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| 1. |
| 4:47 | 
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<i>[Bob Dylan cover]</i>
Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth He can do with it as he please And if things don't change soon, he will Oh, man has invented his doom First step was touching the moon Now there's a woman on my block She just sit there as the night grow still She say who gonna take away his license to kill Now, they take him and they teach him And they groom him for life And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill Then they bury him with stars Sell his body like they do used cars Now there's a woman on my block She just sit there facin' the hill She say who gonna take away his license to kill Now, he's hell bent for destruction He's afraid and confused And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill All he believes are his eyes And his eyes they just tell him lies But there's a woman on my block Sitting there in a cold chill She say who gonna take away his license to kill May be noisemaker, spirit maker Heartbreaker, backbreaker Leave no stone unturned May be an actor in a plot That might be all that you got Till your error you clearly learn Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool And when he sees his reflection he's fulfilled Oh, man is opposed to fair play He wants it all and he wants it his way Now, there's a woman on my block She just sit there as the night grow still She say who gonna take away his license to kill |
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| 2. |
| 4:03 |
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[Traditional]
He was just a blue-eyed boston boy His voice was low with pain I'll do your bidding commrad mine If i ride back again But if you ride back and i am dead You'll do as much for me Mother, you know, must hear the news So write to her tenderly She's a-waiting at home like a patient saint Her fallen face paled with woe Her heart would be broken when i am gone I'll see her soon, i know. Just then the order came to charge For an instant hand touched hand They sayed "aye" and away they rode That brave and devoted band Straight was the course to the top of the hill And the rebels they shot and shelled Plowed furroughs of death through the toiling ranks And guarded them as they fell There soon was a horrible dying yell From heights that they could not gain And those who doom and death had spared Rode slowly back again But among the dead that were left on the hill Was the boy with curly hair The tall dark man who fought by his side Lay dead beside him there Well there was was no one to write to the blue-eyed girl The words that her lover had said While mother at home is awaiting her boy She'll only know he's dead She'll only know he's dead |
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| 3. |
| 5:19 |
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September skies,
Bodies falling Never again will you catch me admiring Those vast september skies. October skies, Hate is flying. Crimson leaves slowly falling From azure october skies. Time to kill our children And sing about it. Let's all kill our children And sing about it. November skies, Heart is sinking. No telling where they're leading These grey november skies. Time to kill our children And sing about it. Let's all kill our children And sing about it. December skies, star will be rising. Will we heed those lessons ringing Through those dark december skies. Time to kill our children And sing about it. Let's all kill our children And sing about it. |
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| 4. |
| 5:08 |
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Try to find the reference
It makes no difference to me. Draw your own conclusions, Add to my confusion if you please. The time for concessions And midnight confessions is long gone. I'll sit here in the silence And wait for all the violence to engulf me. I hate to take the easy way out, now people, But options are closing down fast. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Vengeance has been tasted, Hatred cultivated, Its an old game. Everyone gets fatter, People choose what matters, There's no shame. I hate to take the easy way out, now people, But options are closing down fast. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Simple as a folk tale, Deadly as a stairwell, It surrounds you. Stupid men and bastards Always bite their masters. They will get you. I hate to take the easy way out, now people, But options are closing down fast. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. This world dreams of |
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| 5. |
| 4:00 |
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[Bruce Springsteen cover]
Saigon, it was all gone The same coke machines as the streets i grew on Down a mesquite canyon we come walking along the ridge Me and the brothers under the bridge Campsite's an hour's walk from the nearest road to town Up here there's too much brush and canyon for the chp choppers to touch down Ain't lookin' for nothin', just wanna live Me and the brothers under the bridge Come the santa ana's, man, that dry brush'll light Billy devon got burned up in his own campfire one winter night We buried his body in the white stone high up along the ridge Me and the brothers under the bridge Had enough of town and the street life Over nothing you end up on the wrong end of someone's knife Now i don't want no trouble and i ain't got none to give Me and the brothers under the bridge I come home in '72 You were just a beautiful light in your mama's dark eyes of blue I stood down on the tarmac, i was just a kid Me and the brothers under the bridge Come veteran's day i sat in the stands in my dress blues I held your mother's hand when they passed with the red, white and blue One minute you're right there . . . Then something slips . . . |
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| 6. |
| 4:09 |
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[Bruce Springsteen cover]
Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall Mama's in the kitchen, baby and all Everything is everything Everything is everything But you're missing Coffee cups on the counter, jackets on the chair Papers on the doorstep, you're not there Everything is everything Everything is everything But you're missing Pictures on the nightstand, tv's on in the den Your house is waiting, your house is waiting For you to walk in, for you to walk in But you're missing, you're missing You're missing when I shut out the lights You're missing when I close my eyes You're missing when I see the sun rise You're missing Children are asking if it's alright Will you be in our arms tonight? Morning is morning, the evening falls I got Too much room in my bed, too many phone calls How's everything, everything? Everything, is everything you're missing, you're missing God's drifting in heaven, devil's in the mailbox I got dust on my shoes, nothing but teardrops |
