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Hail, America
08:02
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Hail America full of graves,
Built on the blood of the red men and slaves
(built on the blood of the red men and slaves).
Hail America full of graves, the Lord is with thee
From sea
The Lord is with thee
To shining sea.
Blessed art thou among nations,
Home of the braves in reservations,
Land of the mass incarceration.
And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, John Coltrane.
Holy America mother of Trane, pray for us sinners,
Pray for us all,
Holy America mother of Trane, pray for us sinners
Pray as we fall,
Now and at the hour of our death,
Now and at the hour of our death,
For now is the hour of our death,
For now is the hour of our death.
Amen.
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Pentecost Morning
04:55
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There's Mary's blood in my Bloody Mary
It’s not my fault, quite contrary.
On the other hand, she's quite upset,
But Mary ain't seen nothing yet.
I'll tell her I love her, I'm still working on that line
Come Pentecost morning she'll be doing fine.
Come Pentecost morning the bells will ring,
Come Pentecost morning I'll do my thing,
Come Pentecost morning I'll change my ways,
Come Pentecost morning I'll rest my case.
I'll be a different man by then, I bet
But it ain't Pentecost morning yet.
I cannot right all I've done wrong
By means of just this simple song
The pettiness, the jealousy
The violence, insanity.
It takes some time for the sun to come and shine,
Come Pentecost morning, I'll be doing fine
Come Pentecost morning the bells will ring,
Come Pentecost morning I'll do my thing,
Come Pentecost morning I'll change my ways,
Come Pentecost morning I'll rest my case.
I'll be a different man by