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In Time
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IN TIME (MichaelWweston King)
In time we’ll find forgiveness
In time we’ll understand
In time we’ll learn to love them
Even though they tore up our land
Who will wipe us, who will clean us
Who will hide us, who will feed us
Not Mohammed no not Jesus
Or the ones who came to save us
IN TIME, IN TIME, IN TIME, IN TIME
We live below the flight path
I lie awake and I can hear
Clouds parted by the rockets
Shattered stars that land so near
Sound the bull horns, light the candles
Draw the curtain bolt the door
Come and shelter here beside me
They cant hurt you any more
IN TIME, IN TIME, IN TIME, IN TIME
Some are seeking retribution
Most just doing what they’re told
They don't have a reason
They’re just boys, bought and sold
down the river, down the gutter
their blood and tears flow down the drain,
some will hope for Redemption
some just hope to kill the pai���n
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IN TIME, IN TIME, IN TIME, IN TIME
When this feeble life is over
And time for me will be no more
All the victories, all the failures
They won’t matter anymore
Now faith is something I’ve no faith in
One man’s faith is another mans death
There really is no one to cling to
When we draw our final breath
IN TIME, IN TIME, IN TIME, IN TIME
He spiked the drinks of the working classes
Then threw up down the party dress
Now a black knight in the white house
Is gonna try and clean up his mess
Tell the hit man not to miss him
Tell the judge to send him down
He broke the will of men and women
He brought a plague upon this town
IN TIME, IN TIME, IN TIME, IN TIME
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I Didn't Raise My Boy To Be A Soldier
(Lyrics by Alfred Bryan, Music by Michael Weston King)
Ten million soldiers to the war have gone,
Who may never return again.
Ten million mothers’ hearts must break
For the ones who died in vain.
Head bowed down in sorrow
In her lonely years,
I heard a mother murmur through her tears
“I didn’t raise my boy to be a soldier,
I brought him up to be my pride and joy,
Who dares to put a rifle on his shoulder,
To shoot some other mother’s darling boy?
Let nations talk through their troubles,
It’s time to put the sword and gun away,
There’d be no war today,
If mothers all would say,
“I didn’t raise my boy to be a soldier.”
What victory can cheer a mother’s heart,
When she looks upon her empty home?
What victory can bring her back
All she cared to call her own?
Let each mother answer
In the years to be,
Remember that my boy belongs to me
“I didn’t raise my boy to be a soldier,
I brought him up to be my pride and joy,
Who dares to put a rifle on his shoulder,
To shoot some other mother’s darling boy?
Let nations talk through their troubles,
It’s time to put the sword and gun away,
There’d be no war today,
If mothers all would say,
“I didn’t raise my boy to be a soldier.”
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Life Is Fine
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Life Is Fine (Words by Langston Hughes, Music by Michael Weston King)
I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.
I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn't a-been so cold
I might've sunk and died.
But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!
I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.
I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn't a-been so high
I might've jumped and died.
But it was High up there! It was high!
So since I'm still here livin',
I guess I will live on.
I could've died for love
But for livin' I was born
Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry--
I'll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.
Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!
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4. |
Hey Ma, I'm Coming Home
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Hey Ma, I'm Coming Home (Michael Weston King)
Hey Ma, I got your note
It means so much to me that you wrote
The news from home
About Janie and the girls
Can’t believe I missed their birthdays
It’s been 3 years in a row
I hope they forgive me when their older
I hate how I’ve missed them grow
How is Jane, does she cope without me?
She never signed on for this
Guess it’s something she’s grown used to
I can still taste her farewell kiss
But never more
Shall I roam
Guess what ma
I’m coming home
Do you remember the day we signed up?
