Some favourite songs
Line in the sand by Lucy Kaplansky
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NrhEzOpA168
This news won’t break my heart
It’s already broken
I feel like a helpless girl
In this tender troubled world
Another bomb lights up the night
For someone’s vision of paradise
But it’s just a wasted sacrifice
That fuels the hate on the other side
All in the name of a holy land
All to claim a line in the sand
Oh, but the Promised Land
Is just across another line in the sand
Yeah, but the Promised Land
Is just across another line in the sand
Just like Calvary Soldiers do the bidding of their king
And dreams are lost one at a time
Blown across both sides of the line
You can’t kill a giant with just one stone
You can’t erase the story of a family’s home
A hate-filled heart still beats alone
Walking on that endless road
And there’s so much blood on all our hands
It cuts an even deeper line in the sand
Oh, but the Promised Land
Is just across another line in the sand
Yeah, but the Promised Land
Is just across another line in the sand
I hope a forgiving rain will fall sometime
And wash away that line
Oh, but the Promised Land
Is just across another line in the sand
Yeah, but the Promised Land
Is just across another line in the sand
Mother’s Day by Lucy Kaplansky
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XxL0KkKkjIg
It’s mother’s day, I’m in an airport alone
My daughter sounds happy on the phone
I’ve had her picture in my head all day
A mother wraps up her baby and walks away
She’s asleep when I get home
I wake up before anyone
Climb in her bed with her
And hold my body next to hers
Just an ordinary day hey ay
I kiss her face when she’s awake
She tells me about yesterday
She brings me the card she made for me
Molly & Bob on an apple tree
And I pour her milk, cook her eggs
Make her lunch, pack her bag
Walk her to school, kiss her goodbye
She runs inside and start to cry
Just an ordinary day
Just an ordinary day
An ordinary day hey ay
And I see that nanny from Nepal and I thank her for the mother’s day card
She’s bringing up someone else’s son
It’s been four years since she’s seen her own
At 3, Molly’s back in my arms
And she takes her ball and runs off with a friend
Some bad kids try to take it away
She grabs it right back, she’s not afraid
Just an ordinary day
Just an ordinary day
An ordinary day hey ay
Later on, I watch her sleep
That same picture returns to me
6 years ago, December day
A mother wraps up her baby and walks away
Just an ordinary day hey ay ay
Luka
Recorded by Susanne Vega
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1903x_suzanne-vega-luka_music
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you’ve seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was
I think it’s because I’m clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it’s because I’m crazy
I try not to act too proud
They only hit until you cry
And after that you don’t ask why
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore
Yes I think I’m okay
I walked into the door again
Well, if you ask that’s what I’ll say
And it’s not your business anyway
I guess I’d like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown
Just don’t ask me how I am
Just don’t ask me how I am
Written on the back of my hand by Lucy Kaplansky
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMKVVF1fXYA
You don’t have any secrets when you come into the world
You’re open like a book and the pages get filled
The leaves keep turning and on every single page
They write their story with the marks on you face
Marks on your face
Locked in your head an unbreakable code
A secret never spoken is a story never told
Gonna show you the back of my hand they say
You can hide those scars but they hurt you every day
They hurt you every day
They hurt you every day
Chorus
What was written on the back of his hand
You once said it out loud you won’t say it again
What was written on the back of his hand
You once said it out loud you won’t say it again
What was written on the back of his hand
You won’t say it again
Water is holy when it falls from the sky
Water tastes bitter when it falls from your eyes
Lay down on the ground and look up at the sky
There’s no rhyme or reason when you’re watching time fly
Watching time fly
When the stars come out the night is alive
Connect those stars with the lines of your life
With the lines on your hand with the words that you write
One true word’s gonna beat a pack of lies
Beat a pack of lies
Beat a pack of lies
Chorus
One true word’s gonna beat a pack of lies
One true word’s gonna beat a pack of lies
Beat a pack of lies
A favourite sad song sung by Nancy Griffith, Maura O’Connell and James Grant
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORMUqhofLGw
Fishing by Richard Shindell
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DjQ_dfIeopY
Please have a seat. I’m sorry I’m late
I know how long you’ve had to wait
I did not forget your documents
No time to waste, why not begin?
