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Savior (a set of lyrics)

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I see you there in that cold, dark cell,
Where you’ve been living your personal hell.
Nothing but darkness before your eyes.
No one can hear you and your helpless cries.

The weight of the world, you feel in your bones.
You feel abandoned, completely alone.
You tell yourself, this must be the end.
But, I’m here to tell you, you have a friend.

Just reach out your hand, I will take hold.
I’ll be your savior from the dark and the cold.
I’ll show you sunlight and blue skies above.
I’ll show you compassion, and I’ll show you love.
I’ll show you love.

I know this world can break you in half.
You hide your crying behind jokes and laughs.
You’re certain that no one is hurting like you.
But, I’m here to tell you that I’ve been there, too.

So, reach out your hand, and I will take hold.
I’ll be your savior from the dark and the cold.
I’ll show you sunlight and blue skies above.
I’ll show you compassion and I’ll show you love.
I’ll show you love.

I’ll show you love.

Hands to the Task (a set of lyrics)

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Well, I’ve been around awhile, and I’ve seen a few things change,
But, sadly, I’ve seen others stay the same.
We’ve gone a thousand miles on, what seemed, a forward path,
Still, we ended up right back from where we came.
I used to think that, that was just our fate.
But, just in case it isn’t yet too late,

I think it’s time I set my hands to the task,
And start working to make this world somewhere peace and love can last.
Yes, I know it will be hard, but it’s worth giving everything,
Finally, I see the truth: I receive just as I bring.

We say, “We need to talk about what’s going on,”
Only talking’s all we ever seem to do.
And we can talk all night and day, but it won’t do any good
If we don’t take that next step and follow through.
Even if that step we take is wrong,
We’ve already put it off for much too long.

I think it’s time I set my hands to the task,
And start working to make this world somewhere peace and love can last.
Yes, I know it will be hard, but it’s worth giving everything,
Finally, I see the truth: I receive just as I bring.

Black and white, in between,
Men and women, all convene
To edit and rewrite the scene
And show it on the giant screen.
No more inhumanity,
No more inequality,
No more hatred, no more war,
No more hunger anymore,
No more homeless, no more poor.
Isn’t that worth striving for?
I think it’s worth trying for.
I’m all done with crying for…

I think it’s time I set my hands to the task,
And start working to make this world somewhere peace and love can last.
Yes, I know it will be hard, but it’s worth giving everything,
Finally, I see the truth: I receive just as I bring.
Finally, I see the truth: I receive just as I bring.

 

Rome is Burning (a set of lyrics)

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Lord, have mercy, I declare,
I sense changes in the air.
It’s getting warmer, I believe,
Yet, what a tangled web they weave.
The boardroom boys say it’s okay;
It all can be explained away.
But, while they got their blinders on,
Another goddam glacier gone.
The earth is melting as it’s turning.
Pick up your fiddle; Rome is burning.

Now, our fine Reps and Senate-whores
Are throwing down on the Capitol floor.
It’s that side wrong, and this side right,
And compromise nowhere in sight.
Who cares what Joe the plumber needs,
Since Wall Street is who they all heed?
When re-election is the main goal,
They legislate to Gallup polls.
Now, you say you don’t find that concerning?
Pick up your fiddle; Rome is burning.

Our Race to Hell is gaining speed
Propelled by selfishness and greed.
Been lots of talk, but not much change;
Just Titanic deck chairs rearranged.
You’d think by now, we’d all be learning.
Hand me my fiddle; Rome is burning.

Take it away, Nero…

The Ballad of Cullen McPherson

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Here lies Cullen J. McPherson;
He was never a real person.
All he ever was, was just exactly what
Whoever he was with wanted him to be.
If you looked beneath the surface,
You would only find more surface,
But deep down at the core, you’d find nothing for
He was never really real.

He never knew what to believe in.
He never trusted his opinion.
So, like a leaf, he flew wherever the wind blew,
Never landing in the same exact place twice.
He shied away from conversation,
‘Cause it might lead to confrontation.
Instead, to keep the peace, he’d just nod and agree,
As he choked on his own pride.

He died the eighth of February,
I read in his obituary.
The funeral was nice, I heard; many spoke kind words.
“A good man,” they all said, “liked by one and all.”
But in the end, nobody knew him,
So, in a way, he kind of fooled them.
He lived his whole life in chameleon-like skin,
But his true color was none at all.

God rest Cullen J. McPherson.
He was never a real person.