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Words and Music: Amy Ray
You said the world was magic I was wide-eyed and laughing
We were dancing up to the bright side
Forget about your ego forget about your pride
And we will never have to compromise
And you were only joking
You were only joking brother
We talked about mothers kissing the wounds of our fathers
I could have been your sister I would have been your brother
You kissed me like a soldier heading for a war
I'm a dying man but I don't know what for
But you were only joking
You were only joking brother
You were only joking
You were only joking brother
Gravel and glass on the bottom of my feet
I bruised my heels on the swollen street
We were girls in bars, boys on the town
Bumping like a pinball off a careless crowd
You said good friends are hard to come by
I laughed and bought you a beer it's too corny to cry
Well sentiments given, sentiments lost
You shook it off with a smirk and a toss
You were only joking
You were only joking brother
Amy:
You were only joking
You were only joking brother
You kissed me like a soldier heading for a war
I'm a dying man but I don't know what for
Emily:
Gravel and glass on the bottom of my feet
I bruised my heels on the swolen street
Joking
You were only joking brother
And you were only, you were only, you were only joking
Brother
1 - 2 - 3 - 4
Sha na
Sha na
Sha na
Sha na
Sha na (Wide-eyed and laughing)
Sha na ( Dancing up to the bright side)
Sha na ( Wide-eyed and laughing)
Sha na ( Dancing up to the bright side)
woooooo-hoooooooo
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Words and Music: Emily Saliers
I sit two stories above the street
It's awful quiet here since love fell asleep
There's life down below me though the kids are walking home from school
So long ago when we were taught
That for whatever kind of puzzle you got
You just stick the right formula in a solution for every fool
I remember the time when I came so close to you
Sent me skipping my class and running from school
And I bought you that ring cause I never was cool
What makes me think I can start clean-slated?
The hardest to learn was the least complicated
So I just sit up in the house and resist
And not be seen until I cease to exist
A kind of conscientious objection a kind of dodging the draft
Boy and girl are holding hands in the street
And I don't want to but I'll think you just wait
It's more than just eye to eye learn things I could never apply
I remember the time I came so close with you
I let everything go it seemed the only truth
And I bought you that ring it seemed the thing to do
What makes me think I can start clean-slated?
The hardest to learn was the least complicated
What makes me think I can start clean-slated?
The hardest to learn was the least complicated
Oh I'm just a mirror of a mirror of myself
All the things I do
And the next time I fall I'm going to have to recall
It isn't love it's only something new
I sit two stories above the street
It's awful quiet here since love fell asleep
There's life down below me though the kids are walking home from school
I remember the time I came so close to you
Sent me skipping my class and running from school
And I bought you that ring cause I never was cool
What makes me think I can start clean-slated?
The hardest to learn was the least complicated
What makes me think I can start clean-slated?
The hardest to learn was the least complicated
Na na na na na na na (least complicated)
Na na na na na na na (least complicated)
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
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Words and Music: Gerard McHugh
I thought the time was passed when I could find beauty in the birds
I set the stage and the scenery rehearsing every word
Yeah
But when I tried to make it more it was always less
And it's a thin line between pleasing yourself and pleasing somebody else
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Alright
With my confidence on fire (my confidence on fire) I set to fixin' up my roles
My separation of desires (oooh separation of desire) just left me deeper down in
the hole
Yeah
When I tried to make it more it was always less
And there's a thin line between pleasing yourself and pleasing somebody else
And when I tried to make it more it was always less
It's a thin line between pleasing yourself and pleasing somebody else
Yeah oh yeah
Alright
Now I'm trying to get back to what I know that I should be
Hoping to God that I was just a temporary absentee
Yeah
When I tried to make it more it was always less
And it's a thin line between pleasing yourself and pleasing somebody else
When I tried to make it more it was always less (I'd try to make it more it was
less)
And it's a thin line between pleasing yourself and pleasing somebody else
Oh yeah oh yeah
Alright
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Words and Music: Joni Mitchell
It's coming on Christmas they're cutting down trees
Putting up reindeer and singing songs of joy and peace
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
But it don't snow here it stays pretty green
I'm gonna make a lot of money then I'm gonna quit this crazy scene
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so wide
Teach my feet to fly
I wish I had a river to skate away on
'Cause I made my baby cry
You tried hard to help me and you put me at ease
Then loved me so naughty made me week in my knees
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I'm so hard to handle I'm selfish and I'm sad
Now I lost the best baby that I ever had
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so wide
Teach my feet to fly
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
'Cause I made my baby say goodbye
It's coming on Christmas they're cutting down trees
