LYRICS
Go on now shake your money maker
Gotta make those coins sing
Come on now make givers of takers
Turn it into a Sunday thing
Chorus
It’s funny how this human race is run
When someone’s lost, how can anyone have won?
And, the band played on under the sun
[alternative verse: Enjoy turning takers to givers… just for fun]
Go on now make your money shake Her
Gotta make those angels sing
Come on now make givers of livers
It’ll never be a mundane thing
LYRICS
Ya saddle on up next to me
I lose my gravity
Now I’m starting to see
… starting to see clearly
Ride, cowgirl, ride
Take me by the arm and swing me ’round
I ain’t ever, ever coming down
Though this dance has four equal sides
It’s definitely one of my more chaotic rides
LYRICS
A reminiscence about the resonance
Of your presence
In place with God
At peace with the sword
Oh my, Lord!
Being able to see what will be
Be it what it may for is surely maybe
Maybe we’d see
We as a seed
n’ proceed to succeed
Without greed
Fulfill the need
Breed to feed society
LYRICS
Did you ever wonder where the reign goes
When it tumbles
As time fumbles
Who knows?
When the reign falls
It’s rolling on off the hill
It’s rolling on off… still
The king turns to court jester
We sing tunes to support Her
When first is last… and last first
Beggars quench their thirst
In a flood of blood
No surprise… up to your eyes
It’s rolling on off the hill
It’s rolling on off… still
LYRICS
The demons won’t let him alone
Try n’ make it so there’s no comfort at home
(No comfort zone)
When you lay down the music solid and thick
You can raise the the dead to think quick
You can stop that dog
In it’s tracks
Ain’t no opinion
It’s a matter of facts
You can pave the way
No look-backs
Layered like onion
Fills the void… that lacks
This song is about the power of music. There is a man in West Chester known as “chicken man” because he hides his face and fears all. While he was walking by, a pit bull stopped dead in his tracks when he heard me writing this song on guitar. Music calms the savage beast.
Made in America (Ole Courthouse Steps, West Chester, Chester County, Pennsylvania, United States of America.)
LYRICS
She’ll be coming ’round for certain
When she does
She’ll be coming ’round for certain
When she does
She’ll be coming ’round for certain
Don’t wanna be warrin’ nor hurtin’
She’ll be driving six white horses
Pullin’ a chariot of fire with purpose
And she’ll be ridin’ in it
Whippin’ and spit