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AMERICA

crime’s on the rise in this town today
bike by murder scene after murder scene
people are desperate on the streets right now
and the hipsters are oblivious

it’s class warfare in america
the stage is set, the die is cast
there’s a dark history underneath
there’s a fault line and sometimes it speaks

it’s an earthquake
earthquake
    earthquake
        oo-ooo

it’s an earthquake
earthquake
    earthquake
        oo-ooo

have you ever met anyone so desperate you can see it deep in their eyes
have you ever met anyone so desperate you they would do anything to survive
have you ever met anyone so lonely you can see it deep in their eyes
have you ever met anyone so lonely that they would take their own lives
        oo-oo-oo-ooo
            oo-oo-oo-ooo

america, you’re a motherfucker, oh yeah
america, you’re a motherfucker, oh yeah

have you ever turned out the lights and glown in the dark
opened up the doorways and heard the singing lark in the dark
have you ever gone so deep that you found that there was no sound
just dark, just dark

have you ever stared into sun until you couldn’t see
have you ever drank so much soda that all you can do is pee
have you ever started a trash bonfire in the night
blessed be all those baptized by its light

america, you’re a motherfucker, yeah
you’re a motherfucker, oh yeah

need something simple in our lives
for the complicated times
need something soothing like a salve
there’s so much pressure on this valve
sometimes it feels like it’s gonna explode
maybe it already has, who knows
america’s beautiful too
and this land is strong and true
and the freedom i hold dear
and its hymn’s magic to my ear

but you’re still a motherfucker
so please stop it

‘cause we could be so much better
if we all worked together
we could be so much brighter
if we all sparked our lighters
and here’s a helping hand
from clear across the land
and there’s a friendly heart
inside the man pushing a shopping cart
and there’s a rising sun
and all of us are one

america, land of the free or home of the brave
america, put your dark history in a deep deep grave
america, land of the free or home of the brave
america, it’s time to put the past deep in a grave

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ARROW

The world it was born & then torn from the beak of a sparrow
The sparrow would fly, just a bird in the sky like an arrow

and the world grew; it turned green & blue & round –
The world it was born & then torn & then turned so profound

and bees they buzz while commuters shove on the subway
and truckers chug on the asphalt rugs we call highways

and Jesus wept while Jerusalem slept for a fortnight –
Baby, baby, baby we'll be all right

Don't lose the thread; don't lose the thread
Hold this life dear, don't lose the thread
Don't lose the thread; don't lose the thread

Keep that spool of yarn in your bed –

Don't lose the thread; don't lose the thread
Don't lose the thread; don't lose the thread

It's gonna get more confused & more insane
So these simple words, etch them in your brain

  I Am Love

You can freeze hell cold, with three words so old...

  I Am Love

Sing it with me & you will see...

You Are Love

It feels so good to be understood...

We Are Love

The world it was born & then torn from the beak of a sparrow
The sparrow would fly, just a bird in the sky like an arrow

and arrows soar, who knows what for

Yeah, that's what they do & they follow through
and they fall on me & they fall on you
and their arc is high & their aim is true

and all of them, all of them
Arrows they keep falling in
All of them, all of them
Straight from Jerusalem

More of them & more of them,
Arrows they're piercing my skin
More of them, more of them
Straight from Jerusalem

Through the darkest times,
the most heinous crimes,
when all hope is lost,
when your stars have crossed

When your ship has wrecked,
do not forget
that you are love incarnate

If the stars don't shine genuine,
just a satellite, up so high

Just follow the arrow as it flies
And I promise you that you will thrive!

The world it was born & then torn from the beak of a sparrow
The sparrow would fly, just a bird in the sky like an arrow

We can sing & we can dance
We can leap & we can prance

All of them, all of them
I want all of them, all of them
All of them, all of them
Arrows puncturing my skin

All of them, all of them
Arrows they keep falling in
All of them, all of them

Love will win
Love Will win
Love Will Win
LOVE WILL WIN

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AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

will you love me?
will you love me
at the end of the tunnel above me

will you love me
will you love me
at the end of the tunnel above me?

at the end of the tunnel, I hope
at the end of the tunnel, I hope

will you love me?
will you love me
as much as the sun above me

will you love me
will you love me
as much as the sun above me?

at the end of the tunnel, I hope
at the end of the tunnel, I hope

who who who
who’s that knocking?
there’s always a salesman knocking
with a suitcase full of ashes
asking me about my gashes

who who who
who could that be?
circling round me
at the intersection,
will the road shine in all directions?

at the end of the tunnel, I hope
at the end of the tunnel, I hope
at the end of the tunnel, I hope
at the end of the tunnel, I hope

human eyes can peek
and human eyes can pry
and human eyes survey the roadside,
watch it roll by

and everything gets soft
and everything gets sweet
then everything gets hard
and it gets mean, oh look at me

and human eyes can know
only so much sky
and human eyes still tear up
when it’s time to say goodbye

saying

will you love me?
will you love me
at the end of the tunnel above me?

