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The Worth of Water
by Aliza Hava
Copyright 2006


Everyone said, "It ain’t gonna be easy"
But I had to try anyway
Living is hard when the day's growing long
And I'm only a slave to the gray

My pockets are empty
My mouth is running dry
The truth is in the salt of the tears I cry
Even though you don't know my name,
Deep down we're the same

There are times when I don't want to look life in the eye
I'd rather sing myself a sweet lullaby
I want to build an ocean with all the tears we cry
We won't know the worth of water
Until the well runs dry

I've watched from behind the scenes
I've waited too damn long to live out my dreams
Does it really matter now that everything has changed?
I'm looking for an answer
Someone to explain

There are times when I don't want to look life in the eye
I'd rather sing myself a sweet lullaby
I want to build an ocean with all the tears we cry
We won't know the worth of water
Until the well runs dry

Though we see what we want to see
It's not always reality
We see what we want to see
But it's not always reality

The Worth of Water……



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Rest
Andrea LaFazia-Cipolla
(c) 2004

This is me
These are my wishes
These are my wings
I will fly away to you

Don’t look there
Don’t mean much
Those little numbers
They've got nothing on you (nothin’ on you)

They thought it was a countdown
115 down to none
But you left long before then
Why hang around that room

I was sitting in a corner
Coloring in my love
Counting down goodbyes
Heart beat by heart beat

Everything is behind us now
There’s nothing left – only this
I’ll remember your courage and wisdom
And leave behind the rest
Mamma, mamma, you need your rest
Now rest

Could you hear me talking
“It’s just you and me” I said
“I will take good care, I will take you home”
You’d have been so proud
How we held each other up
You taught us all so well
How to love, and yes we loved

So much to say
Much too late
I guess that’s how
That’s how these things go
I’d say “I’m sorry”
I’d say “it’s ok”
I’d say “I love you”
I would say

Everything is much smaller now
There’s nothing left
Only this
I’ll remember your love upon love upon love
And leave behind the rest
Mamma, mamma, you need to rest
Now rest

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Tell auntie that I say “hi”
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Tell Grammy I miss her
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
I’ll meet you later
I’ll meet you – later
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Goodbye

This is me
These are my wishes
These are my wings
I will fly away to you
I’ll fly to you




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WILL YOU GIVE ME TIME?
Laura Sandage
c. 2003


VERSE 1
Saw the doctor today
Got the worst kind of news
The shock of it knocked me
Right down on my knees
Now I'm asking you, Lord
Put yourself in my shoes
I've got three kids to raise
And I'm begging you please

CHORUS 1
Will you give me time
To wash all their faces
To kiss them goodnight
And make my amends?
Will you give me time
To learn what your grace is
To set my heart right
Before this life ends?

VERSE 2
Now it's been one year
And I'm thanking you daily
As I watch little Brandon
Learn how to read
It hasn't been easy
Especially for Hailey
She's changing so fast, Lord
There's something I need

CHORUS 2
Will you give me time
To kiss their sweet faces
To watch them grow tall
And play with their friends?
Will you give me time
To learn what your grace is
Find a love for it all
Before this life ends?

VERSE 3
These past ten years
Have been such a blessing
My hands have been your hands
That soothe and uplift
Was this all in your plan, Lord?
Well, I'm only guessing
But I 've learned with my children
Each day is a gift

CHORUS 3
So thanks for the time
To share their embraces
To cheer them along
Through life's bumps and bends
Yes, you gave me time
To learn what your grace is
And to sing one more song
Before this life ends



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Mortals Make Magic
Lyrics By: Christine Marie Berkowitz
Copyright 1994

Verse 1
So long ago
Before the measure of time
A secret was known to all mankind
That secret was lost
For thousands of years
But now is time for the
Secret to be revealed

Chorus
Mortals Make Magic

Verse 2
If you only believe
Beyond your wildest dreams
What was impossible
Now can be achieved
It’s all inside
The secret’s been revealed
Never again do we have to hide

Chorus
Mortals Make Magic

2nd verse repeat

Chorus
Mortals Make Magic



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The Other Side
Elmer Baker & L.V. Dabbs
(C) 2004

VERSE ONE
There is a place...
On the other side...
Where tears won't fall...
And dreams abide...
Where Angels sing...
Their hearts away...
And bells ring in...
A brand new day..

VERSE TWO
And in this place...
On the other side...
Our loved ones meet...
The crucified...
If there's a tear drop...
You can not hide...
Just walk with jesus..
To the other side...

CHORUS
Just walk with Jesus...
To the other side...
And place your trust...
In the crucified...
Don't let your burdens...
And dreams collide...
Just walk with Jesus...
To the other side...

VERSE THREE
There is no pain...
And no feeling blue...
No one to blame...
And no one so true...
Covered by blood...
Of the crucified...
Just walk with Jesus...
To the other side...

VERSE FOUR
Someday, somewhere...
We'll take the ride...
And end up there...
On the other side...
Where Angels sing...
Their hearts away...
And bells ring in...
A brand new day...

REPEAT CHORUS
Just walk with Jesus...
To the other side...
And place your trust...
In the crucified...
Don't let your burdens...
And dreams collide...
Just walk with Jesus...
To the other side...

ENDING
Just walk with Jesus...
To the other side.



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THE ETHER
Gail Silverman
© 2006

I’m a real girl with a real need
Trying to connect with my inner self
Find my so called divinity
I do my mantra and my poses all day long but they don’t seem to do the trick
And I keep lookin for my state of bliss, but I just can’t seem to find it

So I went to see my spiritual guru the other day
He said hey how’s it going?
I wasn’t sure what to say
In the context of the world, I guess I’m fine, I’m not starving or in need of shelter
And now they say there’s nothing wrong, & if I get out of my head I’ll know where I belong

CHORUS
But if it’s so perfect in the ether, why am I here
And if it’s so perfect in the ether, why aren’t I aware
And if it’s so perfect in the ether, why didn’t I just stay
If it’s so perfect, why am I here, why am here, why am I here

Now they say give alcohol, give up caffeine
Don’t eat meat, don’t have sex
And you’ll finally see what it all means
So I went far far away to try and figure it all out
But I’m an earthly being and I like it here I like it here there’s no doubt

CHORUS
If it’s so perfect in the ether, why am I here
And if it’s so perfect in the ether, why aren’t I aware
And if it’s so perfect in the ether, why didn’t I just stay
If it’s so perfect, why am I here, why am here, why am I here

Eck Ong Kar, Sa Ta, Na, Ma, Harey Har Har, Sa Ra Sa Sa, Ra Ma, Da Sa
Don’t you want to be liberated, don’t you want to radiate
Don’t you want to be divine then everything will be just fine…but what if its not fine?

CHORUS
If it’s so perfect in the ether, why am I here
And if it’s so perfect in the ether, why aren’t I aware
And if it’s so perfect in the ether, why didn’t I just stay
If it’s so perfect, why am I here, why am here, why am I here etc.




