Early 21st Century Blues

Released May 6, 2005


1. License to Kill
(Bob Dylan )

Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please
And if things don't change soon, he will.
Oh, man has invented his doom,
First step was touching the moon.

Now, there's a woman on my block,
She just sit there as the night grows still.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

Now, they take him and they teach him and they groom him for life
And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill,
Then they bury him with stars,
Sell his body like they do used cars.

Now, there's a woman on my block,
She just sit there facin' the hill.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

Now, he's hell-bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused,
And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill.
All he believes are his eyes
And his eyes, they just tell him lies.

But there's a woman on my block,
Sitting there in a cold chill.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?

Ya may be a noisemaker, spirit maker,
Heartbreaker, back breaker,
Leave no stone unturned.
May be an actor in a plot,
That might be all that you got
'Til your error you clearly learn.

Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool
And when he sees his reflection, he's fulfilled.
Oh, man is opposed to fair play,
He wants it all and he wants it his way.

Now, there's a woman on my block,
She just sit there as the night grows still.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?


7. Handouts In the Rain
(Richie Havens)

You can talk about your neighbor
You can grab him by the collar
You can hurt him only if he hollers
"Let me go…let me go"

But we all know that’s old-fashioned
And it can only lead to pain
Where we might end up on the corner
Taking handouts in the rain

You can bomb your foreign brother
You can hurt him until he dies
You can kill him until he never asks you why
You’re on his land…you’re on his land

But we all know that’s all over
And that can only lead to blame
Where we might end up for our country
Taking handouts in the rain

You can trample on your sister
You can hurt her only if she cries
You can hurt her only if she cares
With all her heart…with all her heart

But we all know she’d be a mother
And that could only lead to shame
Where she might end up for her children
Taking handouts in the rain

Teach your children stories
You can fill them full of lies
You can make them all despise
One another…one another

But when they all find out later
And they call us by our rightful names
And send us shamefully to old age
Taking handouts in the rain
Taking handouts in the rain
Taking handouts in the rain
close


2.
Two Soldiers
(Traditional, arranged by Cowboy Junkies)

He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy
his voice was low with pain
I'll do your bidding comrade mine
If I ride back again
but if you ride back and I am dead
you'll do as much for me
Mother, you know, must hear the news
so write to her tenderly

She's a-waiting at home like a patient saint
her fallen face paled with woe
Her heart would be broken when I am gone
I'll see her soon, I know.
Just then the order came to charge
for an instant hand touched hand
They sayed "aye" and away they rode
that brave and devoted band

Straight was the course to the top of the hill
and the rebels they shot and shelled
Plowed furroughs of death through the toiling ranks
and guarded them as they fell
There soon was a horrible dying yell
from heights that they could not gain
And those who doom and death had spared
rode slowly back again

But among the dead that were left on the hill
was the boy with curly hair
The tall dark man who fought by his side
Lay dead beside him there
Well there was was no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
the words that her lover had said
While mother at home is awaiting her boy
She'll only know he's dead
She'll only know he's dead


8.
Isn't It A Pity
(George Harrison )

Isn't it a pity
Now, isn't it a shame
How we break each other's hearts
And cause each other pain
How we take each other's love
Without thinking anymore
Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a pity

Some things take so long
But how do I explain
When not too many people
Can see we're all the same
And because of all their tears
Their eyes can't hope to see
The beauty that surrounds them
Isn't it a pity

Isn't it a pity
Isn't is a shame
How we break each other's hearts
And cause each other pain
How we take each other's love
Without thinking anymore
Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a pity

Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a pity
Forgetting to give back
Now, isn't it a pity

What a pity
What a pity, pity, pity
What a pity
What a pity, pity, pity

3. December Skies
(Michael Timmins)

September skies, bodies falling
Never again will you catch me admiring
those vast September skies.

October skies, hate is flying,
Crimson leaves slowly falling,
from azure October skies.

Time to kill our children
and sing about it.
Let's all kill our children
and sing about it.

November skies, heart is sinking.
No telling where they're leading
these grey November skies.

Time to kill our children
and sing about it.
Let's all kill our children
and sing about it.

December skies, star will be rising.
Will we heed those lessons ringing
through those dark December skies.

Time to kill our children
and sing about it.
Let's all kill our children
And sing about it.


9.
No More
(Traditional, arranged by Cowboy Junkies)

No More My Lord
No More My Lord
Lord I’ll never turn back, no more

I have found in him
Many resting place
And he has made me glad

No More My Lord
No More My Lord
Lord I’ll never turn back, no more.

Jesus, the man I am looking for
Can you tell me where
He has gone?

Go down, go down
In my flower yard
and perhaps you may find
find him there.


