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| 1. |
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Instrumental
("I stepped outside of my little house and stood barefoot on a rock. The pacific ocean rolled towards me. Across the bay, a family of seals sprawled on the kelp uncovered by the low tide. A blue heron honked overhead. All around the house the wild roses were blooming. The air smelled sweet and salty and loud with crows and bees. My house was clean. I had food in the fridge for a week. I sat outside 'til the sun went down. That night the piano beckoned for the first time in ten years. My fingers found these patterns which express what words could not. This song poured out while a brown bear rummaged through my garbage cans. The song has seven verses constructed for the days of that happy week. On Thursday the bear arrives.") |
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| 2. |
| 3:54 |
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Sparkle on the ocean
Eagle at the top of a tree Those crazy crows always making a commotion This land is home to me. I was talking to my neighbor He said, "When I get to heaven, if it is not like this, I'll just hop a cloud and I'm coming right back down here Back to this heavenly bliss." You see those lovely hills They won't be there for long They're gonna tear 'em down And sell them to California Here come the toxic spills Miners poking all around When this place looks like a moonscape Don't say I didn't warn ya... Money, money, money... Money makes the trees come down It makes mountains into molehills Big money kicks the wide wide world around. Black bear in the orchard At night he's in my garbage cans He's getting so bold but no one wants to shoot him He's got a right to roam this land. I feel like Geronimo I used to be as trusting as Cochise But the white eyes lies He's out of whack with nature And look how far his weapons reach! Spirit of the water Give us all the courage and the grace To make genius of this tragedy unfolding The genius to save this place. |
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| 3. |
| 4:04 |
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Holy war
Genocide Suicide Hate and cruelty... How can this be holy? If I had a heart I'd cry. These ancient tales... The good go to heaven And the wicked ones burn in hell... Ring the funeral bells! If I had a heart I'd cry. There's just too many people now Too little land Much too much desire You feel so feeble now It's so out of hand Big bombs and barbed wire We've set our lovely sky Our lovely sky On fire! There's just too many people now And too little land Too much rage and desire It makes you feel so feeble now It's so out of hand- Big bombs and barbed wire... Can't you see Our destiny? We are making this Earth Our funeral pyre! Holy Earth How can we heal you? We cover you like a blight... Strange birds of appetite... If I had a heart I'd cry. If I had a heart I'd cry. If I had a heart I'd cry. |
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| 4. |
| 3:43 |
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Hana steps out of a storm
Into a stranger's warm, but Hard-up kitchen. She sees what must be done So she takes off her coat Rolls up her sleeves And starts pitchin' in. Hana has a special knack For getting people back on the right track 'Cause she knows They all matter So she doesn't argue or flatter She doesn't fight the slights She takes it on the chin Like a champ Hana says when life's a drag Don't cave in Don't put up a white flag Raise up A white banner In this manner- Straighten your back Dig in your heals And get a good grip on your grief! Hana says, "Don't get me wrong This is no simple Sunday song Where God or Jesus comes along And they save ya." You've got to be braver than that You tackle the beast alone With all its tenacious teeth! Light the lamp. |
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| 5. |
| 5:40 |
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The cats are in the flower bed
A red hawk rides the sky I guess I should be happy Just to be alive... But we have poisoned everything And oblivious to it all The cell phone zombies babble Through the shopping malls While condors fall from Indian skies Whales beach and die in sand... Bad dreams are good In the great plan. You cannot be trusted Do you even know you're lying It's dangerous to kid yourself You go deaf and dumb and blind. You take with such entitlement. You give bad attitude. You have no grace No empathy No gratitude You have no sense of consequence Oh my head is in my hands... Bad dreams are good In the great plan. Before that altering apple We were one with everything No sense of self and other No self-consciousness. But now we have to grapple With our man-made world backfiring Keeping one eye on our brother's deadly selfishness. And everyone's a victim! Nobody's hands are clean. There's so very little left of wild Eden Earth So near the jaws of our machines. We live in these electric scabs. These lesions once were lakes. No one knows how to shoulder the blame Or learn from past mistakes... So who will come to save the day? Mighty Mouse? Superman? Bad dreams are good in the great plan. |
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| 6. |
| 2:46 |
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They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hotspot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone? They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop, shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) They took all the trees, put them in a tree museum And they charged the people A dollar and a half just to see 'em Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone? They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop, shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) Hey farmer, farmer, put away the DDT now Give me spots on my apples But leave me the birds and the bees, please Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till its gone? They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop, shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) Late last night, I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi took away my old man Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone? They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) I said, don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone? They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) They paved paradise, put up a parking lot Ah ha ha ha |
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| 4:37 |
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The tour bus came yesterday
The driver's a mess today It's a dump of a destiny But it's got a view... Now the kid in the see-through blouse Is moving in hard on his holy vows... Since the preacher's not dead Dead drunk will have to do! Night of the iguana The jasmine is so mercilessly sweet Night of the iguana Can you hear the castanets? The widow is dancing Down on the beach The starlight is steaming He'd like to be dreaming His senses are screaming Not to be denied... But if the spell of the night should win He could lose his bus For the same sweet sin That took his church from him Then how will he survive? Night of the iguana The jasmine is so mercilessly sweet Night of the iguana Can you hear the castanets? It's the widow and her lover-boys Down on the beach The night is so fragrant These women so flagrant They could make him a vagrant With the flick of a shawl. The devil's in sweet sixteen The widow's good looking but she gets mean He's burning like Augustine With no help from God at all |
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| 4:03 |
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Strong and wrong you win--
Only because That's the way its always been. Men love war! That's what history' s for. History... A mass--murder mystery... His story Strong and wrong You lose everything Without the heart You need To hear a robin sing Where have all the songbirds gone? Gone! All I hear are crows in flight Singing might is right Might is right! Oh the dawn of man comes slow Thousands of years And here we are... Still worshiping Our own ego Strong and wrong What is God's will? Onward Christian soldiers... Or thou shall not kill... Men love war! Is that what God is for? Just a Rabbit's foot? Just a lucky paw For shock and awe? Shock and awe! The dawn of man comes slow Thousands of years Here we are Still worshiping Our own ego Strong and Wrong! Strong and Wrong! |
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| 9. |
| 7:28 |
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Oh let your little light shine
Let your little light shine Shine on Vegas and Wall Street Place your bets Shine on the fishermen With nothing in their nets Shine on rising oceans and evaporating seas Shine on our Frankenstein technologies Shine on science With its tunnel vision Shine on fertile farmland Buried under subdivisions Let your little light shine Let your little light shine Shine on the dazzling darkness That restores us in deep sleep Shine on what we throw away And what we keep Shine on Reverend Pearson Who threw away The vain old God kept Dickens and Rembrandt and Beethoven And fresh plowed sod Shine on good earth, good air, good water And a safe place For kids to play Shine on bombs exploding Half a mile away Let your little light shine Let your little light shine Shine on world-wide traffic jams Honking day and night Shine on another asshole Passing on the right! Shine on the red light runners Busy talking on their cell phones Shine on the Catholic Church And the prisons that it owns Shine on all the Churches They all love less and less Shine on a hopeful girl In a dreamy dress Let your little light shine Let your little light shine Shine on good humor Shine on good will Shine on lousy leadership Licensed to kill Shine on dying soldiers In patriotic pain Shine on mass destruction In some god's name! Shine on the pioneers Those seekers of mental health Craving simplicity They traveled inward Past themselves... May all their little lights shine |
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| 10. |
| 5:33 |
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If you can keep your head
While all about you People are losing theirs and blaming you If you can trust yourself When everybody doubts you And make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait And not get tired of waiting And when lied about Stand tall Don't deal in lies And when hated Don't give in to hating back Don't need to look so good Don't need to talk too wise. If you can dream And not make dreams your master If you can think And not make intellect your game If you can meet With triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same If you can force your heart And nerve and sinew To serve you After all of them are gone And so hold on When there is nothing in you Nothing but the will That's telling you to hold on! Hold on! If you can bear to hear The truth you've spoken Twisted and misconstrued By some smug fool Or watch your life's work Torn apart and broken down And still stoop to build again With worn out tools. If you can draw a crowd And keep your virtue Or walk with Kings And keep the common touch If neither enemies nor loving friends Can hurt you If everybody counts with you But none too much. If you can fill the journey Of a minute With sixty seconds worth of wonder and delight Then The Earth is yours And Everything that's in it But more than that I know You'll be alright You'll be alright. Cause you've got the fight You've got the insight You've got the fight You've got the insight |
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