. / If I had wings I’d fly away. / This horror is overwhelming me. / Let death take them by surprise. / Let them go down to the graves alive. // Expensive suits in shadowed rooms / Decide the wars and plagues of nations. / Lusting beasts with age-old dreams / Of world control and domination, / And in this land the leaders speak / With words as smooth as oil and butter. / Yet war and death are in their hearts, / Their words are swords drawn for mass murder. // Wellsprings of violence and despair, / Destructive forces wage their war in the city. / Day and night they prowl the walls, / Oppression and deception line the streets in the city. / If I had wings I’d fly away. / This horrors overwhelming me. / Let death take them by surprise. / Let them go down to the graves alive.


Witching Hour

Now the sun has gone so let me creep inside, / To your heart of hearts to where your secrets hide. / And don’t you know it won’t do no good to run? I can read your soul through the scars you’ve won! // ‘Tis the witching hour, tell me where would you go / With no sign of courage or your hooded cloak? / I can feel the fear rising deep down in your throat / As your eyes glaze over, you shiver all alone. // Now the wind blows cold through your bedroom door, / As you sit hunched over staring down at the floor. / And your blood-stained eyes they grow too full to cry / As you sit and contemplate your living lie. // And in your wooden box you feel the termites swarm / Too close to flesh not to fill secure, / But bound and gagged you see no prayer for escape, / So you let the evil bore right through your face. // Then the question is posed and it opens up your eyes / From the storm you’re living to more hopeful skies, / But still you sit with your ears clenched tight, / Too proud and lonely to break through tonight. // So just go throw yourself back into your grave, / And let the undertaker put the coins in place, / And when you reach the river won’t you look for me. / I’ll wave you under with the pain I breath.


Down to the Pit

O Lord, I call to you, come quickly to me. / Hear my voice when I call to you, YHWH. / May my prayer be set before you like incense and flame / As I lift up my hands and I die in Your Name. // Set a guard over my mouth, / keep watch over my lips. / Let my heart not be drawn to evil, / To take part in dark deeds with those who are dead, / Let me not drink the wine from their table. // Now the serpent pursues me and crushes me down, / And my flesh, sinful nature, wallows deep in the ground, / But my spirit cries out beneath the mud and the grit, / “Lord, don’t hide Your face or I’ll fall—down to the pit.” // Let a righteous man strike me, it’s oil on my head / For it’s pride that gives birth to all of my sins, / And I pray ‘gainst dark powers, throw ‘em down from the cliffs. / Show the wicked my words are well spoken. // O my eyes are fixed on You, the Light of the world. / My Rock it’s in You I take refuge. / I’m crying for mercy, Lord, save me from Death. / May Your grace protect me from judgement. // Now the serpent pursues me and crushes me down, / And my flesh, sinful nature, wallows deep in the ground, / But my spirit cries out beneath the mud and the grit, / “Lord, don’t hide Your face or I’ll fall—down to the pit.” // I have often dwelt in dark places, / Traded Truth for illusions of gold, / But Your voice reached my ear, just as Death hovered near. / Now I reach for You out of the cold. // O Ancient of Days, mysterious and vast, / I meditate on all that Your hands have done. / As I mourn for the loss of our innocence, / My soul thirsts for You like the parched desert sands. // Let the morning bring word of Your unfailing love, / For I have put all my trust in Jesus. / Just show me the way, Lord, that You’d have me go. / I’ve surrendered my spirit, now I lift up my soul—to You. // Now the serpent pursues me and crushes me down, / And my flesh, sinful nature, wallows deep in the ground, / But my spirit cries out beneath the mud and the grit, / “Lord, don’t hide Your face or I’ll fall—down to the pit.”


Stiff-Necked People

The I AM spoke to Moses from the burning bush, / “You’re gonna lead my people to the milk and honey. / Milk and honey flowing in the promise land, / And you’re the one to lead them, you’re a humble man.” // Signs and wonder flow from Moses’ staff, / And the people are freed from Pharaoh’s shackles. / Pharaoh’s shackles fall down to the ground, / And Moses meets the Lord on Sinai Mountain. // Now the people all grumble, “He’s a long time coming.” / So they melt their golden jewelry form a golden calf. / The golden calf ignites the fire of God’s great fury, / And he says, “Let me destroy them, they’re a stiff-necked people.” // The Lord, the Lord, most gracious and compassionate God. / Slow to anger, abounding in faithfulness and love, / Forgiving wickedness, rebellion and sin. / Yet He does not leave the wicked unpunished…// The fathers die out in the desert and the mothers, too. / Not even Moses gonna make it cross the Jordan River. / The Jordan River is quite a distance from the old man speaking. / “If you rebelled while I was with you, it’s going to worsen with my leaving!” // So the Lord rules the people through His chosen prophets, / But their hearts are hard, they want to serve a king. / A king like other nations, not the King of all Glories. / The people choose enslavement. Hear the echo ring. // The Lord, the Lord, most gracious and compassionate God. / Slow to anger, abounding in faithfulness and love, / Forgiving wickedness, rebellion and sin. / Yet He does not leave the wicked unpunished… // The old Hebrews weren’t chosen on account of being righteous, / And back and forth they went serving God and man. / God and man came to them in the Christ called Jesus, / But their stiff-necked teachers refused to suffer Him. // Still the Lord’s heart yearns for His chosen people. / Who ever heard of a nation being born in a day? / In a day the curtain opened on this ages’ last chapter, / And time began marching towards the Lord’s great day. / Now Israel was chosen, but we’re all God’s children. / Bent to self-destruction save for the Lord’s great mercy. / The Lord’s great mercy is the sweet salvation / This world of stiff-necked people would be damned without. // The Lord, the Lord, most gracious and compassionate God. / Slow to anger, abounding in faithfulness and love, / Forgiving wickedness, rebellion and sin. / Yet He does not leave the wicked unpunished…


Everybody Knows

Everybody knows there’s a war going on, everybody knows there’s a war. / Everybody knows about the kids that don’t come home. / Yeah, I heard it’s gonna be a long war. // Everybody knows about the bodies in the streets, everybody knows there’s a war. / Everybody knows about the mothers and the beasts / Bloodying the Babylon floor. // But could you help us see the reason, / ‘cause it sure ain’t to keep the peace. / For every civilian that we’re slaying, / there’s another war-torn family rising up in hate. // Everybody knows there’s a war going on, everybody knows there’s a war. / Everybody knows about the money being made / By the men behind the closed, locked doors. // Everybody knows we like meddling in affairs, everybody knows there’s a war. / Over seven-hundred bases in one-hundred-and-twenty different countries / Makes you wonder what we’re staying for… // Can you imagine what we’d do here / if some foreign power occupied our soil, / And tried to tell us how to live here, / as their bombs ripped through our boys and girls? // Everybody knows there’s a war going on, everybody knows there’s a war. / Everybody knows you gotta reap what you sow, / So get in line for the fruits of war! // Everybody knows it’s the Christian thing to do, everybody knows there’s a war. / Why Jesus Christ, Himself, would probably blow ‘em straight to Hell, / While pissing on the golden rule! //And it don’t matter who is in office. / Or are you still too blind to see? / This war machine rolls on undaunted. / How long before you think it rolls over you and me?