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| 7. |
| 8:27 |
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[Richie Havens cover]
You can talk about your neighbor You can grab him by the collar You can hurt him only if he hollers "let me go?-let me go" But we all know that's old-fashioned And it can only lead to pain Where we might end up on the corner Taking handouts in the rain You can bomb your foreign brother You can hurt him until he dies You can kill him until he never asks you why You're on his land?-you're on his land But we all know that's all over And that can only lead to blame Where we might end up for our country Taking handouts in the rain You can trample on your sister You can hurt her only if she cries You can hurt her only if she cares With all her heart?-with all her heart But we all know she'd be a mother And that could only lead to shame Where she might end up for her children Taking handouts in the rain Teach your children stories You can fill them full of lies You can make them all despise One another?-one another But when they all find out later And they call us by our rightful names And send us shamefully to old age Taking handouts in the rain Taking handouts in the rain Taking handouts in the rain |
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| 8. |
| 5:51 |
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Isn't it a pity
Now, isn't it a shame How we break each other's hearts And cause each other pain How we take each other's love Without thinking anymore Forgetting to give back Isn't it a pity Some things take so long But how do i explain When not too many people Can see we're all the same And because of all their tears Their eyes can't hope to see The beauty that surrounds them Isn't it a pity Isn't it a pity Isn't is a shame How we break each other's hearts And cause each other pain How we take each other's love Without thinking anymore Forgetting to give back Isn't it a pity Forgetting to give back Isn't it a pity Forgetting to give back Now, isn't it a pity |
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| 9. |
| 5:01 |
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[Traditional]
No more my lord No more my lord Lord i'll never turn back, no more I have found in him Many resting place And he has made me glad No more my lord No more my lord Lord i'll never turn back, no more. Jesus, the man i am looking for Can you tell me where He has gone? Go down, go down In my flower yard And perhaps you may find Find him there. |
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| 10. |
| 7:30 |
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[John Lennon cover]
Well i don't wanna be a soldier mamma, i don't wanna die Well i don't wanna be a sailor mamma, i don't wanna fly Well i don't wanna be a failure mamma, i don't wanna cry Well i don't wanna be a soldier mamma, i don't wanna die Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no Well i don't wanna be a rich man mamma, i don't wanna cry Well i don't wanna be a poor man mamma, i don't wanna fly Well i don't wanna be a lawyer mamma, i don't wanna lie Well i don't wanna be a soldier mamma, i don't wanna die Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no Well i don't wanna be a beggar mamma, i don't wanna die Well i don't wanna be a theif now mamma, i don't wanna fly Well i don't wanna be a churchman mamma, i don't wanna cry Well i don't wanna be a soldier mamma, i don't wanna die Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no Hit it! Well i don't wanna be a soldier mamma, i don't wanna die Well i don't wanna be a sailor mamma, i don't wanna fly Well i don't wanna be a failure mamma, i don't wanna cry Well i don't wanna be a soldier mamma, i don't wanna die Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no I'm tilting on the break of shit Decisions making in my life Makes me loose it i ain't taking it this way i ain't making it There n mistakes but if i'm wrong i will pay for it Like them bills i hate to pay Today i stay brave to win every day i'm a soldier I don't wanna die. I ain't know killer either So why does mama cry? She needs to feed her child But she's a child in her father's eyes Ya'll better recognize The power parents recking with Does it make sense to make way for censorship? It's brains we messing with Across the planes we got kids n chains and whips Who live their lives censor less but we couldn't give a shit. I don't wanna lie Cheaters will cheat Some will rather reach jesus Before meeting defeat I think it's easy to see i you be seeing these streets Sometimes my eyes Can't believe what they see, On tv, young like me sent over seas Sent over greed i believe Is this what we need? Yo these guys like me. To add fire to the fuel Life twisted my views Just from flicking the news I gives me the early 21st century blues But we making it threw Make what you make it You can't redo what you do I'm the living proof making it threw the 21st century blues Peace. |
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| 11. |
| 5:11 |
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[U2 cover]
Is it getting better Or do you feel the same Will it make it easier on you now You've got someone to blame You say one love one life When its one need in the night one love we get to share it It leaves you baby if you dont care for it Did i disappoint you Or leave a bad taste in your mouth You act like you never had love And you want me to go without Well it's too late tonight To drag the past out into the light We're one, but we're not the same We get to carry each other carry each other one Have you come here for forgiveness? Have you come to raise the dead? Have you come here to play jesus To the lepers in your head? Did i ask too much more than a lot You gave me nothing now it's all i got We're one but we're not the same Well we hurt each other then we do it again You say love is a temple, love a higher law Love is a temple, love the higher law You ask me to enter, but then you make me And i can't be holding on to what When all you got is hurt one love one blood One life you got to do what you should One life with each othersisters brothers One life but we're not the same We get to carry each other carry each other one |
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