Putting up reindeer and singing songs of joy and peace
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
God I wish I had a river so wide
Teach my feet to fly
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I made my baby say goodbye
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Words and Music: Amy Ray
I come to you with strange fire, I make an offering of love
The incense of my soul is burned by the fire in my blood
I come with a softer answer to the questions that lie in your path
I want to harbor you from the anger find a refuge from the wrath
This is a message, a message of love
Love that moves from the inside out
Love that never grows tired
I come to you with strange fire
Mercenaries of the shrine, now who are you to speak for God
With haughty eyes and lying tongues and hands that shed innocent blood
Now who delivered you to power to interpret cavalry
You gambled away our freedom to gain your own authority
Find another state of mind
Reach out grab hold
Strange fire burns with the motion of love
When you learn to love yourself, you will dissolve all the stones that are cast
You will learn to burn the icing sky, to melt the waxen mask
To have to hold of true relief this is the peace that's gonna take you higher
I come to you with my offering, I bring you strange fire
This is a message, a message of love
Love that moves from the inside out
Love that never grows tired
I come to you with strange fire
I come to you with strange fire
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Words and Music: Emily Saliers
Now the parking lot is empty
Everyone's gone someplace
I pick you up and in the trunk I've packed
A cooler and a two-day suitcase
Cause there's a place we like to drive
Way out in the country
Five miles out of the city limit we're singing
And your hand's upon my knee
So we're okay, we're fine
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played on your heart
We'll look at them together then we'll take them apart
Adding up the total of a love that's true
Multiply life by the power of two
You know the things I'm afraid of
I'm not afraid to tell
And if we ever leave a legacy
It's that we loved each other well
Cause I've seen the shadows of so many people
Trying on the treasures of youth
But a road that's fancy and fast ends in a fatal crash
And I'm glad we got off to tell you the truth
Cause we're okay, we're fine
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played on your heart
We'll look at them together then we'll take them apart
Adding up the total of a love that's true
Multiply life by the power of two
Emily:
All the shiny little trinkets of temptation
Something new instead of something old
All you gotta do is scratch beneath the surface
And it's fool's gold
Fool's gold
Fool's gold
Amy:
Make new friends but
Keep the old
But remember
What is gold
What is gold
What is gold
Now we're talking bout a difficult thing
And your eyes are getting wet
I tookus for better and I took us for worse
Now don't you ever forget
Now the steel bars between me and a promise
Suddenly bend with ease
And the closer I'm bound in love to you
The closer I am to free
So we're okay, we're fine
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than a monster beneath your bed
I'm smarter than the tricks played on your heart
We'll look at them together then we'll take them apart
Adding up the totals of a love that's true
Multiply life by the power of two
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Words and Music: Amy Ray
I woke up this morning, grey dawn, a prayer on my breath
I lost something precious, God will save me, from losing myself
I think I know what's wrong I think I know what's wrong
Now I've met the queen and I understand why she, she closed the door
I'm not making excuses but you know I've been there a few times I was knocking
on the door
I said I think I know what's wrong I think I know what's wrong
See there's a man he lived in a house had a family of five
Well he blew out the windows and the doors, he said "I just couldn't, I just
couldn't survive"
We've all been removed one way or the other
Don't know our families, don't need our brothers
Pushing the needle too far
Pushing the needle too far
You wake up in the morning, grey dawn, a prayer on your breath
You lost something precious, God will save you, but don't lose yourself
I think I know what's wrong, let me hear ya,
I think I know what's wrong
It's the queen who closed the door the family that lies
The people who turn the cat that has died
The boy that ods the girl with a gun
The world on its knees and a band on the run
Amy:
You'd help me more by not giving in
You know you'd help me more by not giving in
You'd help me more by not giving in
Now don't you give in
Now you'd help me more by not giving in
Don't you dare, don't you dare
You'd help me more by not giving in
I said you'd help me more by not giving in
Emily:
It's the queen who closed the door the family that lies
The people who turn the cat that has died
The boy that ods the girl with a gun
The world on its knees and a band on the run
By not giving in no
By not giving in no
You said, you said, you wouldn't give it in
I said you'd help me more by not giving in
I think I know what's wrong I think I know what's wrong
Pushin' the needle too far
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Words and Music: Emily Saliers
Some will strut and some will fret
See this an hour on the stage
Others will not but they'll sweat
In their hopelessness in their rage
We're all the same the men of anger and the women of the page
They published your diary and that's how I got to know you
Key to the room of your own and a mind without end
And here's a young girl on a kind of a telephone line through time
And the voice at the other end comes like a long lost friend
