1. |
Good Night, Then
02:54
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Good Night Then
Good night then—
Sleep to gather strength for the morning,
For the morning will come.
Brightly it will shine on the brave and true,
Kindly upon all who suffer for the cause,
Gloriously upon the tombs of heroes—
Thus will shine the dawn....
(Words by Winston Churchill; Music by E. Morneau)
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2. |
There was a Time
01:55
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There Was a Time
There was a time when I would look both ways
There was a time when I could see;
There was a time when day held back the night
There was a time when I was free.
To sleep, perchance, to dream all day
To shed this mortal coil
All that’s weary gives me pause
To bring these sins to boil.
There was a time when I could bear the scorn
Of oppression’s wrath and pride
There was a time when law delayed was primed
For love to turn the tide.
To take up arms against the sea
To grunt and sweat and die,
To bear this long calamity
Puzzles me to lie.
(Based on William Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Act III, Scene I)
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3. |
Albatross
05:04
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Albatross
Floatin’ past the Rubicon (Water all ‘round me)
My Chevy & the Levee’s gone (Land under the sea)
Looking for a new day to last all night long
Flight of a new bird....Albatross....
Driftin’ like a piece of wood (Screaming fills the air)
Stagger forth this stick of mud (There’s nothing left to fear)
Praying for some answers for questions not yet asked
Lookin’ for some dry land Albatross... Albatross
To live beyond all dreams.
Bo-Jafo-keh, anir-tak Bo-Jafo-keh, anir-tak
Bo-Jafo-keh, anir-tak Bo-Jafo-keh, anir-tak
Fighting back the tempest storm (Wind carves up the soul)
Holdin’ back the infant born (Time without the holes)
Sleeping past the end of days, walking through the night
Feathers fall and I pray
to the Albatross... Albatross...
To live beyond all dreams.
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4. |
Like Boo Radley Did
02:53
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Like Boo Radley Did
Buildings, boxes, paper foxes—
Logs and leaves look like your mother’s smile
Go ahead and try to beguile
How many minutes are in a while?
I wish I could admire you and still remain hid—
Come to your rescue when you need it
Just like Boo Radley did.
Inches, wormholes, deadly toxins—
Is this only a hurricane?
Go ahead and try to explain
Why people will stand out in the rain
I wish I could be a shut in, keep it all under lid—
Leave you presents in a tree trunk
Just like Boo Radley did.
Letters, old flames, tiny board games—
I wish you would call me home
Go ahead and try to toss the stone
At the man who refuses to hit the road,
I wish that I had known you when you were just a kid—
Hold your hand on the front porch
Just like Boo Radley did.
(Words by Ryan Walsh; Music by E. Morneau)
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Here Comes the Sky King Again
Here comes the Sky King Again
I don’t know where to begin
Shadow me, come to me,
Walk with me, run with me
My friend....
Paper just falls from the sky
Water runs wild in our eyes
Shelter me your canopy,
Threnody, insanity
My friend ...
Where do we go?
When will we meet again?
How will we know?
There goes the harvest balloon
Pipers will take back their tune
Odeon calliope,
Origami policy
In ruins... my friend ...
Where do we go?
When will we meet again?
How will we know?
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6. |
The Bonesmen
03:03
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The Bonesmen
All jaded schoolboys, sarcasm and lip
If not for their swagger, they’d shoot from the hip
These weekend warriors, lukewarm and dirt-cheap
If you look a bit closer, they’ll lie through their teeth.
Tired japes and bad jokes, pass the gin if you please
You can take aim at anything when you’re shooting the breeze
And no bomber jacket, no crest can conceal
The brand from the cigarette that burns through your sleeve.
The Bonesmen doth take and the Bonesmen doth give
If you give them what they want they may let you live
They may let you dine and then bring you back home
And if you’re lucky...they won’t break your bones.
The Bonesmen cometh, they’re dug in the dirt
But none of them will fall for the Palace Alert
They’ll lie like dead bugs at the foot of the bar
‘Cause some school-kid threadbare volunteers for the job.
He’ll fight for the Bonesmen; she’ll smash in some skulls
Get a nickname, earn medals, and get a job at the mall
He has plenty of nads and now so does she
Raise a glass to the Bonesmen who are shooting the breeze.
The Bonesmen doth take and the Bonesmen doth give
If you give them what they want they may let you live
They may let you dance and then bring you back home
And if you’re lucky they won’t sell your bones.
