LYRICS
Crossing the line
That’s not the half of it
Did you forget regret?
Crossing the line
While having a fit
Did you forget respect
Bombing babies for bombing babies
Am I blind? I can’t see!
Killing babies hypocrisy
Though the sandbox isn’t mine
I’m drawing the line
When you’re the killing kind
When you’re killing the kind
When you’re crossing the line
It’s not all fine
When it’s you crossing, too
LYRICS
If you’re feelin’ a ‘lil blue
I’ve the remedy just for you
The blues will take your blues away
Bluebird singin’ about a sunny day
Sunny days are on your way
If a black cloud follows you around
Don’t let it ever let it get you down
Ear to the earth and feel the sound
Soon enough your song will be found
If a shadow follows you
Something you can do
To your heart be true
Shine the point-of-view
LYRICS
I really don’t know
Why ya wanna go so low
Shouldn’t we give high a try
Take my hand and learn to fly
Air thins into heaven… into the heavens
We’re seeing the show
Your reap, your sow
Whoa… oh, oh, oh
I really don’t know
But what the hey, hey!
Let’s give’r a try
Take my hand we’ll learn to fly
The air thins in heaven
Air is thin in heaven
Air is thin
We’re in heaven
Comin’ home again
LYRICS
A dude in Düsseldorf wielding and axe
Orlando, Bowling Green and other lax facts
We call these terrorist attacks?
We call these…
Oh, Lord, please
Woods through the trees
Watching hell freeze…
Over
Discover getting closer to over
Try to bend The End?
Make no mistake
It might break
A machete at the Leuve
Messing with the groove
Bomb the Boston Marathon
The list goes on and on
Sandy Hook we mistook
Virginia Tech… what the heck?
Colorado… we don’t know
South Carolina… na, na, na
ABOUT THE SONG
A song about mistaking acts of violence as “terror attacks”.
Dusseldorf axe attack leaves seven people injured
Mar 9, 2017 – One man arrested after what German police say appears to be a random attack at city’s main train station.
Kellyanne Conway cites ‘Bowling Green massacre’
Feb 3, 2017 – 2, White House counselor Kellyanne Conway defended President Trump’s travel ban with inaccurate claims of a “Bowling Green massacre,”
Feb 3, 2017 – PARIS — French soldiers opened fire on a man wielding a machete who shouted “Allahu akbar” as he attacked them near the Louvre museum
Style: Protest Folk Rock
Chords: E E7 / A G E / A G A G A G E
Vocals, Guitar
Written at the corner of Gay and Church Streets in Chester County, West Chester, PA.
LYRICS
Partly cloudy
Just enough blue
Let’s the sun through
A pretty day in the city
A great day in America
The children sing, “La, la, la”
A warm breeze
Turns thoughts like these
Into life’s keys
A glimpse of you
In the rearview
Are you coming to?
A pretty day in the city
A great day in America
The children sing, “La, la, la”
LYRICS
Loom BOOM!
What was it that you wanted?
Make room
Egos are over flaunted
The lowering of the boom
Can happen none to soon
The more I realize
The less the surprise
Loom BOOM! What is it you want to do?
Got broom… is it time to clean the zoo?
Loom BOOM! Where is it you want to go?
Zoom zoom… round and round if you don’t know
Loom BOOM! Who is it you want to see?
Soul groom… what it is that I can be
Loom BOOM! When is it you want to start?
Doom boom… let’s blow if up with our heart
LYRICS
I got a permit to carry my axe
Now going out and have some attacks
Allowed to sing and dance some, too
Now the question is, “How about you?”
Got your permit?
We’ll get lit!
Got your permit?
Let’s get lit!
Got your permit?
Come get lit!
Got your permit?
Get you permit
You better make it quick
Do some magic that’s really slick
Rabbit from a hat… or slight-of-hand trick
I might recite while fire juggling
Thespian, asked again, “Are you acting?”
I might read what I write
Then play it right into the night
Draw with chalk on the sidewalk
Now I’ve a permit, they can’t balk
Got your permit?
We’ll get lit!
Got your permit
Let’s get lit!
Got your permit?
Get you permit
You better make it quick
ABOUT THE SONG
A song about an unconstitutional law that makes performance art a crime in West Chester, Pennsylvania. You must have a permit to do any of the following:
acting, singing, playing musical instruments, pantomime, juggling, magic, dancing, reading, puppetry, sidewalk art (working with non-permanent, water-soluble media, i.e., chalk, pastels, or watercolors directly on the pavement), and reciting.
Style: Protest Folk Rock
Chords: E A B7
Vocals, Guitar
Alternative version includes electric piano and electric slide guitar
Written and recorded West Chester, Pennsylvania
From the album Gay Church
LYRICS
Follow the bouncing ball
It’s a sing-along for all
The Bouncing Ball Ball
Be you picker be you grinner
Leave a glass slipper
Following The Bouncing Ball Ball
Follow the bouncing ball
Dance, twirl, sprawl
The Bouncing Ball Ball
Enormous for us all
Enormous with us all
The Bouncing Ball Ball
By chance would care to dance
Dip full? We’ll enthrall
I’ll catch you… you won’t fall
At The Bouncing Ball Ball
Carriage-pumpkin uninstall
Stroke of midnight call
Better get back to your house
Before your ride turns to mouse
LYRICS
The days are getting warmer
I’ll meet you at the corner
Bring your guitar
We’ll sing a bar
Of any ole blues you choose
When you’re done paying your dues
Any ole blues you choose
The days are getting longer
Meet me down at the corner
Come on, come
And bring your drum
Play any ole blues you choose
And, there’s really nothing to lose
Any ole blues you choose
We’re not getting younger
Meet me up at the corner
Raising your voice
To voice your choice
With any ole blues you choose
Singing any ole blues you choose
Any ole blues you choose
LYRICS
Sun ray
Dance and play
Shine fine
Make my day
You know who
Playing peek-a-boo
From behind a cloud
Follow the leader
With my shadow
Tight rope teeter
Look out below!
Come out in the sun
Let’s have some fun
Step into the light
Feeling all right
Alright, bright
Light in sight
E
I hear the train a-coming, it's rolling round the bend
E7
and I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
A E
I'm stuck at Folsom Prison, and time keeps draggin' on
B7 E
But that train keeps a-rollin' on down to San Antone
E
When I was just a baby, my Mama told me 'Son,
E7
always be a good boy; don't ever play with guns.'
A E
But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die
B7 E
when I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry
[Guitar solo/interlude]
I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
But I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a moving, and that's what tortures me
Well, if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
LYRICS
Your hands are bleeding
’cause you’re not conceding
You know…
Why don’t you just let go
Get a hold on your heart
Let the hate depart
Dissipate the hate
Why don’t you just let go?
Participate dissipate hate
You know…
Why don’t you just let go?
Get a grip on emotions
Try flowing like the oceans
Ride the wave
Why don’t you just let go?
Be brave… behave… surf the wave
With the flow
Why don’t you just let go?
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: Protest Folk Rock
Chords: E / D A G E
Vocals, Guitar, Piano, Organ
Written about the corner of Gay and Church Streets in Chester County, West Chester, PA.
LYRICS
Look! He did it again
While wearing a grin
Did it again
Would you look at him
Well, take a look
The dirty crook
Stole my mother’s pocketbook
Would you take a look
The bones they rattled
The bones they shook
Their brains are scattered
Just take a look
Do you think it’s a sin
The he’s takin’, takin’, takin’ again
The margin for error is too slim
Would you get a load of him
Look! He did it again
