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By the waters, the waters of Babylon
We sat down and wept, and wept for thee Zion We remember, we remember, we remember thee Zion By the waters, the waters of Babylon We sat down and wept, and wept for thee Zion We remember, we remember, we remember thee Zion We remember, we remember, we remember thee Zion We remember, we remember, we remember thee Zion Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to All on that day Run to the rock, rock was a meltin' Run to the rock, rock was a meltin' Run to the rock, rock was a meltin' All on that day Run to the sea, sea was a boilin' Run to the sea, sea was a boilin' Run to the sea, sea was a boilin' All on that day Run to the moon, moon was a bleedin' Run to the moon, moon was a bleedin' Run to the moon, moon was a bleedin' All on that day Run to the Lord, Lord won't you hide me? Run to the Lord, Lord won't you hide me? Run to the Lord, Lord won't you hide me? All on that day Lord said 'Sinner man, you oughta be a prayin'' Lord said 'Sinner man, you oughta be a prayin'' Lord said 'Sinner man, you oughta be a prayin'' All on that day Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to All on that day |
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| 4:34 |
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The crops are all in, the peaches are rotting
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps They're flying us back to the Mexican border To pay all our money just to wade back again Some of us are illegal and some are not wanted Our work contract's out and we have to move on 600 miles to that Mexican border They chase us like outlaws, like thieves on the run chorus Goodbye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be deportee The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon A fireball of lightning that shook all the hills Who are these friends now all scattered like dry leaves? The radio says they are just deportees chorus We died in your hills, we died in your deserts We died in your valleys and we died on your plains We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes Both sides of the river, we died just the same Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards? Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit? To fall like dry leaves and to rot on the topsoil And be called by no name except deportees? chorus |
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| 4:09 |
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| 6. |
| 3:26 |
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Excerpt from 'Talking Union' Words by Lee Hayes, Millard Lampell and Pete Seeger - inspired by Woody Guthrie's 'Talking Dustbowl'. 'Talking Union' ©1958 Stormking Music, Inc., BMI
Lately I've been picking up strange vibrations I hear my music now on oldies stations 'Put out a CD called 'the best of what I was' My picture's on the cover and no one knows Just when you think you've got the wisdom of the ages Nobody seems to want to turn your pages I used to think I was the cat's pajamas Now I'm about as hip as Fernando Lamas (cause I'm) Old enough Old enough to be your father Old enough Old enough (and then some) And now my kids are taking me to the shows There's hip-hop, rap, grunge music I don't know I like to think I'm still part of the crowd But, how can they hear the lyrics When the music is so loud?! I dig rock and roll music (I been saying that for a while) But I wonder if you knew That rhythm & blues begat the rock and roll style? And just like that, way before rap, Woody Guthrie spread the news He told it straight, let us relate This Talking Union Blues: Well if you want higher wages, let me tell you what to do You've got to talk to the workers in the shop with you You got to build you a union, got to make it strong But if you all stick together, boys, it won't be long You get shorter hours, better working conditions Vacations with pay, take the kids to the seashore Well I remember I was seventeen I was a Birmingham High School rock and roll king The paper talked about how I'd strut my stuff I'd like to read it, but my arms aren't long enough I kinda like my new senior status I don't even care what the latest fad is My g-generation's rediscovered me And now I'm on the cover of modern maturity |
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| 4:51 |
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On the corner there's this nice man
His name is Mark, He's always smiling He's got this mom who comes on Wednesdays In the evening with soup so steaming He shares his house with his friend Martin They're not brothers, they're not cousins My little girl wonders all about these men I take hold of her hand, and I begin chorus: Home is where the heart is No matter how the heart lives Inside your heart where love is That's where you've got to make yourself At home Across the yard live Deb and Tricia With their tools and ladders And their room addition My kid yells over, 'Are ya having a baby?' They wink and smile, they say, 'Someday maybe.' But through their doors go kids and mommies Funny how you don't see the daddies go in My little girl wonders 'Bout this house with no men, I take hold of her hand And I begin chorus 'Round the corner, here comes Martin He's alone now, he tries smiling He roams around his well stocked kitchen He knows that fate will soon be coming My little girl wonders where he will live I take hold of her hand and I begin chorus Martin sits and waits with his windows open His house is empty, his heart is broken We bring him toys and watercolors He loves to hear my little baby's stories She's the gift I share She's his companion She's the string on the kite She guides him into the wind My little girl wonders who will care for him We take hold of his hand and we begin |
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| 6:20 |
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| 4:04 |
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Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine.
