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April Fool
04:17
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Wordless and weary, I took our good faith in vain
begging your forgiveness, but it's hard to forget the pain
it's hard to get past the teardrops staining your cheek
reflecting the moonlight
like you're drawn in relief
I once saw a statue, sleeping under an iron truss
tears stained his face but his sadness was only rust
I guess if you polished him those traces would disappear
but when it comes down to me and you
I fear they'll always be there
I see children playing little boy and little girl games
I wish we too were playing, pretending our teardrops were rain
running inside, wet hair plastered to our necks
a romance we made up then broke
just to forget
And in me you see a stranger, someone you thought you knew
ink spilled, a quill collapsed on the last line of a picture you drew
Without a kind gesture, a warning, or even a gasp
a moment that wiping your tears could never put back
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Lost Angel
04:00
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Have you been broken?
all shards and pieces
hands rough and bleeding
all folds and creases
Your pain is one thing
your heart's another
Where is your sister? Where is your mother?
But your shame will leave you if you let her in
cast your guilt down
there is no sin
You swear you've seen her face before
Your lost angel's at your door
She was a child, grew up beside you
A mirror hoping
that you would see through
All your days running from her sweet face
So much like yours when your finger traced
But she never left you, let her in
pull off your mask
Look true and listen
You swear you've heard her voice before
Your lost angel's at your door
She knew you before you were a man
And she'll love you, no matter where you stand
Have you heard someone in your sad mind
talks like you used to, so sweet and kind
She's more than trinkets, more than gold
Let her cross the threshold, she's in your soul
And your tears will leave you when you let her in
Open up, with arms embracing
And you swear you've heard her voice before
Your lost angel's at your door
And you know you've known her long before
Your lost angel's at your door
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Wide, Wide River
03:12
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When you walk in the reeds and the rushes
with the cattails tall as your head
Better not get caught in the mud
we'll leave you boy, you're gone for dead
Tide comes in, you'll be splashing
When the waves come up to your knees
You better not mess with the wide, wide river,
It's gonna leave you begging, please
Well, it looks so safe when the water's low
and the bugs come buzzing up high
'Round your head when you walk through the bushes
Son, that's where you're gonna die
And it sure looks pretty when the sun's sinking low
The rays turn pink in the trees
But you better not mess with the wide, wide river,
It's gonna leave you begging, please
And the current don't show you no mercy
It's stronger than you'll ever be
All it wants is to sweep you away
from the Gulf, to the sea...
Most folks who go down never come back
When the surge ends, we find 'em washed out
You don't watch your step, you'll be next in line
Son't you even have one doubt
When that bastard tide comes in for you
It ain't no kind of a tease
You better not mess with the wide, wide river,
It's gonna leave you begging, please
When the sun turns pink in the trees
Gonna bring you to your knees
oooooohhh...last time
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Don't Hurt No One No More
There was a moment, a sweet sweet moment
when you gave to me
all the emotion, every bit of love
you could wrangle free
Forever was it reach it seemed
But I couldn't let that be:
I don't hurt no one no more.
Don't hurt no one no more.
There was a memory, a sweet sweet memory
of what could have been
Watchin velvet sunrise
cross the circles round your eyes
in our unmade bed
Believe me, all I told you was true
I just couldn't give myself to you:
I don't hurt no one no more.
Don't hurt no one no more.
Oh, sugar darlin, I can't keep fallin
my love only causes pain
So here we are baby, I don't know if I'll make it to my own bitter end
I got so much to uncover to learn to be your lover
let alone your friend
So please let me move on
I wish I didn't have to be gone:
I don't hurt no one no more
Don't hurt no one no more.
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Leave on the Next Wind
03:36
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Leave on the next wind
Warm current rising
Where the southland begins
Leave on the next wind
Leave on the next wind
with the red tail hawks circling
when the tree branches thin
leave on the next wind
Where a soft sun is shining, you'll find me
On the drifts of the quietest waves
Where stones become tossed into pebbles and turned to sand
I'll meet you coming my way
Leave on the next wind
With the wild cranes formation
Where that arrow is pinned
Leave on the next wind
In the shoals, where summer stars linger
On the drifts of the low country waves
Where shore becomes rippled by breakers, where weary birds land
I'll meet you coming my way
Leave on the next wind
Warm current rising
Where the southland begins
Leave on the next wind
When autumn comes in
leave on the next wind
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6. |
Power of the Lord
05:11
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Who moves forth without a name?
Oh, the power of the Lord
Who casts sin and lifts all blame?