So I know I'm alright life will come and life will go
Still I feel it's alright cause I just got a letter to my soul
When my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
Empty pages for the no longer young
The apathy of time laughs in my face
You said, "Each life has its place"
The hatches were battened the thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormed
The battle surrounded the white flag of your youth
If you need to know that you weathered the storm of cruel mortality
A hundred years later I'm sitting here living proof
So you know you're alright life will come and life will go
Still you feel it's alright someone'll get a letter to your soul
When your whole life is on the tip of your tongue
Empty pages for the no longer young
The apathy of time laughed in your face
Did you hear me say, "Each life has its place"
The place where you hold me dark in a pocket of truth
The moon had swallowed the sun and the light of the earth
And so it was for you when the river eclipsed your life
And sent your soul like a message in a bottle to me and it was my rebirth
Emily:
So we know we're alright
Though life will come and life will go
Still you'll feel it's alright
Someone'll get a letter to your soul
Then you know you're alright
Then you feel you're alright
And you hear dry your eyes
And you know it's alright
And you hear dry your eyes
And you know it's alright
And it's alright
Amy:
Alright
Though life will come and life will go
Alright
Someone gets your soul
When my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
Empty pages for the no longer young
You said
Each life has it's place
You said
Each life has it's place
It'll be alright
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Words and Music: Amy Ray
I left my anger in a river running highway five
New Hampshire, Vermont border by
College farms, hubcaps, falling rocks
Voices in the woods and the mountaintops
I used to search for reservations and native lands
Before I realized everywhere I stand
There have been tribal feet running wild as fire
Some past life sister of my desire
Jonas and Ezekial hear me now
Steady now and don't come out
I'm not ready for the dead to show its face
Whose turn is it anyway
Now when I was young my people taught me well
Give back what you take or you'll go to hell
It's not the devil's land you know it's not that kind
Every devil I meet becomes a friend of mine
Every devil I meet is an angel in disguise
Jonas and Ezekial hear me now
Steady now and don't come out
I'm not ready for the dead to show its face
Whose angel are you anyway
aaah-aaaaah-aaah-aah
White chain rope darling
Fear be still my dear
A bullet in the head now he's dead
A friend of a friend someone said
He was an activist with a very short life
I think there's a lesson here he died without a fight
In the war over land where the world began
Prophecy say that's where the world will end
But there's a tremor growing in our own backyard
Fear in our heads fear in our hearts
Prophets in the graveyard
Jonas and Ezekial hear me now
Steady now and don't come out
I'm not ready for the dead to show its face
Whose turn is it anyway
Jonas, Ezekial, hear me now
Steady now I feel your ghost about
I'm not ready for the dead to show its face
Whose angel are you anyway
Amy:
I said there's prophets in the graveyard
Prophets in the graveyard
Prophets in the graveyard
Emily:
Now I walk in beauty
Beauty is before me
Beauty is behind me
Above and below
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Words and Music: Bob Dylan
Early one morning the sun was shining I was laying in bed
Wondering if she'd changed at all if her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives together sure was gonna be rough
They never did like mama's homemade dress papa's bank book wasn't big enough
Me I'm standing on the side of the road rain falling onto my shoes
I'm heading out to the east coast Lord knows I've paid some dues
Getting through
Tangled up in blue
She was married when we first met soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam I guess but I used a little too much force
And we drove that car as far as we could abandoned it out west
We split up on a sad dark night both agreeing it was best
She turned around and looked at me as I was walking away
And I heard her say over my shoulder we'll meet again someday
On the avenue
Tangled up in blue
I was living in the Great North Woods working as a cook for a spell
Never did like it all that much and one day the ax just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans where I happened to be employed
I was working for a while on a fishing boat right outside of Delacroix
And all the while I was alone the past was close behind
I'd seen a lot of women but she never escaped my mind
And I just grew
Tangled up in blue
She was working at a topless bar I stopped in for a beer
I kept looking at the side of her face in the spotlight so clear
Now later on the crowd thinned out and I was just about to do the same
But she was standing there at the back of my chair she said "don't I know your
name"
Well I muttered something under my breath as she studied the lines on my face
And I must admit I felt a little uneasy when she bent down to tie the laces
Of my shoes
Tangled up in blue
I know I know I know
She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
I thought you'd never say hello she said you look like the silent type
And she opened up a book of poems and handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet from the thirteenth century
Every one of his word rang true and glowed like burning coal
Pouring off every page like it was written in my soul
From me to you
Tangled up in blue
I lived with them on Montague Street in a basement down the stairs yeah
There was music in the cafes at night and revolution in the air