We’re Gonna March

We’re at a unique point in history / Where we don’t have to listen to the things we see / We just listen to what we’re told to believe / We let it pass for news every day. / We’re gonna march on Washington, / we’re gonna march on St. Paul / We’re gonna let the Grand ‘Ol Party know that we can’t be bought. // So take our fathers’ old document / And set it on fire / The leading politician’s of the day would argue / That the message has expired. / We’re gonna march on Washington, / we’re gonna march on St. Paul / We’re gonna let the politician’s know just where their fight comes from. // The place to hide has always been out in open spaces / And what is, really isn’t, it’s called reality creation / And if you think for one minute we’re independently governing this nation / Well then friend embrace the messanger, you are badly mistaken. / We’re gonna march on New York City, / up to the U.N. / And to the Council on Foreign Relations. Speak up! Illuminate their plans. // It’s a sad truth, but liberation is often disguised occupation / And it don’t take no prophet to speak out against the road that we’ve taken / But if ever was a day that the people needed a beacon / To shine light on the truth that we’ve become an imperialistic nation, it’s now! /We’re gonna march on New York City, / up to the U.N. / And to any office bent on mass manipulation against which we’ll take our stand. // But this is bigger than our empire failing, / this is bigger than all our freedoms they’re taking. / For even now the very heavens are shaking, / the kingdom advances, hear the whole of creation moan. // I’ve heard about a church towards the end of days / Drunk on the saints’ spilt blood / And about a certain mark they’ll make / Or just inject into your arm. / We’re gonna march for liberty, / we’re gonna march for our souls / For this war that we’re here to wage ain’t just ‘gainst flesh and bones. // So let us keep our eyes open wide / The seasons are changing that’s hard to deny / Don’t wait for the day when you’re shackled and chained up inside / To stand up for your country, your Savior, your rights. / We’re gonna march for liberty, / we’re gonna march for our souls / We’re gonna cast dark powers of this world down to the pits below.


Prepare the Way

Prepare the Way! For the dead and the living. / Prepare the Way! / Prepare the Way! For the dead and the living. / Prepare the Way! // Bob Dylan and John the Baptist having supper. / One says to the other, “How’s your head?” / John smiles at Bob, says, “You know I never / Really felt the blade like I felt compelled to…” // Prepare the Way! For the dead and the living. / Prepare the Way! / Prepare the Way! For the dead and the living. / Prepare the Way! // “What happened to your good faith Mr. Dylan? / Did the slow train coming simply take too long?” / Dylan shakes his head, says, “It’s a heavy burden / To wear my soul on the sleeves of my songs.” // Up from the table, into the city. / Their voices pound like thunder against the gates of Hell. / All creation squirms in anticipation / As the holy angels shine the wedding bells. // Prepare the Way! For the dead and the living. / Prepare the Way! / Prepare the Way! For the dead and the living. / Prepare the Way! / John don’t tell Bob just where they’re going. / The ‘ol Baptist just talks about where Bobs been, / And in a flash there’s illumination / On Dylan’s every step towards Jeruseleum. // “Hey John, you been talking crazy! / And I just can’t hardly believe my ears.” / “Believe it Bob! You’ll look good in sackcloth.” / Then they began to preach for three and one-half years. // Won’t be long until He comes back. / Won’t be long until He comes back! / Won’t be long until He comes back. / Won’t be long until He comes back! / Won’t be long until He comes back. / Won’t be long until He comes back! // Prepare the Way! For the dead and the living. /Prepare the Way!


Moutain of the Lord

Won’t you come on up to the mountain of the Lord? / Won’t you come on up to the mountain of the Lord? / The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost / request your presence where it matters most. / Don’t refuse Them. / The days are dark, and the air is thick / with deceiving spirits from the Devil sent, / To Destroy you. // Won’t you come on up to the mountain of the Lord? / Won’t you come on up to the mountain of the Lord? / For the kingdom of God is not a matter or talk, / It’s a matter of power, so child get up and walk. / Christ can heal you. / The signs and wonders we’ve read of in the Book / Are just a whisper to the Spirit’s next work. / Won’t you join Him? // Won’t you come on up to the mountain of the Lord? / Won’t you come on up to the mountain of the Lord? // For with the Lord a day is like a thousand years, / And He’s been patient so that we all might hear. / Now open your heart and set your eyes on the Son, / The seasons are changing, and the birth pains have begun. // Won’t you come on up to the mountain of the Lord? / Won’t you come on up to the mountain of the Lord? / The Christ who came and shed His blood for our sins, / Came as a servant and came back as The King. / Death can’t hold Him. / Now we ain’t nothing here but filthy rags, / And it don’t take no prophet to see these are evil days. / Stop your boasting. // Won’t you come on up to the mountain of the Lord? / Won’t you come on up to the mountain of the Lord?


The Beast Is Here

“The end is near,” I hear the children singing. / The other children cry, “Take ‘em away!” / It’s hard to know why we couldn’t see this coming. / The ends been written on the wall for an age. // Don’t take no eyes of faith, just lines of reason. / Don’t take religion to read a history book, / And there discover power’s inclination / Towards corruption, destruction and control. // And with each new day we just move closer and closer / To that New World Order they’ve been dreaming about. / Now are the days of world tax and regulation, / no more sovereignty of nations. / The Beast is here! // From the wall I see the storm that’s coming. / Down in the city it’s hard to even hear. / The forked-tongues of our politicians / Distorting truth while preaching a doctrine of Fear. // They create a crisis, then they snatch up power, / While hordes of people beg they take a little more, / But those that’d sacrifice their freedom for safety / Don’t deserve neither, our Fathers warned. // And with each new day we just move closer and closer / To that New World Order they’ve been dreaming about. / Now are the days of world tax and regulation, / no more sovereignty of nations. / The Beast is here! // “The end is near,” I hear the children singing. / The other children cry, “Take ‘em away!” / It’s hard to know why we couldn’t see this coming. / The ends been written on the wall for an age. / The ends been written on the wall for an age.