Here’s how it works, I’ve got these faces
You give them names and I won’t deport you
Make sure you face my tape recorder
Make no mistake, this fountain pen
Could put you on a plane by ten
And by the way, your next of kin
I know which house she’s hiding in
So now that you know whose skin you’re saving
In this photograph, who’s this one waving?
I think you know, so speak up, amigo
It says here that by trade you were a fisherman
Well I’ll bet you Indians can really reel them in
And if you get the chance
You should try to get up to Lake Michigan
Well maybe, but then again….
Where were we then? Is he your friend?
Well I recommend that you look again
Where does he stay? What is his name?
There is no shame. He’d do the same
So what do you say? I don’t have all day
It’s up to you. Which will it be
Good citizen or poor campesino?
My dad used to rent us this place in Ontario
He showed us how to cast the line and tie the flies
He used to say that God rewards us for letting the small ones go
Well maybe, but I don’t know
Anyway, it’s easy to bite. You just take the bait
You can’t fight the hook
Hurts less if you don’t try to dive
Senor, as you know I was a fisherman
And how full the nets came in
We hauled them up by hand
But when we fled, I left them just out past the coral reefs
They’re waiting there for me
Running deep
You stay here by Richard Shindell
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NDQvU2NsFI
Stand by me sung by Tracy Chapman
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7SNiezOBWPs
Behind the wall by Tracy Chapman
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfeUZJwioio
Tell it like it is by Tracy Chapman
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWTszsypwk0
Say it say it say it
Tell it like it is
What breaks your heart
What keeps you awake at night
What makes you want to break down and cry
But say you’ll never turn your back
Say you’ll never harden to the world
Say you’ll never try to still the rhythms in your breast
Say you’ll never look at the evil among us and try to forget
Say you’ll tell it like it is
Say it say it say it so everyone can hear
Say it say it say it tell it like it is
What breaks your hear
What keeps you awake at night
How your anger and grief
Make you want to cry out
And tell it like it is
But say you’ll never close your eyes
Or pretend that it’s a rosy world
Say you’ll never try to paint
What is rotten with a sugar-coat
Say you’ll talk about the horrors you’ve seen and the torment you know
And tell it like it is
Say it say it say it
So no one can forget
Say it say it say it Tell it like it is
What breaks your heart
What keeps you awake at night
What makes you want to break the ties that silence and bind
And tell it like it is
Say you’ll never cover your ears and close your mouth
And live in a silent world
Say you’ll only run as far or as fast as you need to be secure
Say that then you’ll tell the truth
When a lie could cross your lips
And tell it like it is
Say it say it say it – Say it say it say it
Say it say it say it – Say it say it say it
Say it say it say it – Say it say it say it
Say it say it say it – Say it say it say it
Rare bird by Eliza Gilkyson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OxiJZJOYOxo
Rare bird, I know your sorrow
Rare bird, I know your loneliness
Born into a crowded nest and given away
Solitaire girl, your voice crying in the wilderness
Where suffering brings holiness
At least that’s what they say
Rare bird, I wish you sanctuary
Rare bird I know your sorrow
It rings a little hollow with every passing day
It’s not fair girl
They want a piece of all of you
To form a line and follow you
And every word that you say
Rare bird, I wish you good company
With your razor wire and pitfalls
My way of climbing walls
And finding where the china dolls are hidden
Words can be misunderstood
But my intentions all were good
There’s nothing here not worth forgiving
I’m not the kind to hover near
Or stand in line to catch your ear
But I just want to get things clear between us
I know how to disappear
And leave by the backdoor dear
Make sure that no one here has seen us
Rare bird, I don’t want you to go down
Here on the poor side of town
There’s nothing left to say
Just this prayer girl
We’ll go on from here unbound
Meet again on higher ground
Some uncloudy day
Rare bird, just a little prayer from me
Rare bird
Tender Mercies by Eliza Gilkyson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0pXAGvjNs0
Across the world she tapes explosives to her chest
Steps into a shopping mall
A life devoid of all of mercy’s tenderness
Really isn’t any life at all
Tender mercies, tender mercies,
Come before despair
Shine down all your tender mercies
It’s every mother’s prayer
Down below the factory along the riverside
Children swimming in a poison pool
Playful afternoon of unintended suicide
Gone before they ever knew
Tender mercies, tender mercies,
Come before despair
Shine down all your tender mercies
It’s every mother’s prayer
Across the world she holds her loved ones to her chest
Lays them down and listens at the door
Everybody safe and warm among the truly blessed
How can we even dare to ask for more?