That's when he started into dealing with slaves yeah something inside of her
just died
And she had to sell everything she owned and she froze up inside
Finally when the bottom fell out I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do was to keep on keepin' on
Like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue
Oooh yeah
Now I'm headed back again I got to get to her somehow
And all the people I once knew they're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians, some are carpenters' wives
I don't know how they all got started don't know what they're doing with their
lives
But me I'm still out on the road headed for another joint
We always did feel the same we just saw it from a different point
Of view
Tangled up in blue
I know I know I know
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Words and Music: Amy Ray
I'm coming home with a stone strapped onto my back
I'm coming home with a burning hope turning all my blues to black
I'm looking for a sacred hand to carve into my stone
A ghost of comfort angels breath to keep this life inside my chest
This world falls on me hopes of immortality
Everywhere I turn all the beauty just keeps shaking me
Now I woke up in the middle of a dream scared the world was too much for me
Sejaraz said, "don't let go just plant the seeds and watch them grow"
I've slept in rainy canyonlands cold drenched to my skin
I always wake to find a face to calm these troubled lands
This world falls on me dreams of immortality
Everywhere I turn all the beauty just keeps shaking me
Now I'm running to the end of the earth and I'm swimming to the edge of the sea
And I'm laughing I'm under starry skies this world was meant for me
Don't bury me (Carry me)
I wish I was a nomad, an indian, or a saint
The edge of death would disappear leave me nothing left to taint
I wish I was a nomad, an indian, or a saint
Give me walking shoes, feathered arms, and a key to heaven's gate
This world falls on me dreams of immortality
Everywhere I turn all the beauty just keeps shaking me
Amy:
I'm running to the end of the Earth
And I'm swimming to the edge of the sea
I'm laughing I'm under starry skies
This world was meant for me
I got hopes of immortality
Emily:
This world falls on me dreams of immortality
Everywhere I turn all the beauty just keeps shaking me
This world falls on me dreams of immortality
Everywhere I turn
I got hopes of immortality
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Words and Music: Buffy Sainte-Marie
Indian legislation's on the desk of a do-right Congressman
He don't know much about the issues
So he picks up the phone and calls the senator out in Indian Country
A darling of the energy companies ripping off what's left
Of the reservation
I learned a safety rule, I don't know who to thank
Don't stand between the reservation and the corporate bank
They're sending federal tanks
It isn't nice but it's reality
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
I said deep in the earth
Won't you cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
We got these energy companies, they're trying to take the land
And we got churches by the dozen trying to guide our hand
And sign our Mother Earth over to pollution, war, and greed (no, no)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (I said deep in the earth)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (Cover me with pretty lies)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
We got the federal marshalls, we got the covert spies
We got the liars by the fire, got the FBI
They lie in court and get nailed but still Leonard Peltier goes off to jail
The bullets don't match the gun!
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (an eighth of the reservation)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (transferred in secret)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (got your murder and intimidation)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (bury me, bury me, bury me)
My girlfriend Anna Mae talked about uranium
Her head was full of bullets and her body dumped
The FBI cut off her hand and told us she died of exposure (yeah right)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (I said deep in the earth)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (Won't you cover me with your pretty lies)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Talk about (hey!) a revolution
(They stole my land,
They won't steal my soul)
We had the gold rush wars, why didn't we learn to crawl?
And now our history gets written in a liar's scrawl
They tell me, "honey, don't be so uptight you can still be an Indian down at the
Y on Saturday night"
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (deep in the earth)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (cover me with your pretty lies)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (bury me, bury me, bury me)
Bury my heart (an eighth of the reservation)
Bury my heart (was transferred in secret)
Bury my heart (got your murder and your intimidation)
(Bury me, bury me, bury me)
Bury my heart
Bury my heart
Bury my heart
Bury my heart
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Words and Music: Emily Saliers
There's a letter on the desktop that I dug out of a drawer
The last truce we ever came to from our adolescent war
And I start to feel the fever of the warm air through the screen
You come regular like seasons shadowing my dreams
The Mississippi's mighty, but it starts in Minnesota
At a place where you can walk across with five steps down
And that's just how you started like a pinprick to my heart
But at this point you rush right through me and I start to drown
There's not enough room in this world for my pain
Signals crossed and love gets lost and time passed makes it plain