Oh, the power of the Lord
You been doubting down inside
Get smart quick, get the devil behind
Who builds prayer into a flame?
Oh, the power of the Lord
Who’s gonna take the blade off your throat?
Oh, the power of the Lord
Teach you faith in how to come so close?
Oh, the power of the Lord
You been doubting in your mind
Get smart quick, get the demon behind
Who’s gonna teach you bout the hands of mercy?
Oh, the power of the Lord
Oh, the power – the power of the Lord
Oh, the power of the Lord
Oh, the power – the power of the Lord
Oh, the power of the Lord
Who moves the stars above their secrets?
Oh, the power of the Lord
Who’s gonna show you the fire in Eden?
Oh, the power of the Lord
You’ve been doubting in your mind
You better get smart quick, before you’re cast aside
Who’s gonna show you the truth you’re fightin
Oh, the power of the Lord
Oh, the power – the power of the Lord
Oh, the power of the Lord
Oh, the power – the power of the Lord
Oh, the power of the Lord
Who’s gonna teach you 'bout the dime store prophet…
Preacherman tryin to start a riot…
Teach you love and how to keep it…
Everything you always been seekin…
Who’s gonna teach you bout the hands of mercy…
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7. |
I Need a Man
04:41
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You think this spotlight makes me look innocent
But it’s the end of the night, and I need a stimulant
Last note’s been sung, I’m about to send home the band
And I need a man.
I’ve made lotsa trouble, and I’ve made a lot of noise
Tired of playing mess-around in the company of boys
It’s getting late, and I just have one demand:
I need a man.
I need a man, someone who knows where to put his hands
Who will waste no time in trying to woo me as a friend
I need a man, a means to a good end
To put a smile on my face again and again
some folks say they're gonna treat you right
They’ll wake you up with breakfast after keeping you warm all night
that’s a pretty picture, but I’m done with making plans
I need a man.
I need a man, someone who doesn’t give a damn
About anything but making me feel good just as I am
I need a man, who will not pretend
That I’d want anything more than those four words intend
So come on baby, while some hours away
I don't need roses - I don't need you to stay
Walk me home, I think you understand
I need a man.
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8. |
All These Smarts
02:13
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All these smarts; nobody knows what’s going on
Try to tame the tide, you’ll find it’s much too strong
It’s hard to pick yourself up and move along
When you’re trained so well to stay where they think you belong
It’s a shame people don’t see what kind of shape we’re in
Spending days and nights caught up in arguin
Can’t see when wool is pulled, when sugar’s saccharin
When a fourteen-buck martini’s made of bathtub gin
All these smarts and no one seems to know
What’s for real and what’s just a talk show
They drink the tonic down, go with the flow
While the soap opera becomes the status quo
Press trades in distractions, all the news that fits
Yellow stuff about no-good reds and anarchists
Laws got changed to make us all antagonists
But we're so wound up we don’t see what’s gone amiss
All these smarts and folks don’t seem to care
Bout nothing except which starlet was caught in her underwear
But when your right to have a right is taken, laissez-faire
You’d be smart to see what’s going down right over there
All these smarts; nobody knows what’s going on
Try to tame the tide, you’ll find it’s much too strong
It’s hard to pick back up and move along
When you’re trained so well to stay where they say you belong
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9. |
Forgotten Dreams
03:59
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Lay down your head
and follow the angels
for they will lead you to
the final release
no need to worry
for those left behind you
Someday we'll travel the road
of forgotten dreams
Lay down your head
this body's a burden
bound by the hope
we could settle our sins
and I know you're weary
from counting our sorrows
scattered like coins on the road
of forgotten dreams
Farewell to darkness
farewell to pain
Swim in salvation
forgive the tears and the blame
I'll keep your story
safe in my heart
And somehow you'll shine
Yes you'll shine
You will shine
You will shine
You'll be the light on the road
of forgotten dreams
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Well, I ride a mail train
Can’t buy a thrill
I’ve been up all night
Leanin on the windowsill
And if I die on top of the hill…
if I don’t make it
, you know my baby will
Don’t the moon look good
Shinin through the trees?
Don’t the brakeman look good
Flagging down the Double E?
Don’t the sun look good
Goin down over the sea?
Don’t my gal look fine
When she’s comin after me?
Now the wintertime is coming
The windows are filled with frost
I went to tell everybody
But I could not get across
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby
I don’t wanna be your boss
Don’t say I never warned you
When your train gets lost
Don’t say I never warned you
When your train gets lost....
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Mya Byrne Oakland, California
Mya Byrne is a badass trans lady who will, who will, rock you.
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