Come and Take It

Let’s cut the fat and throw the trash out of the kitchen: / A bag of greedy, lying, rotten politicians. / There’s fire in Texas and flames burning ‘cross the nation, / Setting fire to apathetic resignation. // It’s time the Fed discover we know ‘bout the power that they’re taking. / And those that had a hand in all this power thieving should be shaking. / The rights of States are being trampled by this once great nation. / It’s time Big Brother face the music of our Constitution. // We’re tired of watching all the makers of the messes pose as saviors. / Make no mistake about it, it isn’t random chance; it’s met agendas. / The path we’re on is the path which they have chosen. / But the tide is turning on this mass manipulation. // The money changers know that powers held by the purse strings. / And they’ve got their pearl fangs deep in the hearts of all they need. / But there are those who’d stand our ground to fight ‘em, / So let’s unite behind them, for the cause of Liberty. // Concentrated power never fails to lose concern for people’s interest. / And the more the power grows, the less it cares, the more it cries out for new taxes. / But the government that governs least is sure to be the greatest. / And those who forget the past are destined to repeat it. // So Come and Take It if you think you want to try and catch us sleeping. / We’ll send you back to where you came from, but you’re gonna take a beating. / Before you smile and bob your head you should do some thinking. / We’re gonna start off with the wolves dressed in sheep’s clothing. // The money changers know that powers held by the purse strings. / And they’ve got their pearl fangs deep in the hearts of all they need. / But there are those who’d stand our ground to fight ‘em, / So let’s unite behind them, for the cause of Liberty.


The Ships Going Down

Aboard a ship called, “History,” / The world crawled in and set for sea, / And dancing knowing smiles agreed: / The ships going down. // And turning circles round about / Each others’ asses they all cried out, / In deafening and bestial shouts, / “The ships going down.” // And in a lonely corridor, / there sits a spirit that’s sat before, / Whose fate depends on filthy whores. / An unfair hand. // The captain bellowed and monkeys ran / To the highest places in the land, / And its been this way since pride began. / The ships going down. // And the last four monkeys between these coasts, / Who fight in public, but kiss alone, / Have trumpeted the funeral march. / The ships going down. // They throw the children overboard, / and pin the spirit to the floor. / The captain cries for more and more. / The rape begins…again…and again… // Shut out the lights and strike up the band. / There’s a storm raging, straight ahead, / With no intention of veering left or right. / We’d all be doomed if He waited one more night! // Now are the days when War is Peace, / Freedom, Slavery, and Ignorance, Strength. / The systems largely put in place. / The ships going down. // When asked the captain will smile and say, / “The whole of History led to this day, / And the future’s a boot on the human face!” / The ships going down. // But as the Darkness pierces Light, / and Death attempts to conquer Life, / The Truth begins to turn the knife, / and the world writhes in pain. // Shut out the lights and strike up the band. / There’s a storm raging, straight ahead, / With no intention of veering left or right. / We’d all be doomed if He waited one more night!

The Time Is Now – a poem

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Mozelle - 2009

Mozelle

I met Mozelle in the twenty-second year of my life. / It was the days of the social, drop the handkerchief, who do you like? / And though her beauty was striking, I feared that I best not think twice. / Cause with six years between us, I figured her father would never let his young daughter date an old rounder like me. // Six months would go by ‘fore I seen the young maiden again. / I’d been stood up to the movie, she was standing alone with no friends. / And as she awaited her ride, I approached her and so it began. / Cause her father would let her, and the woman I stood with would soon be my wife, my one love, my best friend. // Chorus -> Whether hard times or good times, you never once changed who you were. / You stood faithful beside me, and you never did question my worth. / You were thankful for little, you were gracious with much. / And though my eyes are old now, I see clear as a bell, that the Lord sure don’t make ‘em like you anymore…if he ever did more than once, anyhow. // She was ready for children, and in the winter of ’45 he was born. / So we sold off a calf to pay the doctors for him to come home. / And in our years together we’d have one more boy and two girls. / And when the Lord took the first one, the one thing I stood on was knowing I had you right there by my side. // Chorus // Looking back on it all, I thank the Lord for such a blessed life. / For the joy that you brought me in sixty-three years as my wife. / And though we can’t live forever, I sure thought I’d have you tonight. / But I know someday soon, we’ll stand side by side, staring out over our next paradise. // Chorus // I met Mozelle in the twenty-second year of my life.


Sweet By and By
Sanford F. Bennett

There's a land that is fairer than day, / And by faith we can see it afar; / For the Father waits over the way / To prepare us a dwelling place there. // Chorus -> In the sweet by and by, / We shall meet on that beautiful shore; / In the sweet by and by, / We shall meet on that beautiful shore. // We shall sing on that beautiful shore / The melodious songs of the blessed; / And our spirits shall sorrow no more, / Not a sigh for the blessing of rest. // Chorus // To our bountiful Father above, / We will offer our tribute of praise / For the glorious gift of His love / And the blessings that hallow our days. // Chorus.


The Oak Tree Song

Sit right here, my friend; it’s about that time again. / We can stay up all night and take a look at our lives. / So many things that are going on, and even more of them are going wrong. / Try not to think about all the worry and the doubt. / This road we’re on keeps getting longer and longer; the end in sight keeps growing farther and farther. / I hit my knees each and every night; pray to God to make things right. / And I know that I can lean on you after all the things that we have been through. / We’ve known each other for a long, long time; you’ve seen me up, and you’ve seen me crying through // Chorus -> Broken hearts and smoke filled pipes, pointless talk that will last all night; / The loss of loved ones, the loss of friends; crazy fights that we got in; / Disappointment and bottles of beer; wild women throughout the years, / And where we’re going, neither know. It’d sure help to have somewhere to go. // Swirling in this sea of unknowns, we’ll enjoy the calm before the storm comes, / And brace ourselves in this ship of fools, though our slippery grip we may lose. / We’ll try not to waste a breath of air, and let those around us know that we care. / Take a trip and get away from the pressures that we face each day. / Spend a week in a snowy cabin, engulfed in trees and beautiful mountains / Where we can appreciate all the things which He hath made, / But all of this is just a small delay, cause in the end there can be no way / To avoid the inevitable, where we sit and just remember… // Chorus // Staring out our window, watch the oak shake as the wind blows. / Time takes his toll on us all, as each of us have to answer his call. / The sun sets on our time together; the end draws near as we all scatter. / Hard to tell where we will all be, just as the seasons change so do we, / But just as sure as the falling rain, pouring down on a loved one’s grave, / I’ll always be here for you, to help you through all that you do. / So though the wind may take us different directions, it can never break the connection / Between the hearts of two old friends; I’ve sang it twice and now I’ll sing it again, we’ve been through // Chorus.