4.
This World Dreams Of
(Michael Timmins)

Try to find the reference
it makes no difference to me.
Draw your own conclusion,
add to my confusion if you please.
The time for concessions
and midnight confessions is long gone.
I'll sit here in the silence
and wait for all the violence to engulf me.

I hate to take the easy way out, now people,
but options are closing down fast.
More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of.

Vengeance has been tasted
hatred cultivated
its an old game.
Everyone gets fatter,
people choose what matters
there’s no shame.

I hate to take the easy way out, now people,
but options are closing down fast.
More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of.

Simple as a folktale,
deadly as a stairwell
it surrounds you.
Stupid men and bastards
always bite their masters
They will get you.

I hate to take the easy way out, now people,
but options are closing down fast.
More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of.

This world dreams of...


10.
I Don't Want to Be a Soldier
(John Lennon)

Well I don't wanna be a soldier mamma, I don't wanna die
Well I don't wanna be a sailor mamma, I don't wanna fly
Well I don't wanna be a failure mamma, I don't wanna cry
Well I don't wanna be a soldier mamma, I don't wanna die
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no

Well I don't wanna be a rich man mamma, I don't wanna cry
Well I don't wanna be a poor man mamma, I don't wanna fly
Well I don't wanna be a lawyer mamma, I don't wanna lie
Well I don't wanna be a soldier mamma, I don't wanna die
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no

Well I don't wanna be a beggar mamma, I don't wanna die
Well I don't wanna be a thief now mamma, I don't wanna fly
Well I don't wanna be a churchman mamma, I don't wanna cry
Well I don't wanna be a soldier mamma, I don't wanna die
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
Hit it!

Well I don't wanna be a soldier mamma, I don't wanna die
Well I don't wanna be a sailor mamma, I don't wanna fly
Well I don't wanna be a failure mamma, I don't wanna cry
Well I don't wanna be a soldier mamma, I don't wanna die
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no


5.
Brothers Under The Bridge
(Bruce Springsteen)

Saigon, it was all gone
The same Coke machines as the streets I grew on
Down a mesquite canyon we come walking along the ridge
Me and the brothers under the bridge

Campsite's an hour's walk from the nearest road to town
Up here there's too much brush and canyon for the CHP choppers to touch down
Ain't lookin' for nothin', just wanna live
Me and the brothers under the bridge

Come the Santa Ana's, man, that dry brush'll light
Billy Devon got burned up in his own campfire one winter night
We buried his body in the white stone high up along the ridge
Me and the brothers under the bridge

Had enough of town and the street life
Over nothing you end up on the wrong end of someone's knife
Now I don't want no trouble and I ain't got none to give
Me and the brothers under the bridge

I come home in '72
You were just a beautiful light in your mama's dark eyes of blue
I stood down on the tarmac, I was just a kid
Me and the brothers under the bridge

Come Veteran's Day I sat in the stands in my dress blues
I held your mother's hand when they passed with the red, white and blue
One minute you're right there . . . then something slips . . .


11.
One
(U2 )

Is it getting better, or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you, now you got someone to blame?
You say one love, one life, when it's one need in the night.
One love, we get to share it
Leaves you baby if you don't care for it.
Did I disappoint you or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love and you want me to go without.
Well, it's too late tonight to drag the past out into the light.
We're one, but we're not the same.
We get to carry each other, carry each other... one

Have you come here for forgiveness,
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus to the lepers in your head
Did I ask too much, more than a lot
You gave me nothing, now it's all I got.
We're one, but we're not the same.
Well, we hurt each other, then we do it again.

You say love is a temple, love a higher law
Love is a temple, love the higher law.
You ask me to enter, but then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on to what you got, when all you got is hurt.

One love, one blood, one life, you got to do what you should.
One life with each other: sisters, brothers.
One life, but we're not the same.
We get to carry each other, carry each other.
One, one.

6. You're Missing
(Bruce Springsteen)

Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall
Mama's in the kitchen, baby and all
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missing

Coffee cups on the counter, jackets on the chair
Papers on the doorstep, you're not there
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missing

Pictures on the nightstand, TV's on in the den
Your house is waiting, your house is waiting
For you to walk in, for you to walk in
But you're missing, you're missing
You're missing when I shut out the lights
You're missing when I close my eyes
You're missing when I see the sun rise
You're missing

Children are asking if it's alright
Will you be in our arms tonight?

Morning is morning, the evening falls I have
Too much room in my bed, too many phone calls
How's everything, everything?
Everything, everything
You're missing, you're missing

God's drifting in heaven, devil's in the mailbox
I got dust on my shoes, nothing but teardrops

 
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Last update: June 18, 2005
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