High Hopes
Monday morning runs to Sunday night
Screaming slow me down before the new year dies
It won't take much to kill a lovin' smile
And every mother with a baby cryin' in her arms singin
Give me Help, give me Strength
Give a soul a Night of fearless sleep
Give me love, give me peace
Don't you know these days you pay for everything
Got high hopes
Comin' from the cities, comin' from the wild
I see a breathless army breakin' like a cloud
It's gonna smother love it's gonna shoot your hopes
Before the meek inherit they'll learn to hate themselves
Singin'
Give me help, give me Strength
Give a soul a Night of fearless sleep
Give me love, give me peace
Don't you know these days you pay for everything
Got high hopes
So tell me someone what's the price
I wanna buy some time and maybe live my life
I wanna have a wife I wanna have some kids
I want to look in their eyes and know they're gonna stand a chance
Singin'
Give me Help, give me Strength
Give a soul a Night of fearless sleep
Give me love, give me peace
Don't you know these days you pay for everything
Got high hopes
Text:
Tim Scott McConnell, "Havalina"
Harry’s Place
Downtown hipsters drinking up the drug line
Down in the kitchen working in the coal mine
Got a special sin, mister, you can't quite confess
Messy little problem, maybe baby need a new dress
Razorback diamond you shine too hard
Need a hammer help you handle a little trouble in your backyard
Bring it on down to Harry's Place
When Harry speaks it's Harry's streets, in Harry's house it's Harry's roads
You don't wanna be around, brother, when Harry scolds
It's Harry's car, Harry's wife, Harry's dogs run Harry's town
Your blood and money spit shines Harry's crown
You don't fuck with Harry's money, you don't fuck Harry's girls
These are the rules, this is the world
Bring it on down to Harry's Place
You need a little shot of something, dear, to improve your health
A taste of that one little weakness you allow yourself
You're looking for the key of that box you locked yourself in
Just stood up to the line and be one of Harry's friends
Shadow on the corner, no light, no sign
Nobody on the street 'cept the deaf, dumb, and blind
Now Connor's on the couch, Father McGowan's at the bar
Chief Horden's at the door checking who the fuck you are
C saw Bobby dressed in drag and Mr. Nice
Carry me into a back room and dim the lights
My arms strapped to the table, a thousand angels spinning up the room
A voice whispers in my head, "We do what we must do"
When we bring it on down to Harry's Place
Bring it on down to Harry's Place
Nobody knows his number, nobody knows his name
If he didn't exist, it'd all go on just the same
Bring it on down to Harry's Place
American Skin (41 Shots)
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
(we need some quiet)
41 shots... and we'll take that ride
'Cross this bloody river
To the other side
41 shots... cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Well, is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
(It ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret
(It ain't no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots... Lena gets her son ready for school
She says "On these streets, Charles
You've got to understand the rules
If an officer stops you
Promise me you'll always be polite, that you'll never ever run away
Promise Mama you'll keep your hands in sight"
Well, is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
(It ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret
(It ain't no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it in your heart, is it in your eyes
It ain't no secret
(It ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret
(It ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret
(It ain't no secret)
41 shots... and we'll take that ride
'Cross this bloody river
To the other side
41 shots... got my boots caked in this mud
We're baptized in these waters
(Baptized in these waters)
And in each other's blood
(And in each other's blood)
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
(It ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret
(It ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret
(It ain't no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
You can get killed just for living
You can get killed just for living
You can get killed just for living
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
41 shots
You can get killed just for living
41 shots
You can get killed just for living
41 shots
You can get killed just for living
41 shots
You can get killed just for living
41 shots
You can get killed just for living
41 shots
You can get killed just for living
41 shots
You can get killed just for living...