Dreaming 'Bout New York

I’ve been dreaming ‘bout New York, dreaming ‘bout Pittsburgh, too. (repeat 2x) / But it ain’t that I want to go there. Baby, I just been missing you. // I’ve been thinking ‘bout Mexico, first time we met. / You came up to me, barefoot in a black silken dress. (repeat) / Now I know many years have gone by, but, baby, I’m still missing you. // Chorus -> Now I ain’t had a reason to hold onto our love since the day I left your side, / And you could even argue that it never was. / You know those last few days was none too satisfying. // Still, I keep dreaming ‘bout New York, dreaming ‘bout Pittsburgh, too. / I keep wishing to myself I’d known then what I learned from you. (repeat) / But like a simple twist of fate, I was born too late, and you were born a little too soon. // They say distance makes the heart grow fond, and time can heal all things. / So what happened to your heart, and why is it that I still sing? (repeat) / Cause it ain’t like I’m a fool for love. You’re the only woman I can’t shake. // Chorus // Still, I keep dreaming ‘bout New York, dreaming ‘bout Pittsburgh, too. / I’m just moaning down in Texas, wondering what I’m gonna do. (repeat) / No, I can’t even get you to lead me on, and still I just keep missing you. // Well, I’m sure you’re happy, baby, sure you found someone new. / I’m wishing you well, this ain’t nothing that I’d ever choose. (repeat) / Now I spend each day trying to forget you, but my dreams may never turn you loose. // Chorus.


Comforts

Sitting in the comforts of my room, / Barefoot tapping on a hardwood floor, / I let me guitar carry the tune. / Speaking words for a worn out heart / Through a elody soft and true, / And now I’m safe in the comforts of my room. // Strumming songs and killing time, / Each new breath takes me closer to death, / But I’m in no way eady to die. / And I feel I can’t go on like this, / But I sure as hell got to try, / So I'm strumming songs and killing time. // Chorus -> Old memories swirl around me like a hurricane, / And teardrops they fall just like rain, / And I see your face each night when I close my eyes to sleep, / And I hope that you’re feeling just about the same. // Stare into the faces of the heroes from my past, / Wise eyes and knowing smiles are staring back. / “Why’s life got to be so tough?” I ask, / When I stare into the faces of the past. // Now they’re collecting dust and I’m moving on. / A guide can only show you the path, but it’s your feet that have to walk, / And for the first time in my life, / I see that I’m all alone. / Now they’re collecting dust and I’m moving on. // Chorus // Still, strumming songs and killing time, / Each new breath takes me closer to death, / But I’m still not ready to die. / And I feel I can’t go on like this, / But I sure as hell got to try, / So I’m strumming songs and killing time // Chorus 2x.


Grandfather's Boots

Grandfather bent down to the earth, / Placed her flowers on the fresh dug dirt, / Closed his eyes, and he said a prayer, / “Life’s so hard, Oh Lord.” // “These days I know more in the grave / Than I know up and walking straight, / And I mean that in a couple of ways. / Now do you know what it is that I say?” // And I trailed behind Grandfather’s boots / Just stepping in time in my softer shoes. // The cemetery was cold and grey, / But Grandfather wouldn’t let it stay that way. / With wide, young eyes I watched him smile and say, / “Ah-cha-cha chica-lie chica-lay.” // As the years passed by, I learned and grew / In the shadow of the man with the thundering boots, / No, it wasn’t too long ‘fore I was a big man, too. / He handed them down, I set aside my shoes. // But I went backsliding in Grandfather’s boots. / The wide world sashayed; I had no stomach for the Truth. // Now I’ve been walking down many roads, / Wide and full of gods and ghosts. / I’d never blush, I’s a pride-filled host. / Now that’s lowdown, lowdown. // But now it seems I’ve found my way. / These boots are stepping towards the narrow gate. / And it was no small part that the old man played. / Won’t you search me, Lord, and wash my sins away. // I go out walking in Grandfather’s boots. / My soul rejoices bouncing to the rhythm of my roots.


The Jesus Song

I was sitting on my porch last evening singing songs and feeling high. / I had all the neighborhood dogs a busy barking, / Even the stars were dancing in the sky. / And I was reeling, face beaming, / Feeling this life that I was living couldn’t get much better / When an old friend knocked on my door to pay a visit / I hadn’t seen in several winters. // I said, “Hey Jesus, come on in. How you been? Won’t you take a seat?” / And right then a little dog walked in and she proceeded to lick his feet. / Well ‘ol Jesus, he let out a laugh and said, / “Lord knows it’s good to see you. / It’s been an age since we talked about faith / And I’m beginning to feel we need to.” // I said, “That’s all well and good, but let’s get to the first things first.” / And then I poured him a glass of sangria / From my jug to quench his desert thirst. / Jesus smiled as he sipped his wine, / And he started in on a joke, / “Have you heard the one about Pilate, Judas and the drunken pope?” // Now there’s a thing you won’t find, no matter how hard you look, in all those Biblical stories. / That Jesus, he’s a funny man, and when he talks you forget your worries. / So there we sat, just thinking and drinking with our eyes pointed up toward the sky, / And ‘ol Christ he kept rambling on about the things he’d seen in his time. // Somewhere in his tale between the first World War and the first Woodstock, / Jesus asked me to play him a song, he said, “Show me what you got.” / I said, “That’ll do just fine, now just what would you like to hear?” / He shouted out, “Some ‘Sympathy for the Devil’ would make me grin from ear to ear!” // When I finished the song Jesus let out a sigh and he shook his head, / And then a smile broke across his face as he looked at me and said, / “That ‘ol Satan had his chance in heaven, but in defiance he decided to fall, / But I never did like the man that much, and when he left it didn’t bug me at all.” // As the hours waned on and the bottle waned low, my eyes began to droop, / And Jesus looked me square in the face, and said, “Now, son, it’s time to choose.” / But I was drunk and couldn’t speak or barely think, / And mumbling said I didn’t think I could start. / Jesus smirked sitting back in his seat, and we communicated with our hearts. // Lord only knows what time it was when Jesus finally decided he should go. / The last thing that I remember seeing was Christ laughing, standing near the door. / And I passed out on the porch, it must have been near dawn / When I laid down my head. / But I woke up inside confused and wondering / If it was Christ who’d tucked me into bed.