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When You Remember Me
Renee Safier

I thought I'd write a note to say goodbye
I know I will be gone from here in a little while
I see you sleeping in your chair
You rarely ever moved from there
Because you knew that's how I wanted it to be

I'll miss watching us unfold
And turning gray and growing old
And all that I will never see
So I'll live there in the treasure of your smile
When you remember me

You brush my cheek and your hopes start to rise
Your tender words betrayed by the sadness in your eyes
You held up your weary head
As you slipped into my bed
Because you knew that's how I wanted it to be

CHORUS

I remember little gifts
And fixing up the rifts
That formed the patchwork of our lives
I feel your breath upon my lips
The whisper of your fingertips
As I hold you close to me

CHORUS




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The War Song
Vicki Noreen Grover
c. 2005

There’s a young man,
wanting to go home.
But the soldier says
we’ve got work to do.

And so the man he stays,
fighting invisible ghosts.
While his mother weeps,
the suffering has no end.

There’s a young boy,
wanting to go home.
But his nation says
we’ll make a fighter out of you.

And so the boy he stays,
his dreams of play on hold.
Replaced by visions of
the gun in his small hands.

Young boy and man,
each with dreams of their own.
Meet face to face that night
unsure of what to do.

They know they’re enemies,
or so they’ve been told.
And so two guns raise up,
shots fire through the air.

Lifeless bodies,
young and old.
Shed their blood
for money stained hands.

Politicians lie.
Innocents die.
How can they look away.
How can we look away.



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DOWN WITH XMAS
Lyrics: Harry Kopy
© Simonopy 2003

Getting too commercialized, stupid gifts like sox and ties
Putting on all kinds of weight, eating nuts and fruit cake
Smiling at the relatives, smacking all their bratty kids
Dealing with obnoxious clerks, while pushy shoppers act like jerks

Cooking, cleaning, wrapping gifts, feels like I work a second shift
The pressure mounts on what to buy, expensive things, I want to cry
Department store’s Santa Claus, Ho-ho-hoing my lost cause
They put their Displays out too soon, seems like Christmas starts in June

They move their carts all through the aisles
The prissy girl says “that’s not my style”
The tried on rejects lay on the floor
With an armload of gifts she checks out of the store…

Depression now starts setting in, give me that gift wrapped bottle of gin
The streets become roads of rage, put those drivers in a cage
Outside my neighbor’s blinking lights, blinding me with elves in tights
Can’t wait to get them up they say, then they don’t take them down till May
Who am I to protest you, and criticize the things you do
Well I point out all these flaws, because my name is Santa Claus



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"Scorpion"
John Storms-Rohm
copyright 2006

Scorpion in my brain,
you are not my friend,
but I took you in 'cause I was lonely.
Like a fisherman,
a hungry ghost at sea,
with fifty nets and all of them are empty.

(chorus)
Scorpion, Scorpion
sting in my heart
while you look me in the eye.
Scorpion, Scorpion
sting in my heart.
If you sting me again, I'll die.

I carved your name in stone,
but you blew the words away
like they were made of sand.
I was a hunter,
a fool on a horse
with a toy gun in a barren land.

Love is a vapor,
you can't hold it in your hand.
Love is like a vapor,
you can smell it, you can taste it,
but you can't hold it in your hand.

(chorus X2)

Scorpion in my brain,
you are not my friend,
but I took you in 'cause I was lonely.



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Nobody’s Fool
Amanda Graves
c. 2006 BMI

I'm the pain that cuts deep within
Becoming harder to ignore
I’m the whiskey in the bottle
Begging you to drink more
You're words might be different, but the lies are all the same
You’ll get what’s coming to you, cuz I’m not the one to blame

Chorus:
Ain't it funny to think I'd ever take you back
After all you've done, and all you lack
I’d have to be crazy, you broke all the rules
I may be a lot of things, but I’m nobody’s fool

I’m the ghost that haunts you
Tightening the chains of your soul
I’m the antidote to the poison
That put you in this hole
Your love was all fiction, I couldn't see through the haze
You’ll feel my wrath now, for all your yesterdays

Chorus:
Ain't it funny to think I'd ever take you back
After all you've done, and all you lack
I’d have to be crazy, you broke all the rules
I may be a lot of things, but I’m nobody’s fool

I'm the last nail in your coffin
Before they lay you down to rest
I'm your confessor, baby
You just failed the test
Your apologies can’t save you, save you now at any cost
Your battle is over now, the war you just lost

Chorus:
Ain't it funny to think I'd ever take you back
After all you've done, and all you lack
I’d have to be crazy, you broke all the rules
I may be a lot of things, but I’m nobody’s fool




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what's left of me
dann walsh
c. 2001

there's an old, padlocked pirate's chest sunken somewhere deep in the dark;
an "x" still marks the spot there on the map of my poor heart.
the terrain as i can barely recall with what little's left of my mind
is, oh, so badly broken up, but who knows what you'll now find!

if you open it up, i hope you find love.
if you open it up, i hope you find peace.
if you open it up, i hope you find... what's left of me.

that flag bearin' the skull an' crossbones all us renegades once flew
was hung t' ward off all kinda theives - an' the faintest of hearts, too.
but if you should somehow stumble upon that old ghost-ridden place,
you can drag that long-lost trunk out into the light of a brand new day.

go on, open it up, i hope you find love.
go on, open it up, i hope you find peace.
go on, open it up, i hope y' know what t' do with... what's left of me.

now in all my many travels, on the seas both high an' low,
i've seen a few o' the good ones come, but i've watched 'em, one by one, go.
and if i could ever find my way back t' that little uncharted isle
t' find you tearfully waiting... lonely, tremblin', an' wide-eyed...

oh, i'd open it up, you could help me find love.
yeah, i'd open it up, you could help me find peace.
i'd open it up, an' you could finally have... what's left of me...

if you still thought you'd have... what's left of me.