Of all my demon spirits I need you the most
I'm in love with your ghost
I'm in love with your ghost
Dark and dangerous like a secret it gets whispered in a hush (don't tell a soul)
And when I wake the things I dreamt about you last night make me blush (don't
tell a soul)
When you kiss me like a lover and you sting me like a viper
I go follow to the river play your memory like the piper
And I feel it like a sickness how this love is killing me
But I would walk into the fingers of your fire willingly
Dance the edge of sanity I've never been this close
In love with your ghost
oooooh-oooooooh-ooooooh-oooooooooh
oooooh-oooooooh-ooooooh-oooooooooh
Unknowing captor you'll never know how much you
Pierce my spirit but I can't touch you
Can you hear it a cry to be free
Oh I'm forever under lock and key
As you pass through me
Now I see your face before me I would launch a thousand ships
To bring your heart back to my island as the sand beneath me slips
I burn up in your presence and I know now how it feels
To be weakened like Achilles with you always at my heels
This bitter pill to swallow is the silence that I keep
It poisons me I can't swim free the river is too deep
Though I'm baptized by your touch I am no worse at most
In love with your ghost
Amy:
In love with your ghost
In love with your ghost
Emily:
You are shadowing my dreams
oooooh-oooooooh-ooooooh-oooooooooh
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Words and Music: Amy Ray
We were down at Dead Man's Hill
Smoking vines like cigarettes
Looking through the trashy mags
Trying to feel what's coming next
You told me of crashing cars,
Older brothers and late night bars
I told you what I feel most
And you kept it like a ghost
Forever
Don't you write it down
Remember this in your head
Don't take a picture
Remember this in your heart
Don't leave a message
Talk to me face to face
Talk to me face to face
Lying on the bright blue jumping mats
Dinner bell is ringing
Barking dogs and model planes
And the sound of passing trains
We watch for bonfires in the sky
On the beach in July
Spin the bottle steal the kiss
Postcards to the one I miss
Forever
The one I miss forever
Don't you write it down
Remember this in your head
Don't take a picture
Remember this in your heart
I'll leave a message
When everything comes apart (talk to me face to face) (talk to me face to face)
I'll leave a message
When everything comes apart
I remember cats of fire
Gasoline and burning spirals
Standing underneath the night
Fighting back with all my might
Empty cans and charred remains
Find them in the heat of day
On the top of Dead Man's Hill
This is what I know of shame
Forever
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Words and Music: Michelle Malone & Amy Ray
Well you've followed me this far, did you find out what's inside
Can you tell me what I'm doing, is it something I should hide
I don't know for sure
I don't wanna find out what I left there for
I'm not scared and I'm not lonely, I'm not savin all my money or my breath
I'm not lookin for an answer, not askin anyone to second guess
You told me all your secrets and I filled you up with lies
But now I'm living honestly because I've said goodbye
I can't go home anymore
I don't wanna find out what I left there for
I'm not scared and I'm not lonely, I'm not savin all my money or my breath
I'm not lookin for an answer, not askin anyone to second guess
I was losing all my senses I was losing all control
It was getting so offensive and now you want me back for more
And I just won't go
If you think you know the answer, then you've got a lot of gall
Cause it give you satisfaction knowing nothing at all
I don't care anymore
I don't wanna find out what I left there for
I'm not scared and I'm not lonely, savin all my money or my breath
I'm not lookin for an answer, not askin anyone to second guess
And I'm not scared and I'm not lonely, savin all my money or my breath
I'm not lookin for an answer, not askin anyone to take a second guess
Take a second guess
Take a second guess
(ad lib) Over one billion served
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Words and Music: Emily Saliers
Galileo's head was on the block
The crime was looking up the truth
And as the bombshells of my daily fears explode
I try to trace them to my youth
And then you had to bring up reincarnation
Over a couple of beers the other night
And now I'm serving time for mistakes made by another
In another lifetime
How long till my soul gets it right
Can any human being ever reach that kind of light
I call on the resting soul of Galileo
King of night vision
King of insight
I think about my fear of motion
Which I never could explain
Some other fool across the ocean years ago
Must have crashed his little airplane
How long till my soul gets it right
Can any human being ever reach that kind of light
I call on the resting soul of Galileo
King of night vision
King of insight
I'm not making a joke you know me I take everything so seriously
If we wait for the time till all souls get it right
Then at least I know there'll be no nuclear annihalation in my lifetime
I'm still not right
I offer thanks to those before me that's all I've got to say
Cause maybe you squandered big bucks in your lifetime
Now I have to pay
But then again it feels like some sort of inspiration
To let the next life off the hook
Or she'll say
Look what I had to overcome from my last life
I think I'll write a book
How long till my soul gets it right (till my soul gets it right)
Can any human being ever reach the highest light
Except for Galileo (resting soul)
Resting soul (of Galileo)
King of night vision
King of insight
How long? (till my soul gets it right) (till we reach the highest light)
How long? (till my soul gets it right) (till we reach the hightest light)
How long?