Tender mercies, tender mercies,
Come before despair
Shine down all your tender mercies
It’s every mother’s prayer
A Change Is Gonna Come sung by Otis Redding
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjEPXEdlgh0
A Change Is Gonna Come sung by Aretha Franklin
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6YCxXQ6Scw
And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda sung by Joan Baez
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_E9Nu8JinM0
When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murray’s green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It’s time to stop rambling ’cause there’s work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli
How well I remember that terrible day
How the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells
And in five minutes flat he’d blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again
Now those that were left, well we tried to survive
In a mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
But around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For no more I’ll go waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then turned all their faces away
And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, “What are they marching for?”
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong
Who’ll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?
[And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/]
This is to mother you by Sinead O’ Connor
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPo-HWWmXBU
This is to mother you
To comfort you and get you through
Through when your nights are lonely
Through when your dreams are only blue
This is to mother you
This is to be with you
To hold you and to kiss you too
For when you need me I will do
What your own mother didn’t do
Which is to mother you
All the pain that you have known
All the violence in your soul
All the wrong things you have done
I will take from you when I come
All mistakes made in distress
All your unhappiness
I will take away with my kiss, yes
I will give you tenderness
For child I am so glad I’ve found you
Although my arms have always been around you
Sweet bird although you did not see me
I saw you
And I’m here to mother you
To comfort you and get you through
Through when your nights are lonely
Through when your dreams are only blue
This is to mother you
In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fgaYgij-5TA
I Had Something by Lucy Kaplansky
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MNiDrqnRFnc
I had something, it fell from me
Something strong like a pounding drum
Like ringing bells when I was young
I had something and it was gone
I had something, made me walk all night
Made me run from home, made me fight
I had something, made me feel alone
Like an orphan waiting for a home
Every footstep that I take
Completes the circle my life makes
Every living thing has ties that bind
What I lost returns with love and time
I heard something, it called to me
And it told me I was saved
Not by God and not by words
Not by any living thing
It was the voice that I once knew
Of my daughter or my son
Not yet born and not yet known
Another orphan waiting for a home
Every footstep that I take
Completes the circle my life makes
Every living thing has ties that bind
What I lost returns with love and time
Every living thing has ties that bind
What I lost returns with love and time
“War” by Sinead O’Connor
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYVl3fGDxkg&list=AL94UKMTqg-9CkqUPl7Qjqzk9QPJrxnl0W
Until the philosophy,
which holds one race superior
and another inferior,
is finally and permanently
discredited and abandoned,
everywhere is war.
Until there is no longer first class
and second class citizens of any nation.
Until the colour of a man’s skin,
is of no more significance than
the colour of his eyes,
I’ve got to say “war”.
That until the basic human rights,
are equally guaranteed to all,
without regard to race,
I’ll say “war”
Until that day the dream of lasting peace,
world-citizenship and the rule of
international morality will remain
just a fleeting illusion to be pursued,
but never obtained.
And everywhere is war.
War in the east,
war in the west,
war up north,
war down south,
there is war,
and the rumours of war.
Until the ignoble and unhappy regime
which holds our sisters in,
Africa, yeah, Africa yeah,
sub-human bondage has been toppled,
utterly destroyed,
everywhere is war.
Until that day,
the African continent,
will not know peace.
We African will fight.
We find it necessary.
We know we shall win.