He never drank water, he always drank wine. His bridle was silver, his mane it was gold. And the worth of his saddle has never been told. Oh the fairgrounds were crowded, and Stewball was there But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare. And a-way up yonder, ahead of them all, Came a-prancin′ and a-dancin′ my noble Stewball. I bet on the grey mare, I bet on the bay If I′d have bet on ol′ Stewball, I′d be a free man today. Oh the hoot owl, she hollers, and the turtle dove moans. I′m a poor boy in trouble, I′m a long way from home. Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine. He never drank water,he always drank wine. |
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| 4:49 |
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In the beginning, as life became form,
The oceans heaved, the mountains were cleaved, The firmament stormed. At the center of being, immensely small Was the master of now, don't ask me how The Love of it all And the seasons were many. Creation was new. And there on a tree (deceptively free) A forbidden fruit Upon leaving the garden, after the fall, One thing was clear; we chose not to hear The Love of it all But for the Love of it all I would go anywhere. To the ends of the earth, What is it worth if Love would be there? Walking the thin line between fear and the call One learns to bend and finally depend On the Love of it all 'Irresistible targets' I heard someone say. They were speaking of angels Who are so courageous day after day Gunned down on a highway (as we often recall) I hear a scream; I have a dream The Love of it all Still the world is in labor, She groans in travail. She cries with the eagle, the dolphin, She sighs in the song of the whale. While the heart of her people Prays at the wall. A spirit inside is preparing a bride For the Love of it all For the Love of it all, Like the stars and the sun, We are hearts on the rise, Separate eyes with the vision of one. No valley too deep, no mountain too tall, We can turn back the night with merely the light From the Love of it all. And so we are marching to 'to give peace a chance' Brother and sister as one in this mystery dance. Long ago on a hilltop where now the curious crawl A man on a cross paid the ultimate cost For the Love of it all For the Love of it all We are gathered by grace We have followed our hearts To take up our parts In this time and place. Hands for the harvest, Hear the centuries call: It is still not too late to come celebrate The Love of it all 'Eli, eli, lemana shabakthani' The Love of it all |
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| 5:01 |
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| 3:42 |
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There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many poor girls And me, oh God, am one If you had listened to what your momma said You'd be at home today But I was young and foolish, oh Lord You let a gambler lead you astray Go tell my baby sister Don't do as I have done But shun that house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun I'm going back to New Orleans Your race is almost run I'm going back to lay my head Beneath that rising sun There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many poor girls And me, I'm one, oh God And me, oh God, am one You poor girl, you are one |
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| 5:18 |
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| 4:47 |
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I traveled the banks of the River of Jordan
To find where it flows to the sea. I looked in the eyes of the cold and the hungry And I saw I was looking at me. I wanted to know if life had a purpose And what it all means in the end. In the silence I listened to voices inside me And they told me again and again. The is only one river. There is only one sea. And it flows through you, and it flows through me. There is only one people. We are one and the same. We are all one spirit. We are all one name. We are the father, mother, daughter and son. From the dawn of creation, we are one. We are one. Every blade of grass on the mountain Every drop in the sea Every cry of a newborn baby Every prayer to be free Every hope at the end of a rainbow Every song ever sung Is a part of the family of woman and man And that means everyone. We are only one river. We are only one sea. And it flows through you, and it flows through me. We are only one people. We are one and the same. We are all one spirit. We are all one name. We are the father, mother, daughter and son From the dawn of creation, we are one. We are one. |
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