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Grandma Read the Bible (Grandpa Held the Snakes)
Mike Murray
c. 2006

Songs around the campfire
Hotdogs on a stick
Playing ball and fishin'
Swimming in the creek
That's not what I remember
It's what I wish had been
Thinkin' back on childhood
Sunday meetings in the tent
When I remember childhood
Sunday meetings in the tent

WHEN GRANDMA READ THE BIBLE
GRANDPA HELD THE SNAKES
SISTER WALKED ON BURNING COALS
AND DADDY PASSED THE PLATE
MAMA SHRIEKED IN A HOLY TONGUE
THAT NO ONE UNDERSTOOD
I HUNG BACK IN THE SHADOWS
BEGGIN' GOD TO MAKE ME GOOD

The people moaned and trembled
They sweat and rolled their eyes
Cryin' to the Savior
To cast out the Prince of Lies
But I never saw the angels come
When Hattie Devlin died
When I gave my testimony
My eyes and tongue were dry
When I gave my testimony
My eyes and tongue were dry

And I never dreamed of Jesus
The snakes, they made me scared
A sign, oh Lord, a sign for me
That I might know You're there
Staring up to Heaven
Seeing only clouds and air
Now I'm thinking back on Grandpa
Walking in the serpents' lair
Thinking back on Grandpa
Walking in the serpents' lair

CHORUS

Momma drowned one morning
Tryin' to walk across the lake
Daddy died of eating D-CON
Must have lost his faith
Sister rode a Harley
To the California sun
Ain't nobody left here
I guess I'm the only one
Who still remembers Grandpa
Back in 1951

CHORUS
AND I STILL REMEMBER GRANDPA
BEGGIN' GOD TO MAKE ME GOOD



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EYES (The Roman Soldier’s Wife)
by Nancy Krebs
©1998

I am a soldier’s wife sent from Rome.
My husband’s life has kept us far from our home.
He’s done these crucifixions before.
But as he often tells me “what’s one more?”

There must be something odd about this day.
So many people crowd along the way.
Their faces hold a multitude of fears.
Some look angry, others are in tears.

But in their eyes, just a glint of hatred
in their eyes; something cold and dead;
just a look of contempt and a sneer
for the one who is condemned, drawing near.

I see her as he struggles up the hill.
His face a mask of pain, it gives this woman a chill.
She longs to help him, but she’s not allowed.
My husband holds her back against the crowd.

But in her eyes, a wealth of deep emotion
in her eyes; a sweet and true devotion.
Just a look, so tender and so dear;
the condemned must be her son drawing near.

They throw him down, the nails are driven in.
Such agony, as they pierce his skin.
They hoist and pull the cross up into place.
Then and only then I truly see his face.

And in his eyes, not a hint of hatred
in his eyes; only something sacred;
forgiveness, and compassion all too clear
for those of us gathered here.

Yes, in his eyes, there is such a story
in his eyes; a glimpse of future glory.
Who is this man with love in place of fear?
Could he be who he says he is, dying here?
He looks at me and pain cannot disguise....
I see the Son of God.....in His eyes!



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Beautiful Angel
by Todd Mack, Cass-n-Marls Music (SESAC)

Beautiful angel all around smiling down on me
In a million years I’d never have guessed this is how it would be
I wish there was something I could’ve done just to keep you safe and sound
This ain’t how it’s supposed to be, what I’d give to turn it around

Not a day goes by I don’t think of you and wish that you were here
Not a day goes by I don’t crack a smile, not a day I don’t shed a tear
I carry you with me deep in my heart everywhere I go
I’ll never forget you; don’t you forget it; I know that you already know

Baseball games, drinkin’ beer, Sundays in the park
Crackerjack philosophies on what is and isn’t art
Baking bread in that bread machine your mother sent to you
Your crazy shirts, that crazy bike, all those crazy things we’d do

Hangin’ out in the bar at night while the band played on and on
Singin’ and playin’ all night long, laughing at the dawn
These are the things I miss the most that I hold onto so tight
The simple things we took for granted when the end was nowhere in sight

No matter what they did to you, there are some things they can’t take away
Your pride and honor and dignity will live on long past today
And your great big heart and selflessness, your love still showers me
You always were a shining example of what a true friend should be

Now all the world knows your name, I admit that still feels strange
But I know good things can come from this and bring about a change
A symbol of truth, compassion, and fairness, your memory’s alive and well
You are a rock of strength, a ray of light, you are a beautiful angel



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Here For A Little While
C. Sonny B. Bell (ASCAP)

His eyes were burning, sittin’ in the chair
In the doctor’s office as he said a prayer
Dear God, please don’t let it be... again
He’d already had cancer before
He won that battle, but now it looked like war
He prayed

chorus:
I don’t want to leave this way
My son’s away at college
and my daughter’s
gettin’ married next May
Please don’t let it be my time
‘cause I can’t leave ‘em all behind
So Lord, if you don’t mind
can you just let me stay...
here for a little while

He wondered how he would tell his wife
After livin’ with her for half his life
He already knew how she’d react
The first time around was hard enough
This time it would hit her like a greyhound bus
He prayed
(repeat chorus)

bridge:
The doctor came back in and gave him the news
He cried because he didn’t know what else to do
Then he looked up to Heaven... and said

final chorus:
Father, I just want to say
I really do appreciate
The things you do
for me every day
And help me Lord to use this time
To leave a better world behind
And Lord, I wanna say
Thanks for lettin’ me stay...
here for a little while
I appreciate you lettin’ me stay...
here for a little while




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Play The Hero (Pat Tillman)
Greg Madden
copyright 2006

In the sixties we burned down peasant shacks
Thought we could carry freedom on our backs
All those years we never got it right
Sometimes you lose even if you win the fight
Now it's clear to most mistakes have been made
From Bush and Cheney comes an illegal raid
Now that was the talk these two brothers had
The philosopher and the marketing grad

911 was a call to action
Traded uniforms for armor and guns
Said at Khowst they would settle the score
But got sent off to fight the wrong war

From the newsroom of Fox TV
And the marketing of the NFC
They needed you larger than life
Someone to play the hero

Before bootcamp the million dollar man
Kissed his wife goodbye, waved to his fans
Walked away from the flashing lights
Said he had to do what he thought was right

From a road deep in Afghanistan
A man stands and shouts out a plan
Greeted with fire from brothers-in-arms
He falls to the ground ends a life that was charmed

With lies that the army made
Politicians made their case
They needed you larger than life
Someone to play the hero

The Coulters and Limbaughs, they made him sound quaint
They wrapped him in flags and called him a saint
Now the army lied 'bout the friendly fire
While the President preached to the choir

Your parents wait to hear how and why
Truth is buried under lies
Everyone needs you larger than life
Someone to play the hero



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sick at the heart
Noah Zacharin, Soffwin Music
(c)2005

sick at the heart
and I don't know what to do about it
ferris wheel got pretty lights
I got rusted quarters in my pocket
and she stands at my right hand
like cotton candy
sick at the heart

I can't look at the roses
I see them torn from the earth and bleeding
locust in the wheat field knows
from birth we are starved for bread and blessing
when the lights grow dim
we begin to learn our lesson
sick at the heart

nothing adds to one hundred
they should have used ray charles' piano for his casket
all the drunken masters
smear sienna ochre and umber on canvas
the jug is cracked
the light is jagged and refracted
sick at the heart

sick at the heart
I said it once it was so easy I say it once again now
bang the pipes at midnight
why won't the gods just let us sleep ah just keep the noise down
I write these words to cross them out
and forget 'em



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No Voices
Andrew Handrick
(c) 2006

Livin' outside the American dream
Keep your head down so you'll never be seen
Well it's a hard way, to find your riches

Sleepin' outside the American dream
Pushin' your cart down American streets
Well it's a long way, to a million choices
Yeah it's a long way, when there's no voices

So find your way, I hope you fly
Find your way, I hope you try...