15 young men proudly lined up
You were scared
But dad was proud
I told you Ma that I’d be all right
Polished buttons, polished boots
Wore my cap down over my eyes
Guess I was hiding from the truth
Right now I couldn’t tell you what is true
Tell pa it’s not like in his day
You never see the whites of their eyes
You never see who you’re fighting
Death just falls out of the sky
And it’s summertime, it always feels like su|mmertime
But never more
Shall I roam
Guess what ma
I’m coming home
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
So hot here on the tarmac
Waiting as the load the crates
Me and Jack and Bill and Jimmy
I’m still here with all my mates
Do you remember Ma, you danced with Jimmy
At my 18th birthday do
They made such of fuss of you Ma
I think Bill quite fancied you
Well Ma, I’d better sign off now
Time for me to get on that plane
My box will soon be loaded
And 15 others that all look the same
Neatly stacked beside each other
Jack’s below me, Bill’s to my right
We’re all so tired we could sleep forever
No one will wake us on this flight
As we dream, dream of coming home
But never more
Shall I roam
I told you Ma
I’d be coming home
Yes Ma, I’m coming home
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Parish Of Rope
05:00
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Parish Of Rope (Paul Hesketh / Oliver Lomax)
No faith to fix on our young men
No bodies bleeding for the relevant
Same faith, same race,
Had the police really given chase?
Some men have a lot of time to rot
Wrapped up in flags beside their cots
Palm beats, Psalm horrors
Little Tommy’s got ivory dollars,
Are you shooting back at England now through love’s disguise
The valor pamphlets tell what life you should devise
But no-one seems to be moving
They’re still kicking edgar allan poe,
As I make my way down tonight to the parish of rope
All the balladeeers of the pearl swords
Turn back to what they can afford
Silver bone, Christ casino
I roll a dice on my alter ego
Ill see your effigy forever and a day
Nobody seems to be what they claim
Pound note, Freedom vote
I saw them waiting at the justice court
Did you feel like Harold Wilson on the Morecambe and wise
As I found you slowly hanging from your east blood oxford tie
I got all t©he pistols
I got all the pills to cope
As I lay my body down tonight in the parish of rope
How many dawns must we wake to learn
The rules of engagement now return
Old song, kind persuasion
I pay no mind for a sovereign nation
I saw you bow your head and touch her hand
But provincial towns don’t understand
Sweet village, picket pictures
We need one hundred ruby stitches
This is your life would chill you to the bone
It would leave you feeling so alive, yet so alone
They couldn’t trace our father
It was too much for him to cope
So someones mising out tonight in the parish of rope
No faith to fix on our young men
No bodies bleeding for the relevant
Same faith, same race,
Had the police really given chase?
There’s a sleeping revolution in the pages of our minds
This land is only matter, and its only a matter of time
They wont forgive a soul
just stand around and gloat
as they send us all victorious to the parish of rope
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Cops Of The World
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Cops of the world (Phil Ochs)
Come, get out of the way, boys
Quick, get out of the way
You'd better watch what you say, boys
Better watch what you say
We've rammed in your harbor and tied to your port
And our pistols are hungry and our tempers are short
So bring your daughters around to the port
'Cause we're the Cops of the World, boys
We're the Cops of the World
We pick and choose as please, boys
Pick and choose as please
You'd best get down on your knees, boys
Best get down on your knees
We're hairy and horny and ready to shack
We don't care if you're yellow or black
Just take off your clothes and lie down on your back
'Cause we're the Cops of the World, boys
We're the Cops of the World
Our boots are needing a shine, boys
Boots are needing a shine
But our Coca-cola is fine, boys
Coca-cola is fine
We've got to protect all our citizens fair
So we'll send a battalion for everyone there
And maybe we'll leave in a couple of years
'Cause we're the Cops of the World, boys
We're the Cops of the World
Dump the reds in a pile, boys
Dump the reds in a pile
You'd better wipe of that smile, boys
Better wipe off that smile
We'll spit through the streets of the cities we wreck
We'll find you a leader that you can't elect
Those treaties we sighned were a pain in the neck
'Cause we're the Cops of the World, boys
We're the Cops of the World
Clean the johns with a rag, boys
Clean the johns with a rag
If you like you can use your flag, boys
If you like you can use your flag
We've got too much money we're looking for toys
And guns will be guns and boys will be boys
But we'll gladly pay for all we destroy
'Cause we're the Cops of the World, boys
We're the Cops of the World
Please stay off of the grass, boys
Please stay off of the grass
Here's a kick in the ass, boys
Here's a kick in the ass
We'll smash down your doors, we don't bother to knock
We've done it before, so why all the shock?