If I could do it all over, I’d join in the club
Not a brother in arms, but a flub a dub dub
Pile my friends in a phone booth and then call a cab
Then zig-zag the country in search of my dad.
Raise a glass to the Bonesmen; oh it’s great to be free
Let’s drink to the Bonesmen and their legacy
Let us pray when the time comes for them to repent
If God is a Bonesman they’ll be heaven sent.
The Bonesmen doth take and the bonesmen doth give
If you give them what they want the may let you live
They may let you dine and then bring you back home
And if you’re lucky they won’t give you the bone.
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7. |
Darfur, Oh Darfur
04:30
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Darfur, Oh Darfur
Darfur, Oh Darfur ,
We kneel as they beat in your face
Which god-driven fury put you in this place?
O Darfur, we fear that you’re very near dead
Your mothers and children are there to be fed
To the lions so the Horsemen can ride with the damned—
Where’s your man?
Darfur, Oh Darfur,
The world said, “Never again,”
But look, here we are, in a black hole of sin
O Darfur, you’d think we’d learn to behave
While Raphael Lemkin sleeps in his grave
Somewhere, somehow-someone must have a new plan—
Where’s the man?
He’s over there with a knife and a gun
Lost boys just having some fun.
Darfur, Oh Darfur,
What-do-you-have that we can use?
We’ll make you an offer that you can’t refuse
O Darfur, please help me to get through the day
I can’t bear to witness, I must look away
And shrug and pray and hope for remorse
While we stay the course.
Darfur, Oh Darfur,
The secret’s not deep in your skin
The world never wanted for you to come in
O Darfur, I swear I fear that you’re cursed
You make me feel helpless
And I can’t think what’s worse
I can’t do what’s right ‘cause I can’t see what’s wrong— I
t’s all wrong.
Now I have nothing to say
You want me to just go away?
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8. |
Yes, Yes
04:27
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Yes, Yes
Yes to endless wars and certain fears
Yes to bombing people over there
Yes to making enemies of friends
Yes to wasting substance without end.
Yes to taking teaching out of school
Yes to treat the scientist like a fool
Yes to letting hatred fill the air
Yes to God, I hope that He’s not queer.
We have spoken, we’re not joking—
Drink to all that we were once—
Kneel before the dunce.
Yes, yes, we say yes.
Yes to all the faith that money heals
Yes to Congress striking up the deal
Yes to hearing pregnant women squeal
Yes to Rowe v. Wade and its repeal.
Yes to crush the union rank and file
Yes to more invective on the dial
Yes to those who bash those who dissent
Yes to no ‘cause yes was never meant.
We have spoken, we’re not joking—
Drink to all that we were once—
Kneel before the dunce.
Yes, yes, we say yes.
Yes, we’ll give our loyalty to you
Yes, it doesn’t matter what you do
Yes, it’s true, we haven’t go a clue
For red is white while the rest of us are blue.
We have spoken, we’re not joking—
Drink to all that we were once—
Kneel before the dunce.
Yes, yes, we say yes.
Yes, yes, we say yes.
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9. |
Collateral
05:25
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Collateral
Welcome to Cuba—Guantanamo
We call it Gitmo—you can’t pass Go!
Unless you know someone who’s really in the know
We don’t have to play by the rules.
We play good cop—you enemy
We play baseball...with your knees
Send the picture home to Nanny, she’ll be so pleased
‘Cause we don’t have to play by the rules.
If anybody asks you, we do what we are told to do.
I am Rendition, I am so dope
Ask for conditions, I’ll give you rope
There’s lots of money to be made by selling hope
‘Cause we don’t have to play by the rules.
I am the King, you little girl
My friend is dead—show you the world
You cracked my head, so I get to crack your pearl
I don’t have to play by the rules.
If anybody asks you,
I do what I am told to do.
Back channels, riding these camels
Through a nation in shambles—
It’s a hollowed out brokered deadline
Infidel hokum— it’s better to smoke ‘em,
Taxpayer—soak ‘em
Grab another jug of oil and moonshine.
There was a time when we were men
There was a peace that might have been
If only we were humble, we could let some virtue in
But then we’d have to play by the rules.
It’s murder from a distance— that’s what it’s all about
For you and me and everyone, so we don’t feel left out
It’s empire building
while they beg, scream & shout
We really have no use for the rules.