will you love me?
will you love me
at the end of the tunnel above me

at the end of the tunnel, I hope
at the end of the tunnel, I hope

that if I’ve been good
that if I’ve been good
that if I’ve been good

at the end of the tunnel, I hope
that you love me

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GHOST SONG

Dave Deporis - Ghost Song

It’s a ghost song,
the spirits sing along
long forgotten
garments cotton

It’s a song
Meant to outlive me
rise up from the cemetery
There was somebody named me

It’s a ghost song,
the spirits sing along
long forgotten
the late autumn

winter’s frozen
I’m wide open
no longer choking
I am unbroken

Darling don’t you get a chill
Darling can’t you feel it too
look out past your window sill
illuminated by the moon
and the light from passing cars
the streetlights look like stars
silhouetted in the air
and you’ve a halo of hair

Darling can’t you feel it too
Darling you know how to stand
Darling you seem like the moon
Darling I feel like the sun

and I know that I love you
and that is all that I can do
at the end of the day
before we fall asleep we say

I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you

and this life is like a ghost song
and this life is like a ghost song
because that path it shimmers
long after we’re gone

and this life is like a ghost song
and this life is like a ghost song
we’re reunited after so long

and this life is like a ghost song
and this life is like a ghost song
I know the words
I know the chords
I know the melody so well

and this life is like a ghost song
and this life is like a ghost song
there’s all these notes swirling round my head

i love you
i love you
i love you
i love you
i love you
i love you
i love you
i love you
i love you

i love you

i love you

i love you

i love you

i love
you
i love
you

i love you i love you i love you i love you

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NOSTRADAMUS

Nostradamus, who’s the calmest person in this town?
Nostradamus, who’s the calmest person in this town?
Little squiggly lines trailing off the page
The security guards all turn around and rush the stage

Nostradamus, who’s the calmest person in this town?
Are they hither, did they whither away in the crowd?
and if that mockingbird don’t sing...oooh yeah
and if those bells don’t ever ring...oooh yeah
Airplanes crush and shake the floor the floor...oooh yeah
Neither barter nor trade, no this is war


Panoramic, Nostradamic, carry me away
Who's your mama, who's your papa; did you lose them in the frey?
Heavily medicated baby doesn’t ever cry...oooh yeah
her pupils are constricted and her emotions are nigh...oooh yeah
and you’re wearing a Mohawk and I’m wearing a tie...oooh yeah
but we’re not so different, you and I

Firehouses, drunken spouses, gallant knights and grails;
Hopping sparrows, pulsing marrows, into space we sail
So I’m panting, running, climbing, strumming on the stairs...oooh yeah
leaving graph on the wall, spitting language everywhere...oooh yeah
and the bullies at the bully banquet eating bully food...oooh yeah
and all us lunatics spice up the mix under the full moon
 

Peter piper, my little cipher, how are you today?
It’s historic; please record it for posterity
A calcium deficiency broke your bones...oooh yeah
they ain’t been feeding you meat, they've been serving you stones

Nostradamus, who is the calmest person in this town?
Are they hither, did they wander off into the crowd?
It was busy at the marketplace and the business boomed...oooh yeah
Full of bears and bulls clutching silver spoons...oooh yeah
and the Dow it rose and rose all day...oooh yeah
as the yachts they sailed across the bay


Nostradamus, ashen shaman, ginger ale and gin
I record it, came out all distorted so I record it again
Cartographer, pornographer, musician and sage...oooh yeah
all try to make sense of the mayhem in this ever growing maze

Lightening coming, storm clouds drumming up over my head
Run for shelter, helter-skelter, I cant hear what you said
Oh my train stop’s coming, gotta get off soon...oooh yeah
or maybe I’ll skip it and go someplace new...oooh yeah
and all you Satanists and Buddhists and Christians too...oooh yeah
a simple song of empathy I send to you
 

Out of Egypt, on a steamship, let my people free
Part the ocean; leave it open, until we’ve crossed safely...

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SWAN KING IN THE SNOW

don’t take it all at once

bit by bit, please
bit by bit

that way it lingers on the tongue
like a sweet dream
like a sweet

a little sleep
is what i need
it’s what i need


swan king, you’re standing in the snow
and your footprints, they look like ghosts

and swan king looks back straight at me
and says
hey, sweet thing, don’t you know
that it’s time…

time you catched your breath
stow it in your heart
tie it to your wrist

time you catched your breath

time you catched your breath

    time you catch your breath...


swan king teach me how to write
in a straight line
in this strange
life

hey kid, no regrets
straighten up your back
there, you got the hang of it

time you catched your breath
time you catched your breath

time you catched your breath
time you catched your breath

time you catched your breath
time you catched your breath

time you catched your breath
time you catched your soul

welcome home
                           hello