White Elephants

Have you ever seen the circle of white elephants, / Dancing round the new born boy? / A whole damn herd of elephants, / Just dancing around for joy. / Now they know something I don’t know, / And it’s something they want to tell, / But seeing as they’re elephants, / I couldn’t understand them even if they yelled. // And then the head one spoke right up, / Through eyes both old and wise / And when he lifted up his trunk, / I saw your face twist and come to life. / And then I felt his words take my pride, / Like ashes on the wind, / A message both true and tried, a message from a friend. // Chorus -> You got to learn to slow on down, and take your time. / There’s no such thing as there, there are just points along a line. / So take all the things you got, take all you know, / This old world won’t last that long, you might as well enjoy the show. Put on a good show! // Alice asked a real good thing, when she spoke to the rabbit in blue, / Which way to the bunny hole, which way should I choose? / And the Mad Hatter he did his dance, I saw the Cheshire in a tree, / And I still got this elephant, that won’t stop talking to me. // Chorus // And then I saw her standing there, like a beacon in the night. / An empire in a woman’s stare, an empire poised to strike, / But a love that’d take your breath away and a gentleness in touch, / A braveheart you couldn’t quite explain or ever love enough. // Chorus.


On My Own

I’ve been on the road for several days / Chasing round the good times, staying out too late / And I met a lot of good people, you know / But still I wind up sleeping alone after every show. / Ohio is nice this time of year / Lots of rain and lots of fog, very little cheer. / I’ve spent a mile or two today on the road / With a tune in my head and a hum in my soul. // Chorus -> Let’s head South tonight / I can hear those guitars singing / And the crowd just gathers round tight / Can’t wait for the band to start playing. / I can’t make it on my own (repeat)…on my own. // Now the sun sets low on another day / Time finds me out in West Virginia staying out too late. / Well hey lady won’t you pour another drink in my glass. / This dark brew and mellow mood are gonna get me tight fast. / And it won’t be long until I’m up on that stage / Half drunk, just singing and playing my blues away. / And on the air of every note I hit / I got a girl from Mexico, another girl here I haven’t met quite yet. // Chorus // I wake up in the pouring rain round bout noon / With the songs of yesterday’s evening dancing around in my room / And this indecision just killing me. / I got to hop in the van and start driving soon, I can barely think. // Chorus.


Hey Jovan

Hey Jovan, where’d you get that orange dress you got on? (repeat) / How’d you ever make it all the way to twenty-seven still alone? // Lord, she moves just right. She sends the shadows dancing with the fading light. (repeat) / She’s a dangerous woman, and she knows it. A man had better keep his wits close and his eyes shut tight. // Dead and gone, was the memory of every woman I had known. (repeat) / But they all came flooding back home to greet me at the handling of my heart by Ms. Jovan. // I didn’t mean to stay alone that long, or maybe I did, but, no, it didn’t feel wrong at the time. / Now the thunders rumbling in the sky, I’m seeking shelter as I play in the rain awhile. // She’s so lovely sweet, the only kind of woman almost give you peace. / So lovely sweet! She’s quite a woman, almost makes you feel at ease. / But there’s a long, hard stretch of highway, freezing over from the lack of traveling feet. // Hey Jovan, where’d you get that orange dress you got on? (repeat) / How’d you ever make it all the way to twenty-seven still alone?


Little Fishes

Well as the wise saying goes, well there’s a distance you know / Between the line and the pole, and when the fish they bite, / You know they bite really slow. / Well you may wait up all night, and you may wait your whole life / Beneath the starry moonlight with your heart in the mud, / And your eyes sewed shut tight. // And just as Dick chases Jane up down small county lane, / Driving Janey insane, well you can hear Daddy scream / Much to poor Dicky’s poor shame. / But due to pure innocence and naïve common sense / He’s gonna get him that kiss and there ain’t no way round that / Not even Janey’s parents. // Chorus -> And as the pitch gets higher, everybody feelin’ finer / Little girlies start dancin’ a little closer round the fire. / As the booze start flowing, everybody goes to hoping / Giving sly grins and knowing, little fishes be growing, but for who? // And like a big city bum, under hot July sun, whose pride’s got nowhere to run / You just sit palms up waiting for your next one. / And with the dirt on your face, your beauty shows not a trace, and you accept your disgrace. / With a bitter heart turned old toward the whole human race. // And though the glass looks half empty, you keep drinking up quickly / Your soul grows haggard and sickly, with no cure for the cycle / That keeps you chained up yet free. / But when you see all those others, you just have to discover / The seeming truth they’ve uncovered with a temporary fix in the arms of your lover. // Chorus // And as the old man will tell, there is no escape from this hell, / No way of breaking that spell, it’s a walk in the dark ‘til you fall down the well. / But that’s the price that gets paid, when putting all faith in today / And walking on paths that are paved, with no roots in the Truth / Our passions carry us away! // Chorus.


The Yank

He came from the North, but he talked of the South, / With a ragged old pipe, God’s gift in his mouth. / And he never did complain about the choices he made, / He just looked to the world with the same disdain, / And every time on the farm, when things got slow, / With a rifle and a knife to the field he’d go. // And the sky was clear, and the moon was high, / When his blade caught the beam of the cold dark night. / And every step he took was as silent, soft /As the chill black air o’er the fields he crossed, / And it was no good luck, that the poor town drunk, / Chose the old man’s field to go wandering drunk in. // It had a dizzying effect, trying to trace the steps / Of the young man’s walk through the old man’s patch. / But the one sure thing, that was clearly seen, / Was the cotton marred by the crimson stain, / And when the law showed up, with their guns untucked / It was the old man’s son that lay bloodied and dead there. // Then a cry went up all across that land, / That the Yank took his son with his own two hands, / And the men dug deep, found what courage they had, / Guts and grit whimpered slowly towards the old man’s house, / And the old dirt road told the story so / There’d be no doubt ‘bout who they’d find holed up there. // Life leads death on the tic of the clock, and we’re all too alive to see what our choices have bought, / And at the end of the road, there’s no pot of gold, just truths untold. Just truths, untold. // The men drew near; the house was dark. / The Law drew a circle round the old man’s farm. / A light flashed bright; a shot rang out. / The Yank stumbled, reeling down his front porch steps, / And the gun that smoked clutched the dying hand / Of a tortured soul who’d done its own self in.