Just Like Fire Would
One night in a motel room
Eyes cast like steel
I drank the wine they had left on my table
I knew the morning was too far
I smoked my last pack of foreign cigarettes
I stay only to defy
Ihe night was dark and the land is cold
It's frozen right to the bone
And just like fire would, I burn up
Just like fire would
Just like fire would, I burn up
Five hundred miles I have gone today
Tomorrow it's five hundred more
Outside my window the world passes by
It's stranger than a dream
I go to work and I earn my pay load
And the sweat, it falls to the ground
I see you now but we may never meet again, child
The ice is hanging on the door
Text: Chris J. Bailey, "The
Saints"
DOWN IN THE HOLE
Sun comes every Morning, but it ain't no friend
I get dressed and I go back again
The Rain keeps on falling on twisted Bones and Dirt
I'm buried to my Heart here in this hurt
The Fire keeps on burning, you're waiting in the Cold
Down in the Hole, Down in the Hole
Dark and bloody autumn pierces my Heart
The Memory of your Kiss tears me apart
The Sky above is turning, the World below's gone gray
I thought that I could turn and walk away
But the Fire keeps on burning, and I'm working in the Cold
Down in the Hole, Down in the Hole
Radio's crackling with the Headlines
Wind in the Phone lines
The Sun upon your Shoulder
Empty City Skylines
The Day rips apart, a dark and bloody pierced my Heart
I got nothing but Heart and Sky and Sunshine, the things you left behind
I wake to find my City's gone to black
Days just keep on falling
Your Voice keeps on calling
I'm going to dig right here until I get you back
The Fires keep on burning
I'm here with you in the Cold
Down in the Hole, Down in the Hole
HEAVEN'S WALL
Raise your hand, raise your hand, raise your hand
There was a woman waiting at the well
Drawing water 'neath the desert sky blue
She said, "It'll heal the blind, raise the dead, cure the sickness out of you"
Come on men of Gideon
Come on men of Saul
Come on sons of Abraham
We waiting outside heaven's wall
Raise your hand, raise your hand, raise your hand
Raise your hand, raise your hand, raise your hand
And together we'll walk into Canaan land
Raise your hand, raise your hand, raise your hand
He saw a watcher at the city gates
Jonah in the belly of the whale
He watched you walk your ragged mile
His mercy did not fail
Raise your hand, raise your hand, raise your hand
And together we'll walk into Canaan land
Raise your hand, raise your hand, raise your hand
Hey!
Raise your hand, raise your hand, raise your hand
Raise your hand, raise your hand, raise your hand
And together we'll walk into Canaan land
Raise your hand, raise your hand, raise your hand
FRANKIE FELL IN LOVE
Good morning, good morning
The church mouse is snoring
News is out all over town
Frankie fell in Love
Wake up, boys, wake up
You drunken choir boys shake it up
Our Juliet says her Romeo's been found
Frankie fell in Love
World peace's gonna break out
From here on in we're eating take out
She ain't gonna be cooking for the likes of us
Somebody call mama and just tell her
Frankie fell in love
Einstein and Shakespeare
Sitting having a beer
Einstein trying to figure out the number that adds up to this
Shakespeare said, "Man it all starts with a kiss"
Einstein is scratching
Numbers on his napkin
Shakespeare said, "Man, it's just one and one make three
Ah, that's why it's poetry"
World peace's gonna break out
From here on in we're eating take out
She ain't gonna be cooking for the likes of us
Somebody call mama and just tell her
Frankie fell in Love
Glory, glory, it's the same old story
Kid, there ain't nothing anybody can do
It's gonna happen to you just like
Frankie fell in Love
Good evening, good evening
The church mouse is sleeping
News is out all over town
Frankie fell in Love
THIS IS YOUR SWORD
Now Brothers and Sister listen to me
These are the few things that I leave to thee
The Sword of our Fathers with lessons hard taught
The Shield strong and sturdy from battles well fought
This is your Sword, this is your Shield
This is the power of love revealed
Carry them with you wherever you go
And give all the love that you have in your Soul
At times there are dark, dark must cover the earth
This world’s filled with the beauty of God’s work
Hold tight to your brawn, stay righteous, stay strong
When the Days of miracles will come along
This is your Sword, this is your Shield
This is the Power of love revealed
Carry it with you wherever you go, wherever you go
And give all the Love that you have in your Soul
In the Days of despair you can grow hard
‘til you close your Mind and empty your Heart
If you find yourself staring in the Abyss
Hold tight to your loved ones and remember this
This Shield will protect your sacred Heart