We have confidence in the victory
of good over evil
We people who are darker than blue
By Sinead O’Connor
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbJruEYVTqs
By Curtis Mayfield
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8hB9NsBe8xI
We people who are darker than blue
Are we gonna stand around this town
And let what others say come true
We’re just good for nothing they all figure
A boyish grown up shiftless jigger
Now we can’t hardly stand for that
Or is that really where it’s at
We people who are darker than blue
This ain’t no time for segregating
I’m talking `bout brown and yellow too
High yellow gal can’t you tell
I’m just the surface of our dark deep well
If your mind could really see
You’d know your colour same as me
Pardon me brother
As you stand in your glory
I know you won’t mind
If I tell the whole story
Now I know
We have great respect
For the sister and the mother
It’s even better yet
But there’s the joker in the street
Loving one brother and killing the other
When the time comes and we are really free
There’ll be no brothers left you see
We people who are darker than blue
Don’t let us hang around this town
And let what others say come true
We’re just good for nothing
They all figure
A boyish grown up shiftless jigger
Now we can’t hardly stand for that
Or is that really where it’s at
Wallflower by Peter Gabriel
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOHBjpjDsio
Six by six, from wall to wall
Shutters on the windows, no light at all
Damp on the floor you got damp in the bed
They’re trying to get you crazy get you out of your head
They feed you scraps and they feed you lies
To lower your defenses, no compromise
There’s nothing you can do, the day can be long
You mind is working overtime, your body’s not too strong
Hold on, hold on, hold on,
Hold on, hold on, hold on
They put you in a box so you can’t get heard
Let your spirit stay unbroken, may you not be deterred
Hold on, you have gambled with your own life
You faced the night alone
While the builders of the cages
Sleep with bullets, bars and stone
They do not see the road to freedom
That you build with flesh and bone
They take you out the light burns your eyes
To the talking room it’s not surprise
Loaded questions from clean white coats
Their eyes are all as hidden as their Hippocratic Oath
They tell you how to behave, behave as their guest
You want to resist them, you do your best
They take you to your limits, they take you beyond
For all that they are doing there’s no way to respond
Hold on, hold on
They put you in a box so you can’t get heard
Let your spirit stay unbroken, may you not be deterred
Hold on, you have gambled with your own life
You face the night alone
While the builders of the cages
Sleep with bullets, bars and stone
They do not see the road to freedom
That you build with flesh and bone
Though you may disappear, you’re not forgotten here
And I will say to you, I will do what I can do
You may disappear, you’re not forgotten here
And I will say to you, I will do what I can do
And I will do what I can do
I will do what I can do
Biko by Peter Gabriel
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKthMaepn7Y
‘Famine’ by Sinead O’Connor
‘And if there ever is gonna be healing
There has to be remembering
And then grieving
So that there then can be forgiving
There has to be knowledge and understanding’
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZCe8Fw8vyM
OK, I want to talk about Ireland
Specifically I want to talk about the “famine”
About the fact that there never really was one
There was no “famine”
See Irish people were only allowed to eat potatoes
All of the other food
Meat fish vegetables
Were shipped out of the country under armed guard
To England while the Irish people starved
And then on the middle of all this
They gave us money not to teach our children Irish
And so we lost our history
And this is what I think is still hurting me
See we’re like a child that’s been battered
Has to drive itself out of it’s head because it’s frightened
Still feels all the painful feelings
But they lose contact with the memory
And this leads to massive self-destruction
alcoholism, drug addiction
All desperate attempts at running
And in it’s worst form
Becomes actual killing
And if there ever is gonna be healing
There has to be remembering
And then grieving
So that there then can be forgiving
There has to be knowledge and understanding
All the lonely people
where do they all come from
An American army regulation
Says you mustn’t kill more than 10% of a nation
‘Cos to do so causes permanent “psychological damage”
It’s not permanent but they didn’t know that
Anyway during the supposed “famine”
We lost a lot more than 10% of our nation
Through deaths on land or on ships of emigration
But what finally broke us was not starvation
but it’s use in the controlling of our education
School go on about “Black 47”
On and on about “The terrible famine”
But what they don’t say is in truth
There really never was one
(Excuse me)
All the lonely people
(I’m sorry, excuse me)
Where do they all come from
(that I can tell you in one word)
All the lonely people
where do they all belong
So let’s take a look shall we
The highest statistics of child abuse in the EEC
And we say we’re a Christian country
But we’ve lost contact with our history
See we used to worship God as a mother
We’re suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Look at all our old men in the pubs
Look at all our young people on drugs
We used to worship God as a mother
Now look at what we’re doing to each other
We’ve even made killers of ourselves
The most child-like trusting people in the Universe
And this is what’s wrong with us
Our history books the parent figures lied to us
I see the Irish
As a race like a child
That got itself bashed in the face
And if there ever is gonna be healing
There has to be remembering
And then grieving
So that there then can be forgiving
There has to be knowledge and understanding
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from
We stand on the brink of a great achievement
In this Ireland there is no solution
to be found to our disagreements
by shooting each other
There is no real invader here
We are all Irish in all our
different kinds of ways
We must not, now or ever in the future,
show anything to each other
except tolerance, forbearance
and neighbourly love
because of our tradition everyone here
knows how he is and what God expects him to do.