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Words and music Neil Young
Be on my side
I'll be on your side
There is no reason for you to hide
It's so hard staying here all alone
You could be taking me for a ride
She could drag me over the rainbow
Send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river
Dead
Take my hand
I'll take your hand baby
Together we may get away
This much madness is too much sorrow
It's impossible to make it today
Oh baby
She could drag me over the rainbow
Send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river
Dead
Be on my side
I'll be on your side
Baby there ain't no reason for us to hide
It's so hard staying here all alone
You should be taking me for a ride
Oh baby
She could drag me over the rainbow
And send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river
I shot my baby
You take my hand
(Down by)
I'll take your hand baby
(The river)
Together we may get away
(I shot my baby)
This much madness is too much sorrow
(Down by the river)
It's impossible to make it today
(I shot my baby)
This much madness is too much sorrow
(Down by the river)
It's impossible to make it today
(I shot my baby)
Down by the river
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Words and Music: Emily Saliers
During the time of which I speak it was hard to turn the other cheek
To the blows of insecurity
Feeding the cancer of my intellect the blood of the love soon neglected
Lay dying in the strength of its impurity
And all the friends I thought were so together
They've all gone and left each other in search of fairer weather
I sit here in this storm and drink a toast
To the slim chance of love's recovery
There I am in younger days stargazing painting picture-perfect maps
Of how my life and love would be
Not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection my compass, faith in love's
perfection
I missed ten million miles of road I should have seen
And all our friends we thought were so together
Left each other one by one on the road to fairer weather
And we sit here in our storm and drink a toast
To the slim chance of love's recovery
Rain-soaked and boys choked
Like silent screaming in a dream
I searched for an absolute distinction
Not content to bow and bend
To the winds of culture that swoop like vultures
Eating us away...eating us away...eating us away to our extinction
Oh how I wish I were a trinity so that if I lost a part of me
I'd still have two of the same to live
But nobody gets a lifetime rehearsal as specks of dust, we're universal
So let this love survive and be the greatest gift that we could give
Tell all the friends who think they're so together
That these are ghost and mirages all these thoughts of fairer weather
Though it's storming now, I feel safe within the arms
Of love's discovery
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Words and Music: Amy Ray
You can go to the East to find your inner hemisphere
You say we're under the same sky baby you're bound to realize, honey it's not
that clear
I'm not your promised land, I'm not your promised one
I'm not the land of Canaan, sweetheart, waiting for you under the sun
I'm lonely tonight, I'm missing you now
I'm wanting your love and you're giving it out
I'm lonely tonight, I'm lonely tonight, I'm lonely tonight
Well the meaning has changed for what it's worth it's just a senseless game
I should think of love, but it's fear, every time I hear, honey, your heartbeat
strain
It's not the fallen man, it's not the call of time
It's just the London skyline, sweetheart, telling me you're not mine
I'm lonely tonight, I'm missing you now
I'm wanting your love and you're giving it out
I'm lonely tonight, I'm lonely tonight, I'm lonely tonight
My blood is running dry my skin is growing thin
Every time you find yourself you lose a little bit of me and, honey, it's from
within
It's just a raging cycle, I'd like to bring it all to the end of the line
From inside this existence (I'm lonely tonight), sweetheart, time is not on my
side
I'm lonely tonight, I'm missing you now
I'm wanting your love and you're giving it out
I'm lonely tonight, I'm lonely tonight, I'm lonely tonight
I'm not your promised land, I'm not your promised one (I'm lonely tonight)
I'm not your promised land, I'm not your promised one (Honey, I'm trying to tell
you I'm lonely tonight)
I'm not the land of Canaan, sweetheart (I'm lonely tonight)
I'm not your land of Canaan, sweetheart (I'm lonely tonight)
I'm not the land of Canaan, sweetheart, waiting for you under the sun
I'm lonely tonight
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Words and Music: Emily Saliers
Each time you'd pull down the driveway
I wasn't sure when I would see you again
Cause yours was a twisted blind sided highway
No matter which road you took then
Oh you set up your place in my thoughts
Moved in and made my thinking crowded
Now we're out in the back with the barking dogs
My heart the red sun, your heart the moon clouded
I could go crazy on a night like tonight
When summer's beginning to give up her fight
And every thought's a possibility
And the voices are heard but nothing is seen
Why do you spend this time with me
Maybe an equal mystery
So what is love then is it dictated or chosen (handed down and made by hand)
Does it sing like the hymns of a thousand years
Or is it just pop emotion (handed down and made by hand)
And if it ever was there and it left
Does it mean it was never true
And to exist it must elude
Is that why I think these things of you?
