1. |
Money Stream
02:06
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Got a dream of ownin a country house
lyin in the mornin with my country spouse
buildin up my saggin sorry self esteem
holdin up the prism to the star beam
got to divert some of that money stream
over to the personal projects of my dreams
2.
got a dream of turnin off the golden spout
the laws of economics turn inside out
buildin one just nation of community
holdin up the prism to the star beam
got to divert some of that money stream
over to the personal projects of my dreams
refrain: God is not a petty tyrant policing the rules
caretaker of hair fashion dictator on a stool
3.
dreamin of hunger satisfied dreamin of potential actualized
leanin in the seat of the predicament
holdin up the prism to the star beam
got to divert some of that money stream
over to the personal projects of my dreams
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2. |
1000 Voices
04:51
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got up early stepped outside sang so good to be alive
heard the start the buzz and hum peopled streets and pollution
a thousand voices in the clouds
even if your smokestack's black even if you vote like that
you are still the child inside of love
even as you cast your net even as you bayonet
you are still the child inside of love
2.
I look into my PC screen data access flickering
whirling atoms everywhere in my toe nails in my hair
a thousand voices in the clouds
even as you tote that hoe even as you hoe that row
you are still the child inside of love
even if you waste your life even as you curse the light
you are still the child inside of love
3.
in every poem in every verse all across the universe
on every head on every note every thought and every joke
a thousand voices in the clouds
even if you hit the juice even as you reproduce
you are still the child inside of love
as you take your babe to breast as you close your eyes for death
you are still the child inside of love
a thousand voices in the clouds
you are still the child inside of love
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3. |
Avez Vous
04:05
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1.
walkin on the boulevard singin for my tea
opening my eyes to whatever they would see
there was nothing in the air threatening to breath
and the people were wealthy and contented
then came the one who stepped out from the crowd
then came the bistro and dinner
and before the night was through we stood in the vestible
avez vous un chambre pour deux avez vous un chambre pour deux
2.
walkin on the boulevard in the a.m. rush
breakfast at the cafe au lait
there were no appointments to distract us from our play
morning turned to afternoon
just one disagreement parallel the Sein arguing utopia
happened on the Hotel Chance went back for another dance
avez vous un chambre pour deux avez vous un chambre pour deux
refrain:
standing in the aftermath seven years and days
sitting in a darkened parlor ghastly shrunken lover fading
3.
walkin on the boulevard singin for my tea
opening my eyes to whatever they would see
there was something in the air threatening to breath
and the people were gray undecided
then came the memory steppin from the crowd
of the long exquisite dinner
nebulous our dim ascent sweet stair we now repent
avez vous un chambre pour deux avez vous un chambre pour deux
avez vous un chambre pour deux
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4. |
Brownshirts
05:27
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They were active in the 20s came into power in the 30s
they were more than indifferent to the liberty of others
their billy clubs and their blitzkrieg echo through the rubble
they desecrated the temple they pillaged the nation
bloodied a decade devastated a generation
their madness and sadism echo through the rubble
brownshirts came and went back they came back they came
brownshirts came and went back they came changed their name
back they came
2.
in forest and rice field napalm and agent orange
in hamlets where bounties were paid on Asian ears
where search and destroy echo through the rubble
they're to be found as police in Central America
bound to be around when the landlord calls
their blunt souls and sharp instruments echo through the rubble
brownshirts came and went back they came back they came
brownshirts came and went back they came changed their shirt
back they came
3.
a child is bent by cigarettes pressed to her precious skin
and fierce words that cut deep straight to herself
strangled magnificence echoing through the rubble
slashing daggers reappear inconvenient years
mutated angel suffocating rage
poison love and violence echo through the rubble
brownshirts came and went back they came back they came
brownshirts came and went back they came changed their name
brownshirts came and went back they came back they came
brownshirts came and went back they came changed their shirts
back they came
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5. |
Country
04:02
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in the meadow there's a miracle little gnat flyin past a tortoise slow
in a blossum tree labor without fee
a pollinatin polyphonic buzz
a pollinatin polyphonic buzz
in the river jumpin for the sky ordinary days fish can't fly
opening a window in the cumulus
cloudburst buckets for the benefit of us
cloudburst buckets for the benefit of us
I live in the country I live in the country
where there are no streetlights
where there are no streetlights
everytime I think I see the sun go down
wood goes dark that's what I've found
that's when I stop chasin my shadow around
2.
movin in the mornin guided by the light
one eye on the bushes she don't want no fight
babies just behind mama just ahead
hopin that red fox won't be out of bed
hopin that red fox won't be out of bed
in the median there's some animals made it past the northbound
headin for the south
they might make it by they might have to die
they don't use no crosswalk they're too damned wild
they don't use no crosswalk they're too damned wild
I live in the country I live in the country
where there are no streetlights
where there are no streetlights
everytime I think I see the sun go down
wood goes dark that's what I've found
that's when I stop chasin my shadow around
3.
