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B4 2nd Rooster
00:43
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Dear President Next
03:08
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Dear President Next
Dear President Next
Oh, don’t you let us down
(Dear President Next)
And when you come to town
Invite all of us into your home.
Please tell all of your friends
Dear President Next
You can’t have any friends
Who pull you away from yourself.
And at night before you close your eyes
Listen to the ghosts hiding under the paint
Know that the past was written down in blood
To teach you to show some restraint.
Dear President Next
The words seem to come to you
(Dear President Next)
Let the deeds follow, too
And though many delight in the crown
The treasure is not for the taking
Half-measures will break us in two
Posture is only good for the fakers
Don’t be finished before you are through.
Dear President Next
I gave you this vote of mine
(Dear President Next)
It’s the only thing that I have
Treat it as if it’s your own
(Dear President Next).
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Oh, Suzanna
02:58
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Oh Susanna
Well, I come from Alabama
With a banjo on my knee
And I’m bound for Louisiana
My true love for to see.
Well, it rained all night the day I left
The weather, it was dry
With the sun so hot, I froze to death
Susanna, don’t you cry.
Oh Susanna, now don’t you cry for me
Oh Susanna, now don’t you cry for me
‘Cause, I come from Alabama
With a banjo on my knee
And I’m bound for Louisiana
My true love for to see.
Well, I had a dream the other night
That everything was still
I dreamed that I saw my girl, Suzanne
She was coming ‘round the hill.
Now the buckwheat cake was in her mouth
The tear was in her eye
I said that I come from Dixieland
Suzanna, don’t you cry.
Oh Susanna, now don’t you cry for me
Oh Susanna, now don’t you cry for me
‘Cause, I come from Alabama
With a banjo on my knee
And I’m bound for Louisiana
My true love for to see.
(Words by Stephen Foster; New Music by E. Morneau)
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Alchemy
03:30
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Alchemy
He lives in a mansion by the Old Soldier’s Home
His visits the old man ‘cause he’s always alone
One sits on the porch, the other talks on the phone
Until Old Rosie walks in.
Her son is a priest, he’s a man of the cross
He counts all his blessings by the souls that he’s lost
His faith stops short at the sign of the cross
And when Old Rosie walks in
When Old Rosie walks in.
She’s Alchemy the Angel
As mercy, his best friend
Her life’s a genuflection
Ties up all the loose ends.
The coroner waits outside with the hearse
The doctor takes all of his cues from the nurse
It’s a long night’s journey, but it could have been worse
But Old Rosie walked in
When Old Rosie walked in.
He was a blindfolded viceroy
A full ransom of fears
His company was old flags
All soaked in tears.
He still lives in a mansion, but the old soldier’s gone
No time to reflect ‘cause he has to move on
He sells Holy Water for the price of a song
Until Old Rosie walks in...
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Discover America
03:13
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Discover America
The god of her promise has never been found
The sound and the fury seem to be bound
To dreams and ambitions, to thirst and to gain
Its mountains we scale as we ravage the plains.
The pride and the glory, the flag in the wind
Obscure the orphan and the widow done in
But always the savior, to much we aspire
That we want more just kills our desire.
Where are you? Come home,
Come home America.
Where are you? Come home.
Discover America.
Come home, America, the time has arrived
Are we just the ramparts for the rich to survive?
The stream of unyielding profit and debt
Is the river of raging loss and regret.
The face of Old Glory cracks in the wind
Once soldier, now beggar—that is a sin.
The immigrant workers, the bracero slave—
There’s only so much we can take to our grave.
Where are you? Come home,
Come home America.
Where are you? Come home.
Discover America.
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Soldier's Lament
03:31
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Soldier’s Lament
Come dance with me, my blushing bride
Come dance with me, be by my side
Take my hand and waltz with me
I’m clumsy, yes, but soon I’ll be
Beholden to the grace of thee.
Oh, lift me up, this savage heart
I dread the days when we’re apart
I count the minutes in the day
And when I sleep I count the ways
Of holding you, for this I pray.
For here I stand with my gun in hand
For flowers I’d rather bring
My voice is raw from screaming rage
To you I’d rather sing.
I’ve sinned, my love, I’ve killed a man
And now I know not who I am
Am I brave? Am I a sham?
For whom, I ask, did I kill this man?
Please, can you help me understand?
For here I stand with my gun in hand
For flowers I’d rather bring
My voice is raw from screaming rage
To you I’d rather sing.
Come walk with me, my greatest friend
On every path we will begin
A life of hope, a life of peace
I pledge this promise here on my knees
Repair this man so I can feel.