Waiting

Sitting in Edinburgh waiting for you, and I’ve been here so long what more can I do but wait longer? / I’ve searched the old city, I’ve searched the new. Climbed castle wall just to gaze upon blue, felt your song there. / But time wouldn’t hurry, Lord, I’d have to wait, revolutions of seasons, unfurlings of fate, / I grow stronger/ Just waiting on you. // Through the cathedrals of Paris and Rome, sculpture in sorrow, man against stone. / Swept like a paintbrush, violets explode. They bleed into water and sink far below. / A mother embraces, resemblance resounds. The world pushes back, rejecting the Word / that you gave them / They’re still waiting on you. // Chorus -> Heaven knows that I’ve been all around this world / But romance grows cold, and my freest thought can’t break the chill. / Bought and sold along the same lies that I tell / You’re always here. Will this heart of stone ever yield? // Like a whispering prophet, a sophist, it seems, / A poser of questions with no Truth to claim / I’ve travelled the highways and slept in the streets. / I’ve wished upon stars and sang to the trees. / I’ve walked in dark places and savored the smell of morals decaying, / Oh where are you now? / I’m still waiting, still waiting on you. // Chorus.

The Way

A voice in the desert calling, “Prepare the way.” Wild honey and locusts was all that he ate. / Around the Jordan, the kingdom was preached, but the teachers all thought he was crazy. / “You brood of vipers, who warned you to flee? The ax is already at the root of the trees. / One is soon coming who is greater than me, whose sandals I’m not worthy to untie.” // The twelve year old child sat amongst the old men, listening intently, posing questions to them. / In the courts of the temple for three days he amazed, with his wisdom and his great learning, / When his mother came anxiously searching. / “Why would you worry, dear, why would you search? Didn’t you know I had to be in my Father’s house, / But he left the old men in those temple courts, and his mother treasured these things in her heart. // Tested and tried, through the desert he went, led by the Spirit forty days without bread, / But he was not alone, for the prince of this world was persistently there to entice him, saying, / “Come turn these stones to bread, come kneel before me and the world will be yours, / Throw yourself from this temple, embrace who You are!” / “Away from me, Satan, I know your plan. The bread that sustains me, you spit from your mouth, / And I serve one Lord, and my faith needs no test,” and the devil fled from his side. // With love and compassion he traveled the land, rejecting the doctrines and traditions of men. / Revealing God’s heart and fulfilling His plan, but the world did not understand him. / No they clung to the Law that condemned them, and they took him and beat him and hung him up on a tree. / “Don’t grieve for me, I’m going home. I tell you the truth, it’s good for you that I go, / ‘Cause I’m sending the Spirit when I take up my throne,” for he knew that Death could not hold him. // I’ve heard you calling, calling my name. O’er the great waters, down south through the plains, / Cross emerald green meadows, your voice reached my ears, wet with the dew of morning, singing, / “Come home my boy, come home my son. This world that you’re living in, it ain’t your home. / And I know you’re tired and I’ve seen your pain, rest easy in the freedom you’ve gained.”

Catfish Whiskey's "Blood & Bones" - 2008

King Solomon Blues

Chorus -> Tell me where, oh where, did your wisdom go. / Tell me where, oh where, did your wisdom go. / King Solomon loved his foreign women more than he loved his throne. // Back in the days of old King Saul, the first king of Israel that ever did walk, / The prophet brings forth new chosen blood; David plays harp and the demons run. / Battle for your brain as the fear sets in; the Lord has left you cold, the favors on the kid. / Never gonna kill him, never see a son anointed of the Spirit sitting on the throne. // David waking restless strolls the castle wall, looks to find Bathsheba bathing down below. / Knows he has to have her so he sends the word. Conception stirs lusts kettle and he’s not done, no. / Murder and adultery at the day’s dark end, and the Lord will take the child carried of this sin. / But redemption through repentance marks the righteous man, and a king’s conceived in mourning / Pass the weakness down. // Chorus // King David is a man after God’s own heart, but it surely doesn’t mean he never tasted dirt, / So before he went the way of all the earth, he crowned his son king and charged him with these words: “Solomon be strong, observe what the Lord requires; walk in all His ways until your life expires. / For if you love the Lord with all your heart and soul, we’ll never fail to have our bloodline sitting on the throne.” // King Solomon was visited by the Lord, our God. Speaking in a dream the Lord asked, “What do you want?” / Humble in his youth before our mighty God, the king asked from our Lord a wise, discerning heart. / Pleased with this request, you know, He made it so, and Solomon governed with a wisdom unknown. / And when he awoke from this blessed dream, he worshipped at the ark, and he gave a feast. // Chorus // Solomon ruled Israel for forty years, and rumors of his greatness spread far and near. / He even built the temple for the Lord’s great name, but somewhere in his walk it seems he lost his way. / He failed to take to heart Deuteronomy, where Moses gives the kings warning in chapter seventeen. / But it wasn’t all the silver, Egyptian horses or gold, it was all those foreign women with their foreign gods / That Solomon followed when his hair turned grey, so save for two tribes God tore his kingdom away. // Chorus.


The Haight

Slingshot from a dream, screaming help me to my keys / Did the carnival of dreams just take the long way home? / To the belly of the beast, where the politicians feed / And the leeches come in droves trying to get their own. / Have a look around. Seen the faces in this town? / The woman with a pen screams, “Mercy? Ho!” / Can’t believe my eyes, in this golden paradise, / We’ve been hassled by the Man, to the Haight we go! // A fellow traveler on the road, on your back a heavy load, / Take a seat inside the beast and let’s enjoy your smoke. / Be a friend of mine, with your wisdom and your smile, / May the Devil nor the Man ever find your home. / Time begins to slow, comes unraveled through the smoke, / Sun lets out a shout, might warm your soul. / Start to loose my mind, and I know I shouldn’t drive, / With a guitar and a bum I dog the pony show. // Chorus -> Take me there! The pull gonna carry me home./ Singing, “I don’t care where the day might go.” / Gotta take our time, lay our burdens down low, / Cause in this life, there’s things you can’t control. // No it wasn’t long ago that the kool-aid learned to glow, / And the children of the past set their lofty goals. / Feel their spirits on the streets, from the hippies to the beats. / Did their voices change the course or simply slow the flow? / Here we find ourselves again, revolutionary men, / Let the spirit of the music come and save our souls. / Times we’re living in are growing dark and growing grim, / But we can contemplate the end over a parting bowl. // Chorus.