If anybody asks us, we do just what we want to do.
Peace is spoken while treaties are broken, we’re all just token
There’s no justice when you’re drowning in sin.
Torture commerce—I hope they don’t bomb us.
Is it butter or promise?
Can we kill ‘em all and call it a win?
It’s business here as usual as the bodies get stacked
And if you raise your voice
they will shoot you in the back
They are the very terror, they are the very fear
There’s nothing they won’t do
for an oath that they won’t swear
For power seeks power at the end of every rope
Is the man who screams for mercy as the woman prays for hope
But prayer now is meaningless, faith has no darker hour
When it’s the fate of every orphan to eat dirt instead of flour
This dirt is in the hearts of men as they even up the odds
You can’t wash away the sin when you act as if you’re God.
God...God...God...God!
Woe as me, Oh Abraham!
Can I go with Lot?
For every Abel there’s a Cain—
That I’ve not forgot
Preachers come and preachers go
While teachers are ignored
Never thought I’d see the day
When the pen fell to the sword.
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This Yellow Ribbon Is Mine
Oh, the ribbon has worn
Can't read the slogan
It's tattered and torn
Can you tell me what was it for?
What happens when a decal just fades?
Do you replace it
Or tear off what remains
And wait for the latest upgrade?
Conflicted I am
Don't know what to do
To do what is right
Is the least I can do
How long will it take?
I don’t have a clue
In a way we're all soldiers in time
And this yellow ribbon is mine.
If you're with me, please honk your horn
A nation of ribbons is where we belong
Please wake me up in the morn’.
We can go shopping
Let's roll the dice
We'll put up with traffic
That's our sacrifice
When corn turns to oil
We'll pay the price
Salvation will come in time
This Yellow Ribbon Is Mine
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11. |
To America
05:02
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To America
It was yesterday when my father,
“Son,” he told me, “You could grow up
To be the president if you worked hard,
If you stayed true, if you believed.”
It was yesterday when my mother,
“Son,” she told me, “You could become
Anything you want to be if you stood straight
If you stayed proud, if you believed.”
Well I’m on my way to America,
I’m looking for hope,
I want to go home
To plant these dreams, reap what I sow,
Yet it’s hard to know—
Where did my country go?
It was yesterday, the blood of our fathers
Washed away sin, anointed our souls
This children’s sacrifice that all mothers grieve,
Can faith be deceived by what we believe?
Give us your tired, give us your poor,
Give us the wretched that teem at the shore
We’ll take them in, our justice is blind
In time they’ll find something to believe.
Well I’m on my way to America,
I’m looking for hope,
I want to go home
To plant these dreams, reap what I sow,
Yet it’s hard to know—
Where did my country go?
I’m not a rich man, I’m not a poor man
I’m not a hero, I’m not a fool
Something’s been broken here, something’s been lost
What does it cost when everything’s sold?
Well I’m on my way to America,
I’m looking for hope,
I want to go home
To plant these dreams, reap what I sow,
Yet it’s hard to know—
Where did my country go?
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12. |
Happy New Year
04:34
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Happy New Year
As the year begins to fade
All the promises we made
Let’s not keep them waiting.
As the hours tick-tock away
There are things that we should say
And stop debating.
So now it’s time to say that that’s enough,
It’s all for love ‘cause war is just too tough.
What an occasion to stop the invasion—
It’s the New Year, Happy New Year.
And as time plays out its tune,
And the sun plays with the moon—
The tide is waiting.
As the universe expands,
I kiss the lines upon your hand—celebrating.
So now it’s time for me to settle up
And pour my heart into your broken cup
Make your acquaintance with my impatience—
It’s the New Year, Happy New Year.
Balloons may drop and songs begin anew;
This time I’ll stop because I’m here with you.
Let us assemble, and though we may tremble—
It’s the New Year,
Happy New Year,
Happy New Year.
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13. |
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My Heart Waits for a Cure
My heart waits for a cure
My heart waits for a cure
Seed this kiss, roll the dice
Feed my lungs with fire and ice.
My heart waits for a cure
My heart waits for a cure
Take my hand, this fingered wing
Shake this sorrow, numb its sting.
My heart waits for a cure
My heart waits for a cure
Fold me in your blazing skin
Find me out and let me in.
My heart waits for a cure
My heart waits for a cure
Cage me in your cave so dark
Breathe me in and leave your mark.
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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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