take it to the city take it to the street
take it to the tenement where the people meet
now you see the warship now you see the grave
look out for the rulers look out for their flag
there are no forevers there is only one
stretchin from Alaska to the blazing sun
and beyond the nearest star past the galaxy
it goes on like that in time I think infinity
it goes on like that in time I think infinity
I live in the country I live in the country
where there are no streetlights
where there are no streetlights
everytime I think I see the sun go down
wood goes dark that's what I've found
that's when I stop chasin my shadow around
I live in the country I live in the country I live in the country
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6. |
So It Is
04:02
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walkin on the street Ponce de Leon
the sun was not in sight long gone down
a big ol' car with Cobb County plates
lookin for paid sex must be some mistake
held up a gesture as he drove away left me feelin not ok
my father was abused and so was his and so was his and so was his
my father was abused and so was his and so was his and so it is
2.
walkin on further Ponce de Leon an old junker pullin to the curb
have you any money have you any loot
if you hand it over I might not shoot
runnin in the dark bullets flyin by left me feelin not ok
3.
walkin on along Piedmont Drive feelin lucky still alive
another ol' beat up out of county plates
askin my opinion of the battle flage
I honestly couldn't concentrate left me feelin not ok
my father was abused and so was his and so was his and so was his
my father was abused and so was his and so was his and so it is
4.
movin on along Ponce de Leon ran into a brother with a song
he could see I was hangin on a cliff
his estimate was accurate I could use a lift
he sang some song some peculiar way left me feelin ok
my father was abused and so was his and so was his and so was his
my father was abused and so was his and so was his and so it is
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7. |
I Can't Believe It
03:09
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twelve more years and I'll be 60 I can't believe it I can't believe it
some of my friends didn't make it this far with me
I can't believe it I can't believe it
Evelyn was laughin Darwin he was dancin
Noland he was singin such a sad song sad song
Ella Ruth listed in the phone book
Lisa was so clever Stanley dressed in leather all gone all gone
2.
ten more years and I'll be 60 I can't believe it I can't believe it
Duko he was drivin Paulie always lyin
Jeanni ran like blazes in the deep pine
Vivian scribblin in her notebook
Ada Belle was slinky Pete he never blinked he's all gone all gone
five more years and I'll be 60 I can't believe it I can't believe it
3.
Dennis was the bully Sally was so silly
we all loved a lyin in the tall grass tall grass
Larry always divin in the deep part
Bobby was so stingy Carl he was the first to be all gone all gone
two more years and I'll be 60 I can't believe it I can't believe it
some of my friends didn't make it this far with me
I can't believe it I can't believe it
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8. |
A Hard Sentence
04:32
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The laughin cloud makes me smile out loud
why it happens today not yesterday who can say
the bossy cardinal chip the coffee I sip
my daughter as she slips into waking me
yah I accept it there are people flyin up there
flyin somewhere flyin manywhere
and some other someone washin bottles
and some other someone flippin waffles
2.
the winter gray sings of damp decay the morning call to soon befall all
the curtain lifts the horizon shifts the wayward child returns
it's a hard sentence to swallow the short sentence to follow
3.
the ageless slave walks the endless maze
a weathered cloak telescope and hope
the cunning light flees the coming night the spiral space-time bends
yah I accept it there are people flyin up there
flyin somewhere flyin manywhere
and some other someone washin bottles
and some other someone flippin waffles
it's a hard sentence to swallow the long sentence to follow
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9. |
Rockin Chair
02:31
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we lived our lives and it didn't take long
seemed like a minute and it was gone
here we sit here by the rockin chair watchin the by-goin day
2.
there goes Bobby he's a crooked man
couldn't get older if you took his hand
he'd leave you sittin by the road way watchin the by-goin day
3.
i remember way back behind my thumb
we experimented with Jamaican rum
I know along the way we must have had to pay
but now we've got the mornin and the by-going day
4.
we lived our lives and it didn't take long
seemed like a minute and it was gone
here we sit by the rockin chair watchin the by-goin day
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10. |
Wait a Minute
03:04
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11. |
The Preacher
03:34
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Grandfather's gone and so is Father
how much longer can Mother last and look who's next
I'm foolin around wastin away
more frivolous supercilious each day serious play
as one generation passes away I listen to the preacher say
eat drink sleep rise and be merry
for who can say what will follow who can say what will follow
the last of a cigarette like the bottom of a beer
half way through the swagger I use to rule the mirror
I'm vain as a rooster vexation on my mind
my knowledge and possessions are dust
underneath the sun
my vineyards and my servants multiply like rabbits
my land abundant reaches far as I can see far as I can see
as one generation passes away I listen to the preacher say
eat drink sleep rise and be merry
for who can say what will follow who can say what will follow
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Thinkspeak Atlanta, Georgia
Tom Ferguson has been writing songs since 1969, all of which are collected in Songs, 1969-2018. It's coil-bound to nicely fit a music stand, available at lulu.com just search tom ferguson there.
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