We're the biggest and toughest kids on the block
'Cause we're the Cops of the World, boys
We're the Cops of the World
When we butchered your son, boys
When we butchered your son
Have a stick of our gum, boys
Have a stick of our buble-gum
We own half the world, oh say can you see
The name for our profits is democracy
So, like it or not, you will have to be free
'Cause we're the Cops of the World, boys
We're the Cops of the World
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Sounds Of Our Time
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Sounds Of Our Time (Jim Ford)
If you listen you can hear
a little childs cry
sounds to me like the pangs of hunger
listen you can hear
all them big guns flire
sounds to me like my brothers dying
listen you can hear
screams down in the street
I’ll the bet the heats’ done come and got him,
The Sounds of our times ring loud to my mind,
and I’ll never get used to the sound
i’ll never get used tpo the sound
If you listen you can hear
the sound of the wind
choking on our pollution
listen you can hear
the rain falling down
but it ain’t drowning our revolution
if you listen to the sound
lord, a mile there in the ground
you’ll hear the man mad��e bomb of self-destruction
The Sounds of our times ring loud to my mind,
think I’ll never get used to this sound
said i’ll never get used to the sound
said i’ll never get used to the sound
Hate, Fear,
These are the men
lost and found in our society
War (war), kill (kill), all we could feel
What if nobody would pay their taxes
Freedom (freedom), peace (peace), just words they teach
in a 4th grade class in school in American history
Oh The Sounds of our times ring loud to my mind,
think I’ll never get used to the sound
said i’ll never get used to the sound
said i’ll never get used to the sound
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High Price Blues
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High Price Blues (Music & word - Roosevelt Sykes, additional words, Michael Weston King)
I'll tell you something
Ain't no joke
Our cost of living is keeping me broke
Prices going higher
Way up higher
Prices going so high tell me what are we gonna do
Walking the meat market
Just about noon
Prices so high cow jumped over the moon
Prices going higher
Yes way up higher
Prices going so high, what are we gonna do?
Lame is gonna walk
Blind is gonna see
But these high prices they are killing me
Prices going higher
Yes way, way up higher
Things are going so high, what, baby, can I do?
Meat, butter and eggs
Getting higher still
Don't even get no change from five dollar bill
Prices going higher
Yes, way up higher
No disgrace to be poor but it's a little handy for me
Horses and the numbers
Odds are still insane
Looks like your taxes will erase any gain
Prices going higher
Yes, way up higher
Prices going so high I don't think I will work no more
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Is There Anybody Here
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Is There Anybody Here (Phil Ochs )
Is there anybody here who'd like to
change his clothes into a uniform
Is there anybody here who thinks they're
only serving on a raging storm
Is there anybody here with glory in their eyes
loyal to the end, whose duty is to die
I wanna see him
I wanna wish him luck
I wanna shake his hand, wanna call his name
Put a medal on the man.
