I try to be nice, I try to be kind
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I try to consider as many as I can at a time
I try to be true to all I will say I will do
God knows all the times I have cried, and the harm that has come from not turning aside
I try to look at the bright side of things, try to be patient and fair
But I guess I'm a fool for hoping you too would take the same kind of care
I try not to judge until I'm crossed by a man
Then I need to assess just how much shit I will stand
Then I try to check all the thoughts in my mind
Before I open my mouth at such a time
And at such a time that I need to conduct
A lesson on how by you I've been fucked
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SAM THE BUTCHER
Sam came from over there
He brought his head of hair
He sailed across the sea
He came to cut the meat
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T'was back in '45
The Axis won't survive
Sam just had had enough
Mussi had bit the dust
Sam turned his black shirts in
Admitted he had sinned
He never quite believed
No. he was just deceived
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Sam, for his future hope
He genuflects the Pope
Before he climbs aboard
He bends to kiss the shore
Sam will come back some day
And with vacation pay
His thoughts of liberty
He'll plant across the sea
YOU'RE MINE
Under a Van Gogh sky was I
Cobalt tumult billowing high
Fissuring mountains crack and roll
Stark colored torrent immerses the shoal
I catch up a shard for a palette knife
Open a vein in the back of my mind
As it starts to rain I close my eyes
Decipher the colors, disentangle the lies
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A starlight led forest in the heart of the night
I flow where it pulses, knowing I'll find
What needs to be seen, what needs to be sung
What I need to believe, what I need to become
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You best leave me alone, while I finish this song
Don't need you to show me how this is done
My soul is wired, got my own satellite
The serpent is squirming, tonight I'm watching the fight
chorus
The fire is crackling, and smelling real fine
The lamb is roasting and they're pouring the wine
So you coming in? No, I ain't coming out
Had enough of this draft, have to close the door now
THE FROZEN RIVER
Chauncey Shaw became a man today
A cold black hand in a frozen gray
Way on down at the river bank
He had heard about it, but he had never drank
A thawing crack, an infant breath
A glacial wrap, a shawl of death
Two human beings, all slumped and drenched
One thousand bucks, or celestial wealth
Chauncey Shaw became a fugitive
An angel's hands erased his step
Forever stalked by Satan's deputies
Through the trailless haunts of his soulless being
America, what have you learned
What frozen bank thwarts your concern
Kentucky's hills are no more far away today
Than anywhere in this frozen gray
FORGIVE DON'T FORGET FORGIVE, DON'T FORGET
YOU DON'T NEED TO BE THAT UPSET
YOU WERE RIGHT, HE WAS WRONG
YOU SHOULD BOTH JUST MOVE
YOU DON'T NEED TO BELIEVE
HIS APOLOGY - IT CAN DECEIVE
YOU DON'T NEED TO FORGET IT
IF YOU DO, YOU MIGHT REGRET IT
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DON'T FORGIVE AND FORGET
WELL, THEN, YOU'RE JUST AN IDIOT
FORGIVE AND FORGET
IS NOT MUCH BETTER THAN THAT
chorus
DON'T FORGET, BUT DO FORGIVE
THAT'S THE BETTER WAY TO LIVE
ANGRY HOT TURNS TO BITTER COLD
DONE ENOUGH, A LIFELESS SOUL
SHE LOOKS LIKE JEAN
She looks like jean
A little around the eyes
Maybe the way she did
15 years gone by
She looks like Jean
With the strawberry hair
And lips from a dream of her
Before you knew she was here
When you were alone
In a dank basement room
Alone and adrift
On a whiskey river moon
Perhaps you saw her there
She kissed your eyes and twirled your hair
Lit your smoke, told you a joke
Your laughter shook the river air
She looks like Jean
Oh really, she doesn't?
She looks like Jean
That's the way I see it cousin
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I hear the sound of shackles on a breeze
Blowing down a dusty road of memory
It leads me in, release the beast
I see its eyes and feel its teeth
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Oh my son, what do you see
Do you see love up in the trees?
It comes and soothes my aching mind
Leaves you with a smile in kind
SPEEDY DEPALMA SOLD HIS POOR MAMA
FOR A TURBO-CHARGED HOT AIR BALLOON
TOOK A YEAR OFF FROM WORK
AND HIS FAMILY HE DID SHIRK
TO BREAK THE RECORD TO THE MOON
SPEEDY DEPALMA COULD TELL YOU QUITE CALMLY
" YES, I KNOW I'M A LOON.
