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'live' at the cathedral
1 - transition phase
1v- nite falls and i stand here alone...
stars shine as i wait by the phone for your call…
2v- well i found out your binary code;
it’s too late now, we’ve gone separate ways down the road…
c- it’s too late, my resistance is gone; i live here and now...
my soul has a mind of its own; so much for the vow…
3v- young tight deep and wet she laid on my bed;
just a transition phase that went straight to my head…
4v- true love has a soldier unknown...
ties that once bound us draw blood and now cut to the bone...
c-
5 v- [ repeat 1 v ]
2 - to live another day
1v- in the western mountains, the sun sets red and blue…
the stars above me, the warm embrace of you...
and i know that you love me, it shows in things you do...
and i know that i love you, and that all of this is true; all of this is true...
2v- in the warm green valley, natures calm displayed...
well below the tree line, there the herd would lay
in the sunshine with their young ones, living out their day...
then the wolves came and the herd moved, choosing to give way;
to live another day...
inst-
3v- down the pac-coast highway, the moon was on the rise...
then a beam of ocean moonlight graced up into your eyes...
then you turned and smiled at me, and it made me smile too...
then i stopped the car and i kissed you,
harvesting a reason to live another day...
3 - song for jeffers
1v- why does the nite-time bring me fear, what do you have that brings me here ?...
life was never bonded to be long without the pain of doing wrong...
i fight to understand your words enough to fuse them into song,
i walk on; i walk on strong...
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2v- within the life of jesus christ,
you’ll find the flaw that can’t be priced, [ he was just a man.]...
i read your “mortems, post, ante”, and then a hundred times again…
i know how bertrand russell feels, i know the pain of using pen,
and then, a thousand times again…
inst-
3v- i know the long hard road to hell…
i know the costly toll as well…
i’ve used the courage gandhi used, i’ve suffered more than just abuse…
thru strength of will i took a pen, and then i used it to transcend…
i shape opinion for myself, i take compassion off the shelf,
i’m rich in love, and i share the wealth…
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4v- the age of reason’s come and gone…
i’ll die like every man has done...
i might rage against the dying light into the darkness of the nite…
your words have made me less alone,
i wrote “the spirit in the stone” for you; the spirit in the stone…
4 - the best i could
1v- if i only knew just what to say; if i only knew just when…
would it change the past and ease the pain,
would it change the way you feel; would it prove my love is real ?…
did i walk away with empty hands, when i could have had it all ?…
did i let the tide steal in on me; did i hear my conscience call ?…
c- i did the best i could, listen to me babe...
i did the best i could, and it was all for you…
i did the best i could…
i can do much better now…
2v- if i paid attention to the now; if i only knew just how;
would it change the past and ease the pain,
would it prove my love was real; would it change the way you feel ?…
did i lose my dream in selfish chase; did i value what was mine ?…
did it all get lost inside a haze ?; in the mirror my soul shined…
c-
in the mirror, my soul shined…
5 - damaged in the core
1v- i had a child by a woman who was damaged in the core…
i took the high road when i could, but when that failed i went to war;
i went to war…
2v- she practiced hatred and deception until she had it memorized…
the boy was poisoned in his soul and remains to this day paralyzed…
c- i very seldom judge the next one by the last…
i always hold a hope that seeds will take and grow…
sometimes i do get buried deep within the past;
and so it goes and so it goes and so it goes…
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3v- as i get older i get wiser, but the fuel is hard to light…
i met a friend inside a dream world, but he betrayed me every nite,
every single nite…
c-
4v- she gave her conscience less resistance, when all along it needed more…
i had a child by a woman who was damaged in the core…
6 - fktk
1v- all i want is just a loved one to be near me every day…
sharing laughter, sharing sorrow, sharing gathering the hay…
i can look and see a sunrise where another sees a cloud…
i can stand alone and bellow, or hear a voice inside a crowd…
c- we can’t even learn the hard way;
that to love and be loved is all we need…
stop an listen to what i say;
cultivate a soul and plant 1 more seed…
2v- i don’t have to shave my head smooth just to have my voice be heard…
i don’t ho for t v cameras, i just act upon my word…
fight the good fight by example, let your conscience be your “god”…
let your thoughts of hate be trampled with compassion by your side…
c-
3v- please don’t call me on your cell phone, i don’t wanna get email…
please don’t show me your computer, i’ve already tasted jail…
as we go into the future, we must not forget our past…
count the lonely, sick and homeless; from the first 1 to the last…
c-
7 - make love; and grow
1v- if you’ve got some love to give, then you’ve got some life to live;
and that’s a real good thing; that’s a real good thing…
do you notice years go by; does it wanna make you cry;
do you wanna start again, or wish it never was ?…
c- make love grow, make love grow…
make love; and grow…
2v- if you want your love to grow, try to say yes more than no;
if a chance to help comes by, it’s another seed to sow…
if you want your love to live, than you’ve gotta wanna give;
it’s gotta come straight from your soul; straight from your soul…
c-
3v- the 60’s ended long ago, i thought you just might wanna know
that love is still the thing to do if you really want to grow…
if you need help finding love, never turn your eyes above;
look into another’s eyes; that’s where you’ll find the prize…
c-
8 - don’t waste the blame
1v- here comes the nite; we sell our souls…
there goes the light, as we grow old…
2v- can’t breathe the air; can’t swim the sea…
can’t trust your “gods”; can’t just blame me…
c- don’t waste the blame; your choice, or name…
do more, say less…
don’t waste the blame…
3 v- [ repeat 1 v ]
9 - being without you
1v- the stars out tonite seem to dare me; the loneliest man on the earth…
being without you surely scares me; it goes to my feelings of worth….