Catchin' a ride on the American dream
From the inside, boy you'll never be seen
Cause there's a wrong way
And there's a right way.

Follow your heart to your very own dream
Make your own mark though it may never be seen
But it's a footstep and its a journey
It's a life time
So make it real...
Make it real..

So find your way, I hope you fly
Find your way, I hope you try..

Livin outside the American dream....



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TAKE OUR COUNTRY BACK AGAIN
JERRE R HASKEW, FIERYGIZZARD MUSIC, LLC.
(c.) 2006

FROM THE LAKES OF MINNESOTA
TO THE HOT WEST TEXAS PLAINS
FROM THE COAST OF CALIFORNIA
TO THE ROCKY SHORES OF MAINE
IT’S BLAZIN’ ‘CROSS THE INTERNET
STILL BLOWIN’ IN THE WIND
‘CAUSE WE’RE RISIN’ LIKE THE PHOENIX
TO TAKE OUR COUNTRY BACK AGAIN!

THEY’VE SHOWN ME IN MISSOURI
VOLUNTEERED IN TENNESSEE
‘N’ FROM THE MOUNTAINS OF NEW HAMPSHIRE
HEAR THEM SHOUT, “DON’T TREAD ON ME!”
LADY LIBERTY STILL LIGHTS THE WAY
HEAR THE MIGHTY CHORUS BEGIN
LET’S RISE UP LIKE THE PHOENIX
AND TAKE OUR COUNTRY BACK AGAIN!

INSTRUMENTAL TURNAROUND- 4 LINES

FROM THE BLUEGRASS OF KENTUCKY
TO BOSTON BY THE BAY
FROM THE COLORADO CANYONS
TO THE KEYSTONE OF PA
HEAR THE HEARTSONGS OF AMERICA
COME RUMBLIN ‘CROSS THE LAND
LET’S RISE UP LIKE THE PHOENIX
AND TAKE OUR COUNTRY BACK AGAIN!

FROM THE SIDEWALKS OF NEW YORK, NEW YORK
TO THE DAKOTAS YOU CAN SEE
MIGHTY MEN OF MT RUSHMORE SHOUT,
“THE TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE!”
LADY LIBERTY STILL LIGHTS THE WAY
HEAR THE MIGHTY CHORUS BEGIN
LET’S RISE UP LIKE THE PHOENIX
AND TAKE OUR COUNTRY BACK AGAIN!

DOUBLE INSTRUMENTAL- 8 LINES

FROM THE MOUNAINS TO THE PRAIRIES
FROM SEA TO SHINING SEA
THERE’S A MIGHTY CHORUS SINGING,
“MY COUNTRY TIS OF THEE!”
LADY LIBERTY STILL LIGHTS THE WAY
HEAR THE MIGHTY CHORUS BEGIN
LET’S RISE UP LIKE THE PHOENIX
AND TAKE OUR COUNTRY BACK AGAIN!

LET FREE MEN STAND TOGETHER
LET JUSTICE FALL LIKE RAIN
‘CAUSE WE’RE RISIN’ LIKE THE PHOENIX
TO TAKE OUR COUNTRY BACK AGAIN!
LET’S RISE UP LIKE THE PHOENIX…
AND TAKE OUR COUNTRY BACK AGAIN…BACK AGAIN!



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This is lyric #371

No Room For Caesars’
by Patrick Dodd

They had laid the breath of life
Upon the burning alter
But still they found the fruit bittersweet
But God looked down from heaven
And She cried are you surprised
When all you laid is blood here at my feet
You thought that you were able
To read me through your fable
So you killed across my garden in my name
And in your quest for liberty
You sent a billion souls to me
But tyrants I will always judge the same

And when the winds of Empire
Have blown you to the grave
Should I open up my arms to you
Are you worthy to be saved
My heavens filled with children
You killed along the way
I have no room for Caesars
This is judgment day

You mouthed your empty platitudes
And hid your bloody hands
While the garden I had given you
Turned to barren land
The innocent among you
You crushed beneath your heels
And you want me to love you
Though I swear you’re made of steel
Your kings and Caesars chased their greed
While my planet cried in need
And in your arrogance you told me
That you knew my plan
But I am just a mystery
You wrote out of your history
A matriarchal circle
You will never understand

And when the winds of Empire
Have blown you to the grave
Should I open up my arms to you
Are you worthy to be saved
My heavens filled with children
You killed along the way
I have no room for Caesars
This is judgment day

And when they bury Caesar
In his robes of silk and lace
He will stand in regal innocence
Demanding final grace
I’ll be in no mood to bargain
He had every chance you see
To break the chains that he must wear
Through all eternity

And when the winds of Empire
Have blown you to the grave
Should I open up my arms to you
Are you worthy to be saved
My heavens filled with children
You killed along the way
I have no room for Caesars
This is judgment day



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This is lyric #372

THE GLORY OF MY LIFE
by Salvatore Liggieri
c. 2006

(verse)

I was born of your love and blessed by your hand
A child of your grace to guide and command
In your truth I have found peace of mind
Through your word I have come to understand

(chorus)

Glory be to you O Lord
For you are THE GLORY OF MY LIFE
For you are THE GLORY OF MY LIFE

(verse)

Give me strength to accept the things I can’t change
The strength when I’m weak and tempted to stray
Give me faith to believe in myself
With your faith, when I’m lost, I’ll find my way

(chorus)

Glory be to you O Lord
For you are THE GLORY OF MY LIFE
For you are THE GLORY OF MY LIFE

(bridge)

Dear Lord forgive my sin
Comfort me in my sorrow
Hear my prayer for today
Give me hope for tomorrow

(lift)

Lord I praise the love you give to my heart
Lord I sing the joy you bring to my life
Lord I pray and rejoice in your splendor
Lord I live for the warmth of your embrace

(chorus)

Glory be to you O Lord
For you are THE GLORY OF MY LIFE
For you are THE GLORY OF MY LIFE



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This is lyric #373

Unemployment Line
by Laura Warfield
c.2006

Unemployment line I’m number nine and it’s movin’ mighty slow
But the folks behind say never there ain’t no place to go
I’m number eight, gee I hate to wait wish I could disappear
I do regret I’m deep in debt on another election year

Chorus
Spending my time on the Unemployment Line

I’m number seven, I say earth’s no heaven if we can’t all share the wealth
The rich get richer and the sick get sicker, what happened to that national health?
Now I’m number six and I’m in a fix I can’t even pay my rent
When the people with money in this land of honey make up a mighty 2%

Chorus

I got downsized says number five, a computer ate my job
Me and my whole division, gonna find some banks to rob
Says, it’s only a joke, wish he could smoke, mumbles as he chews his gum
Better get it together or we’ll never be first in the second millennium