In the Streets

Some were going to party, some were going to Hell, / Some were going to train to stop the last ringing of that bell. / And there was blood on the window, where the words of Dylan fell. / But I won’t lay down and die here, no, I just dig deeper in the wishing well. // Bums were calling for money, sinners calling for saints, / While the hellfire and brimstone rained down upon their face. // And who’d ever try to see it, who’d ever try to feel their pain? // Just another man of circumstance, tossing dice down the shooter’s lane. // Chorus -> As each one gathers around the table, gotta’ clutch your hand so no one can see. / And convince themselves that they’re good and able, / Just to pay the bills, that’s all they need. // Your mothers calling for reason, your father’s voice grows cold / And echoes down the hallway where a braver man once stood. / And innocence is folly, but innocence is what you need. / Just bury your head beneath the dead, of those cold bodies out in the street. // A scarlet sun has risen, Apollo whips his steed / And makes another rotation around the greedy taking tree, / And you can see he’s tired, Lord, you can almost feel the pain he breathes. / But who could really blame him, nothing to watch but this killing out in the streets. // Chorus // Chorus // Another empire crumbles; it seems the past don’t teach. / A monkey suited lust parade on the graves of those who’d preach. But getting by is still getting by, and things aren’t that bad you lie through your teeth. / What more does one man have to do, Lord, just to catch a little peace?


New Guinea
Harold English

We’re somewhere in New Guinea / Just where is a secret you know / The warning, lights out, just sounded So to bed we all must go. // We’re somewhere in New Guinea / The stars are twinkling bright / Guards are carefully watching / For any prowlers at night. // We’re somewhere in New Guinea / With rifle laying close by / While overhead constantly roaring / Are U.S. planes in the sky. // We’re somewhere in New Guinea Thoughts running through our mind, / Two main ones being: get the Japs / Then the girl we left behind. // We’re somewhere in New Guinea / Now have patience don’t get sore, / We’ll tell you all about it, / When we’ve settled on the score.


I’ll Only Love You

The wiser woman stalked bare through the sands of Mexico. / Sweet Irish Gypsy lady, bare feet and bones. /And as the moon shone down, her eyes reflect the perfect glow, / And all the walls fall down around her pedestal. / But then she said, “I’ll only love you when you’re close.” / I fight like hell to shake you, but you won’t let me go. // One salty momma once took three times to know. / This time an Irish-Ruskie from Chicago, Illinois. / Philosophize and beat your thighs, embrace the will to gold. / She placed my hand upon her breast said, “Boy, I’m already sold,” / “And I’ll only love you when you’re drunk.” / If I was looking for more, babe, I’d surely pass you up. // Then the greedy uncle asked for all good daughters and sons. / He earned their love and trust then filled their hands with guns. / He then shipped them off to foreign parts, said you go make us proud. / Then the mother’s wails went up the nation round. / And then the Man said, “We’ll only love you when you fall.” / No hero dies in vain here, we etch another name on the wall. // And as the bombs crashed down upon the ground the earth let out a moan. / When will these leeches learn they only got one home? / But the lust for more is strong in human bones. / So in one single voice they struck a defiant tone, / Singing, “We’ll only love you when you’re gone,” / “Long as you got something to give there, you better pass it on.” // Then the time ran out on those proud folks down below / And a mighty hand reached down to take control. / “You’ve ruined the earth, you’ve ruined your immortal souls,” / “What have you to say those made of flesh and bones?” / And the people cried out, “We’ll only love you when we Know.” / But the voice returned, “It’s only Faith that’ll see you through.” // And then the people shouted, “We’ll only love you when you’re stoned.” / Long as you been playing our song there, you better dance along.


Meet Me on the Road

The sun dips low under Indiana, and paints a pink haze on the clouds. / The cornfields stretch back to the woods here, and the songbird makes her evening rounds. / And it was over a week ago in Texas, that I held you in my arms, / And now I’m left wondering what lie between us. / Is it just a bunch of country or does heaven really have a heart? (repeat) // The lightening bugs dance across this still air, and the cats just stepping across the lawn. / And neither one of them would ever question, if they brought the dark with something they done wrong, / But still I’m forced to sit right here and wonder, if I did all I could to make you mine. / But you know there ain’t nothing I should have to prove girl, you know I / Breathe the Truth and I’ll whisper to you all the time. (repeat) // Chorus -> It’s so hard to walk alone, for ever since man was here there was a woman in his bones. / Passions burning, learning, working here on my own, and though I fight to try and quiet it down, / My heart lets out a groan. Won’t you meet me on the road? Oh, it’s so hard to walk alone. // The miles stretch out in the distance, before behind and it’s all the same. / And I could get just a little restless, if I started chasing round your name. / So I set my eyes dead on the horizon, and I push out all the sweet things you said. / Just then the sky lights up with lightening, / You know I feel the thunder, but the rumble echoes in my head. (repeat) // Then the rain starts pouring down like silk sheets, and the sky turns grey to match my heart. / It’s been so long since I been affected, I fear I’ve thrown the mule before the cart. / Cause I been working hard to walk a straight line, and keep all focus on the One. / When in walks this dark haired girl from Texas, / She got me sweating Scripture like a blind man searching for the sun. (repeat) // Chorus // It’s Sunday night and I take my boots off, my dogs start barking at the moon. / A day of rest at home just feels good, but the road can’t rescue me too soon. / Another bright night down South in Fort Worth, and I think back on what you said. / When we left you spoke just a few words, Be a good boy baby and I’ll meet you on the road / Again, be a good girl, Momma, and I’ll meet you on the road again. // Chorus. Chorus.


Whiskey Bones

I came home early this morning, your eyes were red and full of rage. / You said, “Hey, boy, where you been a’foolin’?” / I said, “You best turn your eyes, baby, look away. Better look away.” // Cause I been out on the big city, just raising Hell and chasing lust. / And you know if I came home before morning, / These restless whiskey bones would turn to dust. They’d turn to dust. // Chorus -> Demons dancing, demons prancing around. Sit here, son, and I’ll buy your next round. / Spite my soul, I can give it a go. I got nothing but questions with no answers to show. / Take a hit, it’ll take effect quick, and I can go on living, though my mind is still so sick. / Oh Lord it’s still so sick! // So don’t take it personally, baby, if my utmost affections I don’t show. / Cause there’s a lot of pain and misbelieving going on beneath these tattered clothes. / Beneath these tattered clothes. // So though I can see the goodness in your nature, and all the beauty in your way, / I still fear the faith I need to love you, and all the letting go that must take place. / Ah that must take place.// Chorus // If there’s one thing I learned from my time with you girl, well I can run, but I can’t escape / From those watchful eyes that keep a look out, even from that sleep that knows no wake. / It knows no wake. // Well I had me a dream just the other evening. You were dressed in white, so crystal clear, / And as I watched the dark roll across my ceiling, I watched you fade to black and then disappear. / Then disappear. // Chorus.