you are the ghost of what has been; some things can never be changed…
i’m of a mind to go dreaming; if loving you can’t be arranged…
c- it’s easy to say, it’s harder to do…
when love goes away, it goes away blue…
what ever happened to me and you ?…
2v- now part of me floats down this river; and part of my soul swims upstream…
tied to the gift is the giver; this pain is the source of my dreams…
when will my love be discovered; when will she ever be found;
when will she come into my life, lifting my soul off the ground ?…
c-
4v- the stars out tonite seem to dare me…
being without you surely scares me…
10 - people like me and you
1v- i know what you’re feeling; i feel it too…
but time has a way of dealing with people like me and you…
c- people like me and you…
people like me and you…
2v- lonely is a lifetime; when stars are crossed…
painfull is the memory; when love gets lost…
c- [ x’s 3]
3v- loss can have you kneeling; blade to the vein…
the pain can have you stealing some gauze for the stain…
i know what you’re feeling; cause i feel it too…
but time has a way of dealing with people like me and you…
c- [ x’s 4]
11 - don’t care
1v- and she say she got to know me enough to show me her stuff
cause she like it rough but i don’t know if it’s my thing;
or if she like the cock thing an bling thing so bad
i’ll end up in sing sing sad an bein’ had an minus all glad
but ya don’t care, don’t care…
2v- her world is too filled with thrills an bills to the big dollar love holler
sex collar, but i’m just a fella who’d like to tell her that real life is bigger,
an i ain’t the knigga who’ll pull her trigger
just like the cops who stop us an pop us an strap us
an bust a cap in steel cage white rage low wage monkey jobs
an ya don’t care, don’t care…
c- it seem like you just don’t care…
it seem like you just don’t care…
don’t care…
3v- the foundation of mass communication is just a vacation to a nation
where station has meaning to the left handed gleaning of soil an sorrow
to toil an borrow what roils within the sin of a dominating worldview;
where bigger is better an law is the letter that shackles an fetters
while jet-setters fly high an stay there an ya don’t care, don’t care…
4v- and in the end these words like birds fly high
when i’m lick lovin’ push shovin’ my jimmy in her oven,
as day breaks an the world shines in a fun glass so fine
that i can’t find my sisters an brothers and fathers an mothers separate
an date rape caught on videotape in the 7-11 heaven
of biggies eye in the sky apple pie where kids cry and ya don’t care; well…
c-
5v- and this hop ain’t meant to be lyrical satirical empirical
or some miracle of mazes an phrases so hollow a bloodhound can’t follow,
the hole in my soul so wide it could eat the whole sky…
till gettin’ over’s gone supernova i can’t cry an know why
cause i can’t get high when we don’t care, don’t care…
c-
12 - tear hate down
1v- in the confines of the compound, the children burned and died…
when the a g did her sound bite, she said she tried and tried…
well i watched the instant replays for 51 short days;
when the end came into focus, the children were betrayed…
c- turn the page of your history book…
fill the new page with truth love and pride…
stand against all that is wrong in this world…
if you make this promise, then i’ll stand by your side…
2v- it was noon in oklahoma, just like every other day;
and that was just the problem, it’s always been that way…
then a young man lit a truck bomb and the sparks began to fly…
it was time for t v questions; all john q could ask was “why” ?…
if you think about it deeply; unless you break the chain;
then reaction breeds reaction, and all that’s left is pain…
c-
3v- when the leaders cheat their subjects and lie and steal their rights,
then the next in line get ready and talk soon turns to fight…
even neil young’s deep in jingo, so i guess the end is near;
i can hear the “angels” trumpet, cause it’s blaring in my ears…
but solution isn’t easy, it should never seem to be…
it’s the hard won strength of conscience that will set you free…
c-
4v- hard times, airplane bombs; tall buildings come crumbling to the ground…
bloody nose, broken crest, in the bullies front yard the east comes to the west…
there’s a story to be told, [ by the have-nots, out in the cold.]…
c- tear hate down…tear hate down…tear hate down…
5v- farewell to what’s left of your rights,
the baby’s out with the bath water in the street...
status quo, oil is gold; a bigger gun makes a bigger man so you’re told;
and it’s all good if it sold; but there’s no place here for the old…
c-
6v- now if you’re poor, you’re gonna get raped,
can’t talk to your lawyer cause you both know you’re bein’ taped…
someday it’s all gonna end;
i hope my boy has the courage to transcend whatever’s comin’ around the bend…
c-