Chorus

I’m number four getting’ near the door thinkin’ I don’t have a voice
I’m a flower child in a world gone wild I don’t even have a choice
We throw a token to AIDS in the purple haze of advanced technology
And live on the street with nothin’ to eat in a booming economy

Chorus

Now I’m third in line and it’s way past nine, gotta get down to the school
See my kid in a play called “Labor Day” all about the Golden Rule
And I’m number two don’t know what to do, guess I’ll have to go retrain
Get some other work from some other jerk who thinks I have half of a brain

Chorus

The time has passed and I’m here at last, thinking about my bills
All the ones I’ve paid, all the debts I’ve made, oh, all those worldly ills
Well they stamp my card n’ it’s sure getting’ hard, but I just hope and pray
They won’t compromise on our childrens’ lives this next Election Day

Chorus



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This is lyric #374

Trigger of a Gun
By Sonya Turner
copyright 2003


It takes one flick on the trigger of a gun to take someone else's life
and a life time of healing for the relatives that have been left behind.
Life is precious and yet you take someone else's life as if it was worthless
You've crossed the line you have committed the ultimate crime
You steal someone else's life away as naturally as sitting down to your evening meal.

Chorus

Heated arguments end with the sound of a shot gun blast
Drive by shooting's ends with another innocent life
Another child lies dying in his mother's arms
Clean the streets rid them of guns,
before another reckless person
takes another one of our sons

The darkness has overshadowed the light, what have you succumbed to?
Where in your mind do you find peace of mind when you commit such a crime?
What were you thinking and feeling, when you pulled the trigger of that gun?
Surrender yourself, there are only so many places you can run to and hide.
Lay your guns down, wash the blood from your hands and turn your life around.




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This is lyric #375

Frog Rodeo
By Bill Wood
© 1999

You’re walking down the street and it hits you like a nail
The posters are everywhere, you’ve seen it in the mail
Everyone’s a-jumpin, it’s here in a day or so
Put on your chaps and dust off your spurs for the Frog Rodeo

Pull yourself up a lilly pad and pour yourself a snort
The leopards are all betting that the cowfrogs come up short
The tadpole ropers are worried that their lariats’ unglued
When that dude fell off the African, the creepers laughed and booed

CHO We’re going to the Frog Rodeo
We’re going to the Frog Rodeo
We’re going to the Frog Rodeo
The Frog Rodeo

Well Big Freddy swaggered in, stinking of algae and gin
He’d played every pond across the state, no pool he hadn’t been
Even the catfish held their breath when Freddy tied his gee
The snappers hid beneath the logs and every fly did flee

He saddled up to a big bull and came out on the shore
Dripping slime and croakin rhyme, he rode that mean old boar
Up the hill they went out of sight, the blue gills all turned green
Freddy came back with one eye out, he’s the Green Mean Machine

CHO

The fiddlers started playing as the light of dusk turned brown
Fireflies lit up the shore of this crazy puddle town
So the next time you’re on your porch and all the flies start buzzing
Open your doors and clean your floors, the Frog Rodeo’s coming

CHO



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This is lyric #376

LOST AND FOUND
Bob Devine
(c) 2005

Beaten and abused
this child was used
scarred like an old tire worn
shorn from truth

Somewhere along the line
I lost a piece of my heart
given away in the dark
to the demons of my fear

hidden in the night
floundering through
with the means to survive
but never live

restless as a cool breeze blowing through my hair
I dare to open
and cast my lot with a new trend
It was a Godsend

The universe opened up and swallowed me whole
took me in
gave me reasons to believe

Like an angel's wings
I lifted to the touch of other things
voices in the night
casting light upon the shadows of my soul
trying to take the broken shell and make it whole

but there's fear
that faithful companion who seldom lets go
gripping you when no one else would
giving you something to feel when there was nothing to believe

I grieve
a lost soul tortured in the moonlight
surrounded by love
but all alone

afraid to let it in
afraid to let it go
standing in the middle
a quandary for my soul

pulled apart
ripping me
shorn like an old tire worn

And then it fills me
taking what is left from the tear and binding me

Casting shadows aside
no longer wanting to hide
reaching for the voices
speaking of the light
illuminating the night

You are a child of the One
You are loved
You are worthy
There is a universal family
to which we all belong.

Welcome.




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This is lyric #377

PEACE
by Paul H Schneider Jr, WithiN
Copywrite 2006

Mother, don’t you cry
Cause I am sleeping
Daddy, I say goodbye
And I hear you weeping

I can’t fight these demons
I just want to die
I heard you pray for peace
I can see the light

Brother, oh I miss you
But I know you’ll be alright
Sister, how can I tell you
You filled up my life

I cant fight these demons
Now I say goodbye
Daddy, you prayed for peace
I found peace tonight

I am coming home
I’m so glad I made it
Into your loving arms
Aren’t you glad I made it

Family, you’re my inspiration
But I have grown so tired
Oh God, I’m here please take me
And I fade into the light

I can't fight this sickness
It tears me up inside
I heard you pray for peace
Peace is mine tonight
Oh, I found peace



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This is lyric #378

The Power of Calling Your Name
Harriet Ames
© 2005

vs1
There are prayers that I cannot verbalize
So I pray them as tears from my eyes
And You show me in spite of my fears
Words never spoken reach Your ears
Mysteries__ I may ne__ver explain
In the power of Calling Your name.....

Chorus
Heart praying to heart
Thoughts finding their way
A light piercing the dark
Hands reaching for Grace
The gift___ of Your Love___
Hea__ling the pain
And it always begins
With the power of calling Your Name

vs2
All the lilies have fineries to wear
And the sparrows are all in Your care
And they've never a worry in their days
I should take a lesson from their ways
As I fall___ on my knees___at your feet
Long before I can ask, You know my needs

Heart praying to heart
Thoughts finding their way
A light piercing the dark
Hands reaching for Grace
The gift____ of Your Love____
Heal___ing the pain
And it always begins
With the power of calling Your Name

Bridge
My imperfections don't stand in Your way
For You've seen into my soul all the words I can't say

Heart praying to heart
Thoughts finding their way
A light piercing the dark
Hands reaching for Grace
The gift___ of Your Love___
Heal___ing the pain
And it always begins
With the power of calling Your Name

it always begins
with the power of calling Your Name



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This is lyric #379

No Time for the Blues
by Faith Gibson
© 2006

Phone is ringin’, day in and day out,
From the backyard, the kids always shout,
People always wantin’ something, got no time to lose.
That’s why I ain’t got no time for the blues.

Seems all my life, love just pass me by,
There’s times I’d like to lay right down and cry,
Then someone comes a-knockin’, the baby needs new shoes,
And most times, there’s just no time for the blues.

Some nights I spend just beaten by the sadness,
Don’t even have the strength to say a prayer,
But, I can’t climb down the dark staircase to anguish;
I’m too busy dealing with despair.