The Sword will defend from what comes in the Dark
Should you grow weary on the Battlefield
Well do no despair, our love is real
This is your Sword, this is your Shield
This is the Power of love revealed
Carry it with you wherever you go, wherever you go
And give all the Love that you have in your Soul
And give all the Love that you have in your Soul
Hunter Of Invisible Game
I hauled myself up out of a ditch
I built me an ark out of gopher wood and pitch
Sat down by the roadside and waited on the rain
Honey, I'm the hunter of invisible game
Well I woke last night to the heavy clicking and clack
And a scarecrow on fire along the railroad tracks
There were empty cities and burning plains
Honey, I'm the hunter of invisible game
We all come up a little short and we go down hard
These days I spend my time skipping through the dark
Through the empires of dust I chant your name
Honey, I'm the hunter of invisible game
Through the bone yard we rattled and black smoke we rolled on
Down into the valley where the beast has his throne
I sing my song and I sharpen my blade
Honey, I'm the hunter of invisible game
Strength is vanity and time is illusion
I feel you breathing, the rest is confusion
Your skin touches mine, what else to explain
Honey, I'm the hunter of invisible game
Now pray for yourself and that you may not fall
When the hour of deliverance comes on us all
When high hope and faith and courage and trust
Can rise or vanish like dust and dust
Now there's a kingdom of love waiting to be reclaimed
Honey, I'm the hunter of the invisible game
Honey, I'm the hunter of the invisible game
Honey, I'm the hunter of the invisible game
THE GHOST OF TOM JOAD
Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' some place, there's no goin' back
Highway Patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin' round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sIeepin' in their cars in the southwest
No home, no Job, no peace, no rest
The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls prayer book out of his sleepin' bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
Got a one way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathing in the city aqueduct
The highway is alive tonight
But where It's headed everybody knows
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad
Now Tom Said; "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy"
Wherever a hungry new born baby cries
Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me mom I'll be there
Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a pIace to stand
Or decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes mom you'll see me.
The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad
THE WALL
Cigarettes and a bottle of beer
This poem that I wrote for you
This black stone and these hard tears
Are all I've got left now of you
I remember you in your Marine uniform laughing
Laughing that you're shipping out probably
I read Robert McNamara says he's sorry
You and your boots and black t-shirt
Ah Billy you looked so bad
Ya, you and your rock and roll band
Was the best thing this shit town ever had
Now the man who put you here
He feeds his family in rich dining halls
And apology and forgiveness have no place here at all
At the wall
I'm sorry I missed you last year
I couldn't find no one to drive me
If your eyes could cut through that black stone
Tell me would they recognize me?
For the living, time must be served
Life goes on
Cigarettes and a bottle of beer
Skin on black stone
High School pictures, paper flowers
Ribbon, red as the blood
Ya, as the blood you spilled
In the Central Highlands mud
Now the limousines rush down Pennsylvania Boulevard
As the rain falls
And apology and forgiveness have no place here at all
DREAM BABY DREAM
Dream Baby dream
Dream Baby dream
Dream Baby dream
Dream Baby dream
Forever, and ever
Keep those dreams burnin' Baby
Keep my dreams burnin'... forever
Dream Baby dream
Dream Baby dream
Forever
Dream Baby dream
Dream Baby dream
Dream Baby, dream Baby
Dream Baby dream
Forever
Dream Baby dream
Come on Baby you gotta keep those dreams burnin'
Keep me in dreams
Dream Baby dream
Dream Baby, dream Baby, dream Baby, dream Baby...
I will keep that flame burnin'
Keep that flame burnin'
Forever
Dream Baby dream
Dream Baby dream
Forever, and ever
Forever, and ever
Yeah, hey you know those dreams keep you free Baby
I'll make those dreams come true
Dream Baby, dream Baby, dream Baby...
Forever and ever
Dream Baby dream
I see that smile on your face
Yeah, makes you free
I see that smile
Dream Baby dream
Dream Baby dream
Dream Baby dream
Dream Baby dream
Forever
Text:
Martin Rev and Alan Vega, "Suicide"
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