I could go crazy on a night like tonight
When summer's beginning to give up her fight
And every thought's a possiblility
And the voices are heard but nothing is seen
Why do you spend this time with me
Maybe an equal mystery
But you like the taste of danger
It shines like sugar on your lips
And you like to stand in the line of fire
Just to show you can shoot straight from your hip
There must be a thousand things you would die for
I can hardly think of two
But not everything is better spoken aloud
Not when I'm talking to you
Oh the pirate gets the ship and the girl tonight
Breaks a bottle to Christen her
Basking in the exploits of her thief
She's a very good listener
Maybe that's all that we need is to meet in the middle of impossibility
We're standing at opposite poles equal partners in a mystery
We're standing at opposite poles equal partners in a mystery
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Words and Music: Amy Ray
It's a fish white belly
A lump in the throat
Razor on the wire
Skin and bone
Piss and blood
In a railroad car
One hundred people
Gypsies, queers, and David's Stars
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory
This train
Measure the bones
Count the face
Pull out the teeth
Do you belong to the human race
Doctor doctor
Are you unkind
Do you shock the monkeys
Cover our eyes with clear blue skies
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory now
This train
Amy:
Here is a dancer
Who has no legs
Here is a healer
Who has no hands
Here is a thinker
Who has no feet
These are the questions
Stacked like wood
Emily:
Here is a teacher who has no face
Here is a runner who has no feet
Here is a builder who has no back
Here is a writer who has no voice
These are the answers
Stacked like wood
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory now
This train
This train is bound for glory (this train gonna carry my mother)
This train is bound for glory (this train gonna carry my father)
This train is bound for glory now (this train gonna carry my sister)
This train
This train gonna carry my brother (here is a teacher) (stacked like wood)
This train gonna carry my sister (here is a healer) (stacked like wood)
This train gonna carry my brother (this is a builder)
This train gonna carry my sister
This train is
This train is bound for glory
These are the questions
Stacked like wood
These are the answers
Here is potential, and it's gone for good
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Words and Music: Emily Saliers
Leaving ain't fair y'know parting ain't just
But people move on people got to do what they must
And we're back together again
And I'm never gonna lose you as a friend
Growing up green, growing up wild
If you want to know the secret behind the smile you gotta ask a Tuesday's child
And we're back together again
And I'm never gonna lose you as a friend
Well I guess that highway got a hold of me
Thinking crazy thoughts as if it was going to set me free
This ain't my place you know this ain't my home
And I'm not gonna feel right till you get us back behind the microphones
And we're back together again
And I'm never gonna lose you as a friend
And I'm never gonna lose you as a friend
No I'm never gonna lose you as a friend
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Words and Music: Emily Saliers
I don't know if it was real or in a dream
Lately waking up I'm not sure where I've been
There was a table set for six and five were there
I stood outside and kept my eyes upon that empty chair
And there was steam on the windows from the kitchen
Laughter like a language I once spoke with ease
But I'm made mute by the virtue of decision
And I choose most of your life goes on without me
Oh the fear I've known
That I might reap the praise of strangers and end up on my own
All I've sown was a song
But maybe I was wrong
I said to you the one gift which I'd adore
The package of the next 10 years unfolding
But you told me if I had my way I'd be bored (I'd be bored)
Right then I knew I loved you best born of your scolding
When we last talked we were lying on our backs (lying on our backs)
Looking at the sky through the ceiling (looking at the sky, looking through the
ceiling)
I used to lie like that alone out on the driveway
Trying to read the Greek upon the stars
The alphabet of feeling
Oh I knew back then
It was a calling that said if joy then pain
The sound of the voice these years later
Is still the same
I am alone in a hotel room tonight
I squeeze the sky out but there's not a star appears
Begin my studies with this paper and this pencil
And I'm working through the grammar of my fears
Oh mercy (mercy) what I won't give
To have the things that mean the most not to mean the things I miss
Unforgiving the choice still is
The language or the kiss
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Words and Music: Amy Ray
I am an only child born of the wild
Riddled to spend my time defending the land
You are the only one born in the sun
Riddled to spend your time defending my plan
Dead dog on the highway
Median cats are growling at me
I turn my lights on brighter
I'm counting through the night ride
And it's one more life for the taker (Chickenman Chickenman)
And it's one more song for the maker(Chickenman Chickenman)
On the road to Athens
I saw a dead deer on the highway
I slipped into a desert
I killed five prairie dogs and a rabbit
I was running down on Queen Street
I saw a woman on the sidewalk
She was beaten by a stranger
Danger danger danger
And it's one more life for the taker (Chickenman Chickenman Chickenman hold my
hand)
And it's one more song for the maker (Hold my hand Chickenman)
I was on the road to Austin
I met this man on the highway
He sold me junk and conversation
He was wise and dirty from the weather
I said darkness goes into darkness
All the carnage of my journeys
Makes it hard to keep on giving
He said you got a lot of road left child, you better start living
Give me one more life then, he said you gotta pay for that Chickenman
Give me one more song then, he said you gotta pay for that too Chickenman
Give me one more, one more, Chickenman Chickenman Chickenman hold my hand
I am an only child born of the wild
Riddled to spend my time defending the land
You are the only one born in the sun
Riddled to spend your time defending my plan
I went looking for a car, found myself beneath the stars
I went looking for a girl, found a man and his world
Amy:
Chickenman Chickenman Chickenman hold my hand
Chickenman Chickenman Chickenman hold my hand
I am an only child hold my hand
I am an only child hold my hand
Emily:
I went looking for a car, found myself beneath the stars