When I think the I’m at the end of the rope,
The moon appears like a herald of hope.
The ache that lives inside me I know I can’t refuse,
Yet, the beauty leaves me no time for the blues.




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This is lyric #380

“Patience”
by Hope Alane (BMI)
c. 1999

The tree outside your window is waiting
Red leaves dancing
Your voice, a treasure, tell me
Hot sun burns in the fall

In every season you show me
There’s such a thing as patience

Our tree tells stories of us
How every night we bloomed in color
Just out of sight of the world
Stayed up late and loved

In every season you show me
There’s such a thing as patience

I have learned that trees are patient
Turning leaves in every season: colors
In every season, this tree turns colors
I learn again and again about waiting



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This is lyric #381

The Most Amazing Song
Bryan Miller
(c) 2000

If I had something to say
I'd shout it from the mountain top, I'd scream it from an aeroplane
I'd climb up on the highest tower and bellow out through every hour
And I swear by god the world would change

If I only knew the words, I'd write the most amazing song
I'd sing it out into the air
The tune would stop all violence and all of us would feel less tense
And I'd become a millionaire

But here my mind is still
A crusty and forgotten mop, a static rock collecting green
A stagnant pond who's fish have died, a sleeping dog that never dies
And all the world just stays the same

But it's not up to me to change the way that others think< br> I don't want that job on my mind
I'll leave it to the new messiah to come and set the world on fire
I don't want to control other peoples' thoughts
I have enough trouble with mine

But I will keep on trying to write the most amazing song
I'll come up with the words you'll see
No government will come undone, no soldier even drop a gun
The bars will still be wrought with fights, your pants won't drop from sheer delight
I'm not trying to change the world, the only thing I'm tryin' to change is me




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This is lyric #382

Tip Top
by Jon Braman

Tip top of the world, talkin’ bout my girl/ I like to call her the captain, cause she’s wrapped in/ a shroud of mystery and I have not seen her yet/ but I bet before the mornin’ bird gets up on the horizon/ I’ll feel just like a pup again and say the word that flies in/ the big ole fat face of the rat race and place my self in danger crazy for a stranger…

And I’ll fall in love
Again and again and again and again
Then I rise above when I fall in love
Again and again and again and again and again
Then I call your bluff cause enough’s enough
and I fall in love
Again and again and again and again
Then I rise above when I fall in love….
again and again and again and again
then I call your bluff cause enough's enough and I'll fall in

I make my escape on the quiet side/ you’ll never know what you missed, while you’re driving away not thinking about that time we could have kissed/ but didn’t/ cause I was too timid/ or you balked/ at the shine upon my face or was it the way that I talked/ to ya, do ya remember the night we met?/ and the need for love was hanging from your lips just like a cigarette/ but I declined to light it/ and since you did not invite it/ what we might have been united just became another might have been/ you’ve got to play to win/ but in the shape I’m in, I’d rather make my get away and then/ cruise around the city in my grandma’s station-wagon and yes, that’s right, I’m braggin, cause my family be draggin/ a capacity for love more then five generations deep/ and the company I keep be ensuring it will seep/ into the ground, knowing/ like water we be flowing/ from one life to the next/ the only muscle that I flex/ is my heart, I’m a part of a history so brilliant/ you wanna ride with me you better be one in a million/ but if what it takes is what you’ve got, then come on over honey, let’s give a shot…

And I’ll fall in love
Again and again and again and again
Then I rise above when I fall in love
Again and again and again and again and again
Then I call your bluff cause enough’s enough then I fall in love
Again and again and again and again
Then I rise above when I fall in love….
Again and again and again and again and again
Then I call your bluff cause enough’s enough then I fall in

I started burning bridges too late/ at my gate stood six undercover lovers and a head of state/ I said “wait just a minute while I finish my dinner.” They said “hey, check out this ticket, it might be a winner…” and I said, “I don’t think so, but I’ll have a look,” And then I knew I’d fallen for the oldest trick in the book/ cause they took off with my only photo ID/ oh no, then how I could I plead/ innocent when they took me/ down to the station for impersonating myself/ pulled a big book off the top of the shelf and said, “mm hm hmm.” And “ well, well well, you got twelve months to become someone else/” and I said, “oh oh! How can I be/ anybody but me/ ain’t it a democracy?/ And don’t that mean that my sincerity is a matter of our national security?”/ and they said “hippie-dippy college student sitting on a bench/ don’t you think that it would be more prudent if you didn’t mention/ the constitution or the bill of rights/ cause don’t you know that retribution is what gets you through the night/ or like Robin hood, you’re gonna get your ass-kicked/ If you keep on fighting the good fight even though you know that plastic/ baggies rule the world,/ the tragedy of pearls of wisdom is deep down you only care about girls…


And I’ll fall in love
Again and again and again and again
Then I rise above when I fall in love
Again and again and again and again and again
Then I call your bluff cause enough’s enough then I fall in love
Again and again and again and again
Then I rise above when I fall in love….
Again and again and again and again and again
Then I call your bluff cause enough’s enough then I fall in




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This is lyric #383

THEN I FELL
Erlando/J-uke
© 2005

I asked them ‘How you’re doing?’
They told me far too much
Narrated their achievements
Of love, careers and such
Despite all the conversation
Couldn’t make it through that shell
She opened up her inner book
And then, then I fell

I asked them ’What’s your fancy?’
Didn’t answer like I’d thought
T’was all about possession
What they recently had bought
Although they spoke with passion
I didn’t think it all that swell
She looked at me and said ‘You, Babe’
And then, then I fell

I asked them ‘What’s your standpoint?’
But quotations they would use
Turn others’ thoughts to their own
Ideas into abuse
I’d try to say ‘No, really’
Get more bullets they’d learned well
She whispered to me softly
And then, then I fell

I asked them ‘bout the future
And what road they’d wander by
Their religion was their ego
The only limit was the sky
T’was written down in stone
They had no time to dwell
She said ‘It’s not “I” it’s “We”, Babe’
And then, then I fell

I asked them ‘Can I help you?’
I can see your back’s been bent
But they received on other wavelengths
Than the signals that I sent
T’was a study of composure
How they did it I can’t tell
She drowned me in her well of tears
And then I fell

Now there she is beside me
As I walking down the lane
S’pose some things change for better
S’pose much will be the same
No illusions of a heaven
I’m too dull to go to hell
But I’ve promised her I’ll remember
All the reasons that I fell

But I’ve promised her I’ll remember
All the reasons…….that I fell



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This is lyric #384

Me
Shelley Raymond
c. 2005

Because you have to have things your way
Because you’ve never had to care
Because you’ve never had these feelings
or you’ve never thought to share

Because you make me feel so small
when I am looking up to you,
and measuring your ego
is your favorite thing to do

Because you just can’t say you’re sorry
and you always think you’re right
I’ve never taken you for granted,
but this time I think I might
And I know that you’re a genius,
so it’s a shame that you can’t see
that the best thing you’ve got going for you is me

And you claim that you’re insensitive
as if I didn’t know
and you think that by admitting this
it will help to ease the blow

Even though you are compassionate
it is always on your terms
and to get a word in edgewise
I will have to wait my turn

Because you just can’t say you’re sorry
and you always think you’re right
I’ve never taken you for granted,
but this time I think I might
And I know that you’re a genius,
so it’s a shame that you can’t see
that the best thing you’ve got going for you is me


I haven’t had the courage to tell you
but it’s sure been on my mind
I try to avoid confrontation
but it’s like you live for it, and besides
I don’t like pointing the finger
'cause we’ve all got our flaws
and I feel the effects;
it’s time you know the cause

You don’t know how to say you’re sorry
and you always think you’re right
I’ve never taken you for granted,
but I this time I think I might
And I know that you’re a genius,
so it’s a shame that you can’t see
that the best thing you’ve got going
for you is me



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This is lyric #385

Burdened
By Erisa Kopp

Verse 1:
Such a darkened place
Is this prison to which I’ve been condemned
Where I’ve found no mercy
And I can’t pray for there’s no hope

Verse 2:
Such a weakened soldier
Merely a shell of who I used to be
Traveled beyond my limitations
There’s no where to turn and just be me

Chorus 1:
It is not easy
This burden I carry
On my shoulders

Verse 3:
Such a wounded heart
Can’t draw near to the love of the Father
Who with His oil of healing
Can restore my broken soul

Chorus 2:
It is not easy
This burden I carry
On my shoulders
I can’t remember
My reason for living
On this earth
What’s Your purpose for me?

Verse 4:
Such a servant’s heart
Found in One who was meant to be King
Who with humble passion
Gave it all up for my shame

Chorus 3:
It was not easy
This burden You carried
On Your shoulders
I must remember
Through splinters and sufferings
Your blood
And carry Your cross
Such a heavenly burden
I remember



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This is lyric #386

Conceived to Consume
Doug Furlong
c. 2002

Who creates your desire,
Whispers only of greed?
Who kindles your fire,
Fans the flames of your need?
Is there never enough,
Will you always want more?
Feeding on lust
‘Til you bite to the core

Voices will tell us
Grow or you’ll perish.
But if we buy what they sell us
We’ll destroy what we cherish.
How much can you swallow?
There’s not enough room
Still your children will follow
Conceived to consume.

Our mouths are wide open
Dare not close our eyes.
Faith is unbroken
Still we swallow the lies.
And fuel the machine
From cradle to tomb
Is that what we’re here for
Conceived to consume?




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This is lyric #387

THE WHOLE TOWN OWE ME
Irwin Byron Abrigo
c. 2004

(chorus)
The whole town owes me
and I need some money
Got to get pay
cause they took it from me any way
Nothing left to say
they know they owe me
And I need some money, yeah


(verse 1)
I’ve been going to stations around the country
To fill up my tank and it total 198
I paid with two dollars and they told me they ain’t got no change
And that been going on for twenty odd years


The whole town owes me
and I need some money
Got to get pay
cause they took it from me any way
Nothing left to say
they know they owe me
And I need some money, yeah


(verse 2)
I’ve been going to supermarkets all around town
to buy some groceries and it total 191
I couldn’t of owe them a dime
so I leave some change behind
and that been going on since 1959


The whole town owes me
and I need some money
Got to get pay
cause they took it from me any way
Nothing left to say
they know they owe me
And I need some money, yeah


(bridge)
I woke up this morning
I didn’t had a dime
keep me remembering
all the change I Left behind
and the price 1999, one dime
1095 five dimes, 698
they never had change
2590 ten dimes
and that been going on since 1959


So nothing left to say
They know they owe me
and I been some money, yeah
Nothing left to say
they know they owe me
and I need some money
Nothing left to say
they know they owe me
and I need some money today



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This is lyric #388

Second Shift Blues
By Kim Tapie
Copyright 2004

Hey guitar man, spin me a tune
I'm stuck in this place, till late afternoon
then that late shift starts, I finish by moon
Hey guitar man, play me a tune

Nothing happens, till the bar opens up
Mozey on down, sip my favorite cup
Just when the action, starts to erupt
Gotta head to work, in the pick up truck

chorus:
Got all my days and nights confused
think its morning, when I watch the evening news
Don't matter which clock I use
I got the low down, small town, second shift blues

Sun goes down, too dark when I arrive
comes up late, my head barely survives
never see the light, til almost five
just to find myself, in this stinkin' dive

The guitar wails, when the first set blares
My body shudders, out of it's stare
Quench my thirst, with breakfast ba'er
check my pants, yeah, I've got underwear.

chorus:
Cause I got all my days and nights confused
think its morning, when I watch the evening news
Doesn't matter which clock I use
I got the low down, small town, second shift blues

bridge:
need a daylight job
a payright job
a stayright job
boy do I feel robbed!

chorus:
Cause I got my days and nights confused
think its morning, when I watch the evening news
Doesn't matter which clock I use
I got the low down, small town, second shift blues.




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This is lyric #389

The Blues of Johnny Lee
George R Sutton
c. 2006

Johnny Lee had a girl friend,
she was shy of twenty-three
Johnny Lee had a girl friend,
her legs were so pret- ty
The old men gave up their pocket change,
just to get a peek.
That girl’s legs was so good lookin’,
make a blind man wanna see.

Johnny Lee kept that girl
cause her legs they looked so fine
Johnny Lee kept her close,
like a hound dog to a tree
Her legs were so good lookin’,
and so the story goes
Those legs once made a preacher
worship satan from his knees.

Johnny Lee was a jealous man,
started making that girl bleed.
Johnny Lee was a jealous man,
started making that girl bleed.
Now those legs are carryin' a suitcase,
on a bus to New Orleans
Those legs are travelling south,
bound for New Orleans

Now, the sheriff stood there waiting,
when those legs got off the bus
The sheriff stood there waiting,
as those legs walked off the bus
Now Johnny is serving life,
in the Atlanta Penitentiary
But Johnny’s gonna break out,
to make them legs walk the streets.

My name is Johnny Lee
and I’m settin’ myself free
My name is Johnny Lee
and I’m breakin’ out tonight
I’m gonna find my baby,
she’s just shy of twenty three
I'm gonna kill that sheriff
when I get to New Orleans
Then I'm gonna drive my baby,
in a big black limousine.




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This is lyric #390

FALSE ALARMS
by Andy Conrad, SeaRad Music
copyright 2005

False alarms are ringing
Another new landscape
Of tree lines and power lines
And gods and mistakes.

False alarms are singing
An empty sad song
Of being misplaced
And displaced
And never being wrong
About love,
About war,
About drugs,
About stars.

She has bad in her eyes again.
She has no in her mouth again.
Both hands in her pockets,
Smiles and takes a bow,
And says, “Now.”