ADRENELINE RULES MY LIFE,
I'D EVEN SELL MY WIFE,
IT'S WORSE THAN A NEEDLE AND A SPOON."
SPEEDY DEPALMA BREAKS FREE OF EARTH'S GRAVITY
HE HAS FINALLY OVERCOME HIS MEDIOCRITY
IN THE BLACKNESS OF SPACE
HE WIPES THE FROST FROM HIS FACE
SO HE CAN FEEL THE GREAT VELOCITY
SPEEDY DEPALMA'S FACE IMPRINTS THE LUNAR DUST
ALL OF HIS TEETH HE DOES QUITE BUST
IN AN ADRENALINE HAZE
HE COUNTS UP THE DAYS
TO LEARN THAT THE RECORD HE HAS CRUSHED
SHADRASH, MESHACH, AND ABEDNEGO
SHADRASH, MESHACH, AND ABEDNEGO
WERE UNDERSTANDABLY FEELING A LITTLE BIT LOW
GETTING RATHER HOT, WASN'T A WHOLE LOT OF TIME TO GO
TIED AND BOUND AND LYING ON THE GROUND, WATCHING THE SUNSET GOING DOWN
LISTENING TO THE CRACKLING WORDS OF THE FIERY FURNACE’S MOUTH
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SHADRASH, MESHACH, AND ABEDNEGO
THOUGH IN DIRE STRAITS, THOUGHT IT A JOKE
NEBUCHADNEZZAR WAS GOING BESERK. NEVERTHELESS, THOUGHT HE A JERK
LAUGHING SO HARD THEY COULD HARDLY THINK, LAUGHING SO HARD THEY COULD HARDLY SPEAK
THEY SAID, " YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME? YOU'RE SUCH A BUNCH OF FREAKS! "
CHORUS
SHADRASH, MESHACH, AND ABEDNEGO
SAID, " SAVE YOUR BREATH KING, COME ON, LET'S GO.
POP US IN THE FIERY FURNACE, WE INVITE THE TRUTH TO BURN US.
NOW WE DON'T MIND ALL THIS DANCIN' AND A SINGIN', WE DON’T MIND ALL THIS SWINGIN’ AND A’FLINGIN’ KING
BUT WE WON’T BOW BEFORE AN IMAGE OF YOUR THING-A-LING A-LING"
Flay my skin and bake my bones
When all I can is said and done
Lay me down in earth and stone
Yet I will serve and be your drum
When right is twisted into wrong
When sweet reason to delirium
When simple truth the fool denies
Pulls the switch with flimsy lies
Lay me down in earth and stone
Yet I will serve and be your drum
Hope is a word quite relative my friend
Loses its meaning without darkness and death
Did you expect something other, was there something you missed?
Did you want something other than what was promised
I can offer you nothing but what's already been said
What's the point of repeating what you fully reject?
So let's go about this the other way
One more final and grand display
SKI’S FOR SALE, AN EXTRA PHONE
A TAP AND DIE, SOME CHEAP COLOGNE
AN UNSMOKED PIPE, A COLEMAN STOVE
A BOWIE KNIFE, AN UNSUNG MICROPHONE
I LOVE YOU DAD, I LOVE YOU STILL
CAN’T SEE HOW NOW THIS IS GOD’S WILL
SO YOU PICK UP THE PIECES
SWEPT INTO A PILE
ARRANGED ON THE TABLE
TO SEE WHAT IS STILL WORTHWHILE
AND YOU PICTURE AN IMAGE
OF WHAT IT USED TO BE
NOW A MUDDLED ABSTRACTION
OR IS IT NOW STRUCTURALLY FREE
CHORUS
THERE ARE THINGS MUCH BIGGER
THAN OUR FRAIL UNFORTIFIED DENS
SO JUST HOW DO YOU FIGURE
WHEN THE BLOW WILL BE COMING AGAIN
AND WHAT DOES IT MATTER
IF IT HAS NO CHANCE TO STAND
WE JUST GET TO WATCH IT SHATTER
AND TAKE ACCOUNT OF WHERE IT ALL LANDS
CHORUS
GOD ALONE KNOWS
THE BEGINNING AND END
GOD ALONE KNOWS
THE PURPOSE FOR WHICH WE’VE COME OUT OF HIM
GOD ALONE KNOWS
WHAT WE’VE COME TO BE
GOD ALONE KNOWS
HOW TO SET OUR FIRST LOVE FREE
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