Read more on Sinead O’Connor
http://www.jtmp.org/jtmp/node/511
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Still Life – Flesh and Bone by Lucy Kaplansky
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4AGIy0nHn6E
Sadness is a little boy looking
Out the window high above the city,
Counting statues of people on the buildings,
Thinking that the people are forever,
He wants his father to be a statue,
On the rooftop of his fatherless home,
So that he can always see him,
So that he will never leave him,
Late at night in the darkness of his dreaming,
His father’s words fall down in a rainstorm,
And the words become hands that will guide him,
Through his life in the world just beginning
You cannot live in bronze or stone,
Make your life in flesh and bone.
Stranded is a man no longer searching
For the life he had hoped for and imagined
Courting fear instead of a woman,
Holding sorrow as his only companion
Counting days like his money in the markets,
And watching life from the window in his office,
Maybe one day I’ll have the courage,
Maybe one day I’ll sail across the ocean.
But I feel safe in the light of my computer,
This is how I choose to live,
Fixed in stone a man will wither,
Running waters are the life of the river.
You cannot live in bronze or stone,
Make your life in flesh and bone
Remember me…
Frightened is an old man limping
Through the park on a dark December day,
He stands frozen at the base of a statue,
And he hopes for a warm hand to help him,
Tonight he will dream that he is flying,
Over banks of a river he remembers
His father’s voice will echo all around him,
His father’s hands will hold him in the sky,
Now I can sail across the ocean,
Now I will sail across the ocean,
Now I am sailing across the ocean.
I cannot live in bronze or stone,
I must live as flesh and bone.
Remember me…
Magdalene Laundry by Mary Coughlan
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GHWsLYtxzz0
The Magdalene Laundries by Joni Mitchell
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WcTqYpgeDoE
Little Green by Joni Mitchell
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvhdKywbcJ0
Some favourite songs by Joan Baez, whose beautiful music and personal commitment to civil rights and peace have always inspired me
Blowing in the Wind sung by Joan Baez
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLUDJlx5jEc
Let it be sung by Joan Baez
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TjQY_kPfwuo
Mary by Joan Baez
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IuwDBV0FhMM
A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall by Joan Baez
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYsKt-eAjXk
With God on Our Side by Joan Baez
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xUZGGFOV6FM
Where Have All the Flowers Gone by Joan Baez
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sKvdPsnkPC0
Lily by Joan Baez from her CD Gone from Danger
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=biefMrEFBwk
Mercy Bound by Joan Baez
‘Oh please don’t stop your dreaming
someday we’ll all be mercy bound’
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v2_53hJvSgk
Late last night I awoke in a dream
To the sound of a voice that was almost a scream…Oh, oh
From out of the city and out of the street
Out where the wind hits the cold concrete
It’s cold outside
Darkness your enemy
No place to hide
The voice said this to me
In your doorways I have shivered
In your alleys I have gone to ground
But I will be delivered
Someday I will be mercy bound
I dreamed again it was west L.A.