Lookin’ in the backseat for my driver.
Where’s my driver?
She’s supposed to take up my cause
For the greatest love that never ever was.

She has bad in her eyes again.
She has no in her mouth again.
Both hands in pockets,
Smiles and takes a bow,
And says, “I want it now,
Love me now,
Money now,
Love me now
For now
Do me now
Shoot me now...”



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This is lyric #391

Nothin’
by Sandra Julian
© 2004

Chorus:
Nothin’ I have to do today
Nothin’ I have to do today
Oh nothin’ I have to do today
But sit right down on my knees and pray
Sit right down on my knees and pray

Verse 1:
When I was a little child, mama said don’t you be wild
Wear your pretty dress today, I like it when you look that way

Verse 2:
When I grew into the world it was do it this way or you’re a bad girl
Sell your soul to conformity or all alone you’ll always be

Repeat Chorus

Verse 3:
A good girl for all to see, lived my life perfectly
Hid my voice along the way afraid they wouldn’t let me stay

Verse 4:
Now I’m so tired a’ tryin’ to be, I lay it all down say I wanna be free
Will learn to feel what’s in my heart, and live from there, no more to part


Repeat Chorus



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This is lyric #392

Spilt Milk
James Vincent (Arcoleo)
c.

If there aint no sense in cryin over Spilt Milk
Then there aint no sense in cryin over you



Old, new, borrowed & blue, you were my lovin bride
Not for better but for worse, cause ya cheated & ya lied
I thought that I’d convince myself, that I’d love ya till my death
But would I ever take you back? Well don’t cha hold your breath

Chorus:

Cause there aint no sense in cryin over Spilt Milk
And there aint no sense in cryin over you
Cause time will heal this hurtin that you gave me
& someday I’m gonna find a heart that’s true



Well I can’t forgive ya girl, no matter how I try
In his car, in his backseat, well I hope you enjoyed your ride
But now & then I think of us, & sometimes well I still dwell
But would I ever take ya back? You'd have a snowball’s chance in hell

Repeat Chorus:

I know I’ve been hard on you & the truth well I should tell
Would I ever take ya back? It’d be a cold-ass day in Hell-NO

Cause there aint no sense in cryin over Spilt Milk
And there aint no sense in cryin over you
Cause time will heal this hurtin that you gave me
& someday I’m gonna find a heart that’s true
& someday I’m gonna find a heart that’s true
Until then & for now this song is through




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This is lyric #393

RACHEL PLAYED
by Tim Enright, Beverly’s Field Music
© 2005

A half a mile beyond where you can see
There’s a trail off a foot-bridge o’er a stream
It turns from forest into field
Where an old tractor tire is swinging from an old oak tree
There I spend my days remembering how Rachel played

Spring began to melt the winter snow
Resting on the ice above that stream
Rachel put on her winter coat
For the old tractor tire waiting at the old oak tree
On that spring day, the world watched as Rachel played

Sundown sun set low
Darkness come we’d go
Smiling hand in hand back home
Returning every day to the old oak tree where Rachel played

Late September autumn day
In our sweaters and our old worn out jeans
We walked the footbridge and the trail
To the old tractor tire swinging from the old oak tree
Seem like the last day I remember Rachel played

Sundown sun set low
Darkness come we’d go
Smiling hand in hand back home
Returning every day to the old oak tree where Rachel played

Time the greatest mystery
Can give and take just like a theif
Leaving only memories
And an old tractor tire swinging from an old oak tree
So I can spend my days remembering how Rachel played

Sundown sun set low
Darkness come we’d go
Smiling hand in hand back home
Returning every day to the old oak tree where Rachel played
Returning every day to the old oak tree where Rachel played




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This is lyric #394

“A Ship May Be Safe”
Steven B. Eulberg & Jeff Lilley
c. 2005

1.A ship may be safe in a harbor,
At anchor close to the shore
Yeah, a ship may be safe in a harbor,
But that ain't what ships were made for.

A child may be safe in a mother's arms,
There may be safe from harm
A child may be safe at home
But that ain't what a child was made for.

Chorus:
Ships were made for sailin' across the high seas
More ships and sailors rot in the port,
Than ever are drowned in the sea. (repeat)

2.When you’re riding the anchor, and the shore is alee
and you smell a storm on the breeze,
Call up the captain, shorten the sail,
Seek safe harbor, or run to the sea.
Chorus

3. Help your children to lay a strong keel,
Teach them to loft a fair line
They’ll build their vessel with beauty and care,
And launch on the rising tide.
Chorus

4. A ship may be safe in a harbor,
At anchor close to the shore
Yeah, a ship may be safe in a harbor,
But that ain't what ships were made for.

That ain’t what a child was made for
That ain’t what you were made for.



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This is lyric #395

New York City
words by Robin Stombaugh, Cocktails & Guitars Music/ASCAP
© 2005

I moved out to the city
Dreams in the palm of my hand
Nobody thinks that I can do this
But I'm out to prove that I can
As I walk these streets alone
I've never been so sure
That when it rains in New York City
Baby it pours

Thousands of people surround me
Yeah I'm just a face in the crowd
And it's hard to remember the quiet
When my heart is beating so loud
Nothing is going my way
But I will weather this storm
Cause when it rains in New York City
Baby it pours

It's been an uphill fight since I arrived
But I won't let it bring me down
The lights on Broadway are calling my name
And I'm ready to be found

I moved out to the city
Dreams in the palm of my hand
Nobody thinks that I can do this
But I'm out to prove that I can



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This is lyric #396

Wishful Thinking
Michelle Dumond
Copyright 2004

On the day my wishes arrive
I'll be wearing a size 5
I won't be me and you won't be you
without a fight we'll have to figure out what to do!

Should we float away on a yacht with all the lotto money or try to save the world?
Will we suddenly have lots of friends to call on over to share our point of view?

Wishful thinking, my pennie's sinking
stirring up the muck at the bottom of the well, wouldn't it be swell if, if, if...

With every new birthday candle I blow out a wish or two. And I try to keep them secret cos' they never come true, unless you keep em' just to you, but

Just between you and me I looked around the other day and I realized that
All this foul air we keep making everyday it's gotta go!
it's gotta go somewhere!

Wishful thinking my pennie's sinking, stirring up the muck at the bottom of the well, wouldn't it be swell if, if, if

And now we're dipping into some real bad stuff, yeah life can be tough and so we stop and have a smoke, to take it all away but it's hard to see tomorrow when the smoke's hiding today

We're always looking at life like it's on the TV, cos' it keeps us from having to take
R-E-S-P-O-N-S-I-B-I-L-I-T-Y, why why?

Wishful thinking, my pennie's sinking stirring up the muck at the bottom of the well, wouldn't it be swell if, if, if

There's dandelion seeds, floating on the breeze, someone's wishes are drifting away.




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