I went looking for a girl, found a man and his world
Chickenman Chickenman Chickenman hold my hand
Chickenman Chickenman Chickenman hold my hand
Chickenman Chickenman Chickenman hold my hand (hold my hand)
Chickenman Chickenman Chickenman hold my hand (hold my hand)
Chickenman Chickenman Chickenman hold my hand (hold my hand)
Chickenman Chickenman Chickenman hold my hand
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Words and Music: James. D. Weatherly
LA proved too much for the man (too much for the man) (he couldn't make it)
So he's leaving the life he's come to know (he said he's going)
He said he's going back to find (going back to find)
What's left of his world the world he left behind
Not so very long ago
Oh yeah
(Chorus)
He's leaving (leaving)
On that midnight train to Georgia (leaving on the midnight train)
Oh yeah said he's going back to find (he's going back to find)
A simpler place and time (and when he takes that ride)
Yes he is (guess who's gonna be right by his side)
I'll be with him (I know you will)
On that midnight train to Georgia (leaving on the midnight train)
(Woohoo)
I'd rather live in his world (live in his world)
Than live without him in mine
(World, is his, his and hers alone)
He kept dreaming (dreaming)
That one day he'd be a star (A superstar but he didn't get far)
But he sure found out the hard way
That dreams don't always come true
Oh no (uh uh uh)
So he sold all his hopes
And he even sold his own car
And bought a one way ticket back
To the life he once knew
Oh yes he did
He said he would
(Chorus twice)
(World, is his, his and hers alone)
(All aboard one world his man her girl)
I've got to go, I've got to go (all aboard one world her man his girl)
I've got to go, I've got to go (all aboard one world her man his girl)
All aboard one world her man his girl
All aboard one world his man her girl
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Words and Music: Emily Saliers
I'm trying to tell you something bout my life
Maybe give me insight between black and white
And the best thing you've ever done for me
Is to help me take my life less seriously
It's only life after all
Now darkness has a hunger that's insatiable
And lightness has a call that's hard to hear
I wrap my fear around me like a blanket
I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it
I'm crawling on your shores
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains,
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains
There's more than one answer to these questions pointing me in a crooked line
And the less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine
I went to see the doctor of philosophy
With a poster of Rasputin, and a beard down to his knee
He never did marry, or see a b-grade movie
He graded my performance, he said he could see through me
I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind
I got my paper and I was free
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains,
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains
There's more than one answer to these questions pointing me in a crooked line
And the less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine
*whistle*
I stopped by the bar at 3 am
To seek solace in a bottle, or possibly a friend
And I woke up with a headache like my head against a board
Twice as cloudy as I'd been the night before
I went in seeking clarity
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountain, I looked to the children, I drank
from the fountain
We go to the doctor, we go to the mountains, we look to the children, we drink
from the fountains
We go to the bible, we go through the workout, we read up on revival, we stand
up for the lookout
There's more than one answer to these questions pointing me in a crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine
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Words and Music: Buffy Sainte-Marie
Indian legislation's on the desk of a do-right Congressman
He don't know much about the issues
So he picks up the phone and calls the senator out in Indian Country
A darling of the energy companies ripping off what's left
Of the reservation
I learned a safety rule, I don't know who to thank
Don't stand between the reservation and the corporate bank
They're sending federal tanks
It isn't nice but it's reality
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
I said deep in the earth
Won't you cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
We got these energy companies, they're trying to take the land
And we got churches by the dozen trying to guide our hand
And sign our Mother Earth over to pollution, war, and greed (no, no)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (I said deep in the earth)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (Cover me with pretty lies)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
We got the federal marshalls, we got the covert spies
We got the liars by the fire, got the FBI
They lie in court and get nailed but still Leonard Peltier goes off to jail
The bullets don't match the gun!
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (an eighth of the reservation)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (transferred in secret)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (got your murder and intimidation)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (bury me, bury me, bury me)
My girlfriend Anna Mae talked about uranium
Her head was full of bullets and her body dumped
The FBI cut off her hand and told us she died of exposure (yeah right)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (I said deep in the earth)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (Won't you cover me with your pretty lies)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Talk about (hey!) a revolution
(They stole my land,
They won't steal my soul)
We had the gold rush wars, why didn't we learn to crawl?
And now our history gets written in a liar's scrawl
They tell me, "honey, don't be so uptight you can still be an Indian down at the
Y on Saturday night"
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (deep in the earth)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (cover me with your pretty lies)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (bury me, bury me, bury me)
Bury my heart (an eighth of the reservation)
Bury my heart (was transferred in secret)
Bury my heart (got your murder and your intimidation)
(Bury me, bury me, bury me)
Bury my heart
Bury my heart
Bury my heart
Bury my heart
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