On a crowded street on a hot summer day
She was alone
Three months late and beginning to show
In a midriff blouse she would soon outgrow
She had no one to call
And no way home
And in my mind
I knew I’d seen myself
But in our blindness
It always seems like someone else
There I was a rag a bone
A remnant in your lost and found
I was for once truly alone
Longing to be mercy bound
And I knew that I would wander as child in the forest
Till they found me
And I called out to them but I could not penetrate the silence
All around me
And when I wake I know you’ll comfort me
And I won’t sleep again for an eternity
But others lie awake at night
In desperation more profound
And the coming of the morning light
Will not see them mercy bound
And some will never dream again
From sleeping on the ground
Just longing to belong
And dying to be mercy bound
Oh please don’t stop your dreaming
Someday we’ll all be mercy bound
Bird on the Wire by Leonard Cohen
Like a bird on the wire…I have tried in my way to be free
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tITreccwwMs
Anthem by Leonard Cohen
There is a crack, a crack in everything
that’s how the light gets in…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_e39UmEnqY8
The birds they sang
At the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what
Has passed away
Or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
Be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
Bought and sold
And bought again
The dove is never free.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in
We asked for signs
The signs were sent
The birth betrayed
The marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
Of every government
Signs for all to see.
I can’t run no more
With that lawless crowd
While the killers in high places
Say their prayers out loud.
But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up
A thundercloud
And they’re going to hear from me.
Ring the bells that still can ring
You can add up the parts
But you won’t have the sum
You can strike up the march,
There is no drum
Every heart, every heart
To love will come
But like a refugee
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in
That’s how the light gets in.
That’s how the light gets in.
The Land of Plenty by Leonard Cohen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHMxKgNbATo&list
Don’t really have the courage
To stand where I must stand
Don’t really have the temperament
To lend a helping hand
Don’t really know who sent me
To raise my voice and say:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day
I don’t know why I’ve come here,
Knowing as I do,
What you really think of me,
What I really think of you
For the millions in the prison,
That wealth has set apart –
For the Christ who has not risen,
From the caverns of the heart
For the innermost decision,
That we cannot but obey
For what’s left of our religion,
I lift my voice and pray:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day
I know I said I’d meet you,
I’d meet you at the store,
But I can’t buy it, baby.
I can’t buy it anymore
And I don’t really know who sent me,
To raise my voice and say:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day
For the innermost decision
That we cannot buy obey
For what’s left of our religion
I lift my voice and pray:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day
No time to cry by Iris Dement
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7VGGmTJqZs
Stones in the road written by Mary Chapin Carpenter and sung by Carpenter and Joan Baez
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qm2GSVIWls4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CPMWyiAESo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Q5OWmu7Fhw
Which side are you on by Natalie Merchant
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dC5o5mVpYPM
Hobo’s lullaby (Α Woody Guthrie song sung by W. Guthrie & Emmylou Harris)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SL9Z2p7mPyk (στίχοι)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfj2mxuVtuA
Calling My Children Home sung by Emmylou Harris
Songwriters: C. Waller, D. Lawson, B. Yates
Those lives were mine to love and cherish.
To guard and guide along life’s way.
I’m lonesome for my precious children,
they live so far away.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BpzK-c9Jxeg
Those lives were mine to love and cherish.
To guard and guide along life’s way.
Oh God forbid that one should perish.
That one alas should go astray.
Back in the years with all together,
around the place we’d romp and play.
So lonely now and oft’ times wonder,
Oh will they come back home some day
I’m lonesome for my precious children,
they live so far away.
Oh may they hear my calling…calling
And come back home some day
I gave my all for my dear children,
their problems still with love I share,
I’d brave life’s storm, defy the tempest
to bring them home from anywhere.
I lived my life my love I gave them,
to guide them through this world of strife,
I hope and pray we’ll live together,
in that great glad here after life.
I’m lonesome for my precious children,
they live so far away.
Oh may they hear my calling…calling
And come back home some day
‘Read all about it’ by Emeli Sande
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaAVByGaON0