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Good Things Will Come
03:25
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V1-Said the farmer to his son,
when the planting was just begun
"That fallow field so parched and brown,
it soon will be green and fertile ground.
With a little rain, and a little sun,
and a little help from everyone-good things will come"
Cho: Good things will come (4x)
V2-Said the blackbird to the wren,
"See the fox hunting that ole' hen?
Let’s make some noise, let’s make some sound,
so the hen will know that he's around."
So with cheerful chirps and beating wings,
they did their part to save their friend, so good things come. (Cho)
V3-See the woman on the city bus?
She chose to sit for all of us.
Or the courage of a single man,
who simply kneels while others stand.
It’s no small act, this humble thing,
when it’s the spark to start the flame,
so good things come. (Cho)
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2. |
Thoughts and Prayers
04:30
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Another school, more children have died.
Just one more, like the last.
Just one more, they come too fast.
Thoughts and prayer, don't mean a thing.
Thoughts and prayers, won't lead to change.
Thoughts and prayers-its just a game.
V2-Another day, but the story's the same.
Another school, a new list of names.
More victims to demonize,
same narrative cloaked in lies, their lies…
BR-Thoughts for the children who want to live,
And prayers that they forgive
all the ways we've let them down;
And pray, pray for change . . .
to the laws that keep us safe;
to the people we elect;
to the hearts of those who lead;
to the companies that make us bleed.
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3. |
If Statues Could Speak
04:34
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V1-They made a park out of my grave
After my people they had slain.
They carved my image out of stone,
Then they placed it on a hilltop alone.
V2-I had a woman and a son.
I had a family, like their own.
All my arrows and my innocence,
no match for their guns and ignorance.
Ref: If I could speak, what would I say?
If these stone lips could move,
What would it prove anyway?
V3-Who was the first in this place?
Not their people, but my race.
Ask the wind, or the stars, or the gentle rain,
or the whispering stream that bears my name (Ref)
V4-Naxuhàni ala hate (I am alone forever)
Nteshwasihena ala hate (We lived through it)
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4. |
Rings Around Saturn
04:08
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V1-There's a spot on Mars.
You can see it if you look really hard.
It’s easy to miss.
Like the lover that you never did kiss.
Ref: But I can see the rings 'round Saturn;
cosmic rock and dust in golds and reds.
Beautiful from far way, but so very dead.
V2-Once I thought I knew,
the universe was made of me and you.
But love without end,
's'no guarantee you won't be alone again. (Ref)
Br-Will there be another time or place for you or me?
Will there be?
V3-We let go balloons,
watched them as they drifted out into space.
Then they disappeared,
like the things we love, without a trace. (Ref)
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5. |
Bourbon and Men
02:56
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V1-I like my bourbon like I like my men-
Strong, not too neat, with some rocks thrown in.
I like things that make me burn and sweat,
And hard livin’ with no regrets.
Ref: Oh my aching head-
Why’s that bottle in my bed?
I like the things that aren’t good for me-
I like you and Kentucky whiskey.
V2-I like wild storms when wind shakes my house;
the thrill of wondering ‘will this work out?’
Kinda how it feels when I’m loving you-
Not quite sure what you're gonna do. (Ref)
V3-I like the quiet in the dark of night
with only my thoughts to hold me tight.
I liked you better when you went away.
Why it hurts still, can't hardly say. (Ref)
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6. |
Still Burning
04:21
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V1-There’s a town where the pavement burns
and sulphur rises up from the ground.
No one lives there anymore,
all the houses have been torn down.
It started a long time ago-
a match and some trash down a coal-mining hole.
Now there's no returning, while the fire's still burning.
V2-My life's a lot like that ghost-town,
something slipped the rails in my teens.
Pot and addy's with my friends,
led to bigger not better things.
I went wrong a long time ago-
a match and some hash then down the junkie's hole-
Now there's no returning while the fire's still burning.
Br-I aint seen my daughter since '08;
they say her daddy has gone straight.
Sometimes I think what might have been,
but that just gets my eyes burning.
V3-They closed the clinic by the park,
now I have to work to get a fix.
Not much joy in this life
when all there is is doing tricks.
I gave up a long time ago-
no match for the smack, can't climb out of this hole.
Now there's no returning while the fire's still burning.
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7. |
Sorry (explicit content)
03:18
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V1-I'm sorry that I'm happy alone,
I don't need to run when you call my phone;
I'm sorry for nothing at all
that your pissed as hell I'm having it all;
I'm sorry that you were a shit, no surprises there.