A Lullaby for the Wicked
Michael Maftean

This lullaby is for the wicked, / Hum with me its melody. Tortured souls cry for forgiveness, / Leave your sins and sing with me. // Troubled soul afflicted and lost. / Strengths adrift among the dead. / Incline your ear to my cry, God. / Your wrath lies heavy on my head. // Cause now I’m sitting in darkness, / Let down but not alone. / I’ve left her with her demons, / And now there’s dancing on our bones. // Let the rain fall down God, Wash away this filth that lies. / Deceit, discover, then confession, / Is all that’s left of my life. // I’m ready to die from my youth, Lord. / You’ve laid me in the lowest pit. / Loved ones been taken from me, / Troubles never cease to quit. // I will walk in your Truth, Lord. / Unite my heart to hear your Name. / Pull me from these depths, Lord, / Awaken me and leave no shame. // Got your picture in my Bible, / Hoping the words sink in. / Covered your face with flowers, / Praying they’ll keep away sin. // This lullaby is for the wicked, Hum with me its melody. / Tortured souls cry for forgiveness, / Leave your sins and sing with me.


Feeling Used Up

I’m feeling used up, I’m feeling used up through and through. / I’m feeling used up, this melancholy done got me blue. / Don’t bother me with questions. Ain’t you got some better things to do? // I’m feeling used up, I’ve grown a cold, cool, icy heart. / I’m feeling used up, ain’t no defrost cure the chill I got. / So don’t you try and warm me, or you just might get yourself shot. // I’m feeling used up, I’ve lost all sense of self-control. / I’m feeling used up, these vices stole my tortured soul. / You gonna ask me to waste some time now, baby, better pour a drink and pass the hooter roll. // I’m feeling used up, burning through the women as they go. / I’m feeling used up, with no faith in love, no one to hold. / You can save those sweet words for someone else, girl, I ain’t got no use for you. // I’m feeling used up, I’m feeling used up through and through. / I’m feeling used up, this melancholy done got me blue. / Don’t bother me with questions. Ain’t you got some better things to do? // I’m feeling used up, even the devil’s gonna let me be. / I’m feeling used up, like some forgotten Son on some forgotten tree. / I won’t promise salvation, if you don’t try sell none to me.


Other Side of Town

Chorus 1 -> Will you still be here for me, when the end goes down? (2x) / Seems I lost my good religion on the other side of town. / But the way things are looking, it might be too late for that now. // Ever since I was a young boy scamping / Down the dirt turn roads of Levelland, TX, / I knew there were things going on that were greater than me. / And I was brought up on the good book’s teaching, / But I never fully bought what the Sunday school was preaching, / Though my faith in something greater grew stronger each and every day. // Chorus 2 -> But like a seed on rocky ground, my roots often find no ground in me. / And like a house upon the sand, these storms they won’t let me be. / So I ask you now, in my weakness and doubt, // Chorus 1 // Well I left home at the coming of age, and I put a lot of things into my brain / And the smoke and the whiskey and the women became my life. / And I was taught Nietzsche’s greatest weight, and the cave of Plato stopped me in my place, / And I wondered to myself if I’d ever step into the light. / I learned the Buddha preached that suffering, is the way of life, / And that’s the way it seems, could the path of the middle way truly be my guide? / No. Though the road to nothingness has got a pretty face and a thirst to quench, / You know I never could silent the voices in the back of my mind. // Chorus 2 // Chorus 1 // So down the barrel of a gun I stare, as the darkness of my choices lay me naked and bare, / Upon the cold cool rock of the Truth that I can’t deny. / And though I don’t have all the answers yet, I got enough here to keep from destroying myself. / And I thank you as I fear you and in trembling offer up this prayer. //Will you still be here for me, when the end goes down? (2x) / I’ve come to claim my good religion, I left lying other side of town. / And Lord I’ve learned it’s never too late, long as your breathing up above the ground, / Yeah, I learned it’s never too late long as you’re breathing this side of the ground.


The Cooking Pot

These times that we’re living in ain’t that strange. / They haven’t come without warning, they won’t end without pain. / All nations like Israel, turn their backs and their bodies they sell. / And the Lords says, (“Put on the cooking pot, put it on!”) 2x // And pour water into it, and choice pieces of meat. / Fill it with the best of these bones and pile the wood on beneath. / We’ll bring the soup to a boil and cook, meat and bones for it’s He we forsook, / He who cries, (“Put on the cooking pot, put it on!”) 2x // Woe to the city of bloodshed you murderous thieves! / Can’t you hear in the darkness the Light that now speaks? / This sickness that lead unto death, has a cure but you fail to repent, / So the Lord cries, (“Put on the cooking pot, put it on!”) 2x // From the pot thick with scum I cast you out piece by piece. / All the blood on bare rock testifies of your prideful deeds. / As you kill in the light of day, so you too shall now be repaid. / Yes the Lord says, (“Put on the cooking pot, put it on!”) 2x // So heap on the wood and kindle the fire. / Cook the meat well and let the bones be charred. / Then set empty the pot on the coals, let it heat til the copper red glows. / Oh the Lord says, (“Put on the cooking pot, put it on!”) 2x.


Back in the Boat

I said, “Hey there Momma why do you smile?” (repeat) / She said, “I’m eaten up with the Truth you know, / And I can’t let it go and I won’t ever be the same.” / I said, “Hey there Momma why do you smile?” (repeat) / She said, “I got the Holy Spirit coursing through my veins, / And I can’t look back at the world unchanged.” / I said, “Hey there Momma why do you smile?” (repeat) / She said, “I got three reasons, well they’re three in one, / And I laugh for joy with the Father, Ghost, and Son.” // Chorus -> Well I’ve been calling out your name Lord, I been searching for the Son. / I been wrestling with demons, ‘til I almost come undone. / And I stepped out onto water, just to start sinking like a stone. / But each time you were there to reach your hand down, and pull me back in the boat. // I said, “Hey there Momma why do you sing?” (repeat) / She said, “I couldn’t be bothered trying to hold it in, / The song blows right through me and it carries on the wind.” / I said, “Hey there Momma why do you sing?” (repeat) / She said, “You wouldn’t ask why the morning brings, the songs of birds, / You just whistle in harmony.” / I said, “Hey there Momma why do you sing?” (repeat) / She said, “I couldn’t keep quiet and even if I did, / The very stones would holler bout the things he said!” // Chorus // I said, “Hey there Momma why do you dance?” (repeat) / She said, “I hadn’t stopped groovin’ ever since I heard, / The good news found in that Eternal Word.” / I said, “Hey there Momma why do you dance?” (repeat) / She said, “I can’t stop moving to the righteous beat / Of the war drum beating for our coming King.” / I said, “Hey there Momma why do you dance?” (repeat) / She said, “I dance for joy that the darkness can’t / Snuff the Light that the heavens sent to man!” // Chorus.