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7. |
Already Seen Too Much
03:17
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Already Seen Too Much
When I was a little boy
I read Life Magazine
And then one day in school
Life wasn’t what it seemed
Into the church we went
In prayer our knees were bent
To missiles off the coast
Didn’t know who I’d miss the most
I was young, but I had a hunch
I’d already seen too much
Too much of this and that
Where’d I put my baseball bat?
Goodbye DiMaggio
Here comes Marlon Brando
Where did the Dodgers go?
Go home, Yankee, go home
I love a big parade
Here comes the motorcade
But when the cars sped past
I knew it couldn’t last
Somehow I had a hunch
I’d already seen too much
Too much of push and shove
Where’d I put my baseball glove?
Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
Is it God as a hurricane
Are we ever going to stop this rain?
Or have we all just gone insane?
Now there are missiles out in space
Who’ll win the human race?
A little blip on the cosmic screen
A short second in the endless dream
I think we had a hunch
We’d already seen too much
What’s going to break our fall?
I’m going to look for my baseball.
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A Staunch Dublin Boy
03:15
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A Staunch Dublin Boy
We walked out through Dublin past pubs and cathedrals
The students were gathered ‘round old college yards.
You held my hand tightly and whispered close to me—
I kissed your sweet lips by an old bombed out store.
And all that I want is to marry you, Mary
And raise a small family by the sweat of my brow;
But I fear to start planning a lifetime of joy
For I’m in IRA and I’m a staunch Dublin boy.
I call you for Sunday and to church we do go
Tramping through puddles with the rain cold as snow.
We duck into doorways, I pull you close to me
And the light in your eyes outshines any star.
And all that I want is to marry you, Mary
And raise a small family by the sweat of my brow;
But I fear to start planning a lifetime of joy
For I’m in IRA and I’m a staunch Dublin boy.
I’m afraid that they’ll shoot me or blow me to pieces
Someday on a bus or a sidewalk in town,
But it’s not the dying that scares me to trembling,
It’s the leaving of you and all that you are.
And all that I want is to marry you, Mary
And raise a small family by the sweat of my brow;
But I fear to start planning a lifetime of joy
For I’m in IRA and I’m a staunch Dublin boy.
(Words by Kathy Medelinskas; Music by E. Morneau)
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9. |
Sweet Light of Day
05:39
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Sweet Light of Day
The soldiers had been there while I was away
To haul him to prison from the bed where he lay.
The steel they shot in him and the blood that he shed
Were the wages he paid for the price on his head.
They’ve taken my father and they’ve locked him away
Away from my loving and the sweet light of day.
He won’t swear allegiance to a foreign held crown
And he won’t hide his feeling about being held down
So they carted him off and they won’t tell me where
And I’m cold and I’m tired and sick with the fear
I think that they’ll kill him in some dirty hole—
If they don’t kill his body, they’ll murder his soul.
Oh, sweet light of day, Oh sweet light of day
I miss you so much since they took you away.
Oh, sweet light of day, Oh sweet light of day
The days are so dark since they took you away.
Now they’ve locked him away from the stars and the sky
And my mother who needs him at night when she cries.
I hate the damn wardens with their guns and their cells
And I’d kill them all now, but they’ve earned a worse hell:
I’d send them to prison and I’d see that they stay
Away from their loved ones and the sweet light of day.
Oh, sweet light of day, Oh sweet light of day
I miss you so much since they took you away.
Oh, sweet light of day, Oh sweet light of day
The days are so dark since they took you away.
(Words by Kathy Medelinskas; Music by E. Morneau)
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10. |
Welcome the Waves
03:25
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Welcome the Waves
America—such an unlikely place
America—she swims in a sea of faces
In defiance of all odds, on bold, clouded notions
Scarred and betrayed, tossed in the ocean—
We welcome the waves of this imperfect dream.
America—what an unlikely place
America—somewhere between a race
More justice to be had, fix what’s broken down
Through dark the skies voices of our past say
“Now it’s your turn to welcome the waves.
Don’t do what is easy
What is easy—don’t do.”
America—such an unlikely place
America—roots for the world to trace
Bridges to be built, a path that’s long and hard
Fortune does smile, on those who risk
So now it’s our turn to welcome the waves.
Don’t do what is easy
What is easy—don’t do.
(Inspired by President Obama)
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Edward Morneau Salem, Massachusetts
Edward Morneau has been a musician and songwriter most of his life. His focus on multiple genres and interest on sound collage experimentation makes his music hard to classify. His muses range from Beatles, Brian Wilson, Randy Newman, XTC, Kinks, Iris DeMent to Mahler, Shostakovich, Penderecki & Zappa. His background as an English & Film teacher gives humor and striking imagery to his songs. ... more
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