It must be hard to admit that I no longer care.
V2-Well I'm sorry that you're all alone
and you want me back now that I am gone.
I'm sorry I have no regrets
and you haven't heard the best of it yet.
I'm sorry-well that isn't true-
Ive never been happier since I left you.
I'm sorry, it sounds so absurd,
But you lied to me with every single word.
Br-Why is it always so,
the words some people use are so hollow?
Like the time you once said,
without me you'd be better off dead.
V 3-I'm sorry but its a matter of fact,
I've moved along and I'm not looking back;
I'm sorry but just to be clear
I'm doing great without you here;
I'm sorry I've said all I can
now I'm looking for the right kind of man;
I'd wish you well but I'd rather not lie-
its okay with me if you crawled off to die.
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8. |
Greening Time
03:41
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(Ref) Greening time, greening time, seasons march round and round,
then you come to find your way back to the greening time.
V1-For the harvest to be good
you must trim back the wood.
Mind well as you cut
not to damage the tender buds.
If your blade is clean and sharp,
it might cut right to the heart.
Make each stroke carefully
and after a time you will see.
The buds open wide come the greening time,
and later the fruit will spill from the vine-
it makes you glad for the greening time. (Ref)
V2-We knelt together in the sun,
our planting had just begun.
We told ourselves as we sowed
that these plants would always grow.
With sun and rain, we'd be good,
but sun can burn ,rain can flood.
Sometimes nature plays a trick,
you don't get what you would pick.
Then you find yourself alone in the debris,
and acres of wasted crop all you see.
Br-Now I'm bent and stiff as wood, but I'm hoping I still could
Brush the soil from my knees and rise up again strong and green . . . (Ref)
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9. |
Time to Live Again
03:59
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V1 We'd tie the boat and trim the sail,
then cast the anchor in.
We’d watch the tide roll out and back,
jump off the pier to swim.
Cedar boards and iron nails,
make a dock quite strong.
But even things built straight as rail,
can bend and warp with time.
Can't sing when I'm crying,
can't love when I'm lying,
can't live when I'm dying-
there's a time to sing, to love, to live again.
V2-The lobster traps at low tide
lie orphaned in the sand.
But the moon's relentless pull
will cover them again.
The wind and surf
drown out the sound;
I smile, you look away.
Some splintered wood is all that's left
of the dock where we once played. (Ref)
Br-The tide will change everything;
from wooden docks to childhood dreams.
Don't fight that surf you're drowning in,
just ride it till you reach the shore again. (Ref)
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10. |
Boy on Lemon Hill
02:27
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V1-There’s a boy up on Lemon Hill,
if I can’t catch him, nobody will.
A little bit sassy, little bit sweet,
tastiest morsel you ever did meet.
Six foot two and eyes so dark-
It’s no wonder he would break my heart.
Hey dilly, dilly, and a derry, derry oh,
hey dilly, dilly and a derry, derry oh
V2-That brawny lad, by the name of Will,
lived in a house on top of Lemon Hill.
I followed him home and gave him a kiss
but Molly Bloom wasn’t happy with this.
A little bit brassy and long in the tooth.
What she couldn’t win was mine to lose. (Cho)
V3-Well I caught me the boy up on Lemon Hill.
He spent all my money, can’t pay a bill.
All he gave to me is a babe to raise
and heartache to last all of my days.
So I gave him the boot o’er to Molly Bloom-
now that pair can sing this tune. (Cho)
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11. |
We Are the Change (Live)
03:48
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V1-What harm can one man do?
Go ask the Cambodians or the Polish Jew,
the harm one man can do.
V2-When lies become the truth.
It hurts everyone and the weak can be abused,
When lies become the truth.
V3-How long till we raise our voice?
Till they come for our brothers? Or our sisters too?
Or maybe me and you?
Br-Beyond all the lies and hate,
we must listen with our hearts.
If we do, we might find,
truth behind the noise, a place to make a start.
V4-What good can we each do?
Go ask Nelson Mandela or maybe Rosa too,
the good we each can do.
V5-What change can we create?
Doesn't matter-big or small, just start it right now,
the change we will create We are the change...
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Marion Halliday Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Songwriter Marion Halliday is proud purveyor of her own special blend of bluegrass and bourbon-infused original women- powered, Americana. Marion, a Kentucky native, now living in Philly, writes on a range of contemporary as well as historical topics. Marion plays solo as well as with her band, Trickster Sister, comprised of Jane Halliday on fiddle and Donna Bostock on bass. ... more
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