Is there anybody here who'd like to wrap
a flag around an early grave
Is there anybody here who thinks they're
standing taller on a battle wave
Is there anybody here like to do his part
soldier to the world and a hero to his heart
I wanna see him
I wanna wish him luck
I wanna shake his hand, wanna call his name
Put a medal on the man
Is there anybody here proud of the parade
who'd like to give a cheer and show they're not afraid
I'd like like to ask him what he's trying to defend
Oh I'd like to ask him what he thinks he's gonna win
Is there anybody here who thinks that following
the orders takes away the blame
Is there anybody here who wouldn't
mind a murder by another name
Is there anybody here whose pride is on the line
with the honor of the brave and the courage of the blind
I wanna see him
I wanna wish him luck
I wanna shake his hand, wanna call his name
Put a medal on the man
Is there anybody here so proud of the parade
who'd like to give a cheer and show they're not afraid
I'd like to ask him what he's trying to defend
I'd like to ask him what he thinks he's gonna win
Is there anybody here who thinks that following
the orders takes away the blame
Is there anybody here who wouldn't
mind a murder by another name
Is there anybody here whose pride is on the line
with the honor of the brave and the courage of the blind
I wanna see him
I wanna wish him luck
I wanna shake his hand, ganna call his name
Put a medal on the man
Medal on the man
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In Spain The Dogs Are Too Tired To Bite You (Michael Weston King)
The devil rode across my sky
Cloven hoofed and withering eye
While all around frightened women kissed pictures of Christ
Now cloud shapes quickly change their form
But the devil hung around for an hour or more
And everywhere I looked I saw his eyes
Lit by the moon of an eastern sky
I called to satan don't take me alive
But he just started and to my surprise
In the blackness of the darkness he had a twinkle in his eyes
I tried to shut out this nightmare scene
But I dreamed a dream, a torrid dream
Where women shrieked and children screamed
And I as I dreamed I too screamed louder
As little blue pills and lines of powder
Where forced inside my mouth and nose
By tattooed boys wearing soldiers clothes
But breathe in boy, breathe in deep
You think you're dreaming but you're not asleep
You are awake and you always have been
So feel the pleasure fell the pain
See the tears in your mothers eyes
You caused them all, you and your lies
See those children lost to you
They seek you now but your lost too
Lost in your self, and your selfish ways
With bleeding heart and your purple haze
You think you're good you think you're clean
But are mine, and you always have been.
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I pity the poor immigrant (Bob Dylan)
I pity the poor immigrant
Who wishes he would've stayed home
Who uses all his power to do evil
But in the end is always left so alone
That man whom with his fingers cheats
And who lies with every breath
Who passionately hates his life
And likewise, fears his death
I pity the poor immigrant
Whose strength is spent in vain
Whose heaven is like ironsides
Whose tears are like rain
Who eats but is not satisfied
Who hears but does not see
Who falls in love with wealth itself
And turns his back on me
I pity the poor immigrant
Who tramples through the mud
Who fills his mouth with laughing
And who builds his town with blood
Whose visions in the final end
Must shatter like the glass
I pity the poor immigrant
When his gladness comes to pass
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Simple Song Of Freedom
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Simple Song Of Freedom (Bobby Darin)
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war.
Hey, there, mister black man, can you hear me?
I don't want your diamonds or your game
I just want to be someone known to you as me
And I will bet my life you want the same.
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war.
Seven hundred million are ya list'nin'?
Most of what you read is made of lies
But, speakin' one to one ain't it everybody's sun
To wake to in the mornin' when we rise?
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war.
Brother Solzhenitsyn, are you busy?
If not, won't you drop this friend a line
Tell me if the man who is plowin' up your land
Has got the war machine upon his mind?
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war.
Now, no doubt some folks enjoy doin' battle
Like presidents, prime ministers and kings
So, let's all build them shelves
Where they can fight among themselves
Leave the people be who love to sing.
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war.
I say … let it fill the air …
Tellin' people everywhere …
We, the people here, don't want a war.
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Michael Weston King Montgomery, UK
Former leader of Alt. Country pioneers, The Good Sons, 12 years a solo artist and currently 1/2 of award winning country
soul duo My Darling Clementine.
"King has a voice part Nashville balladeer and part Alt Country hero, a cross between Nick Cave and Rodney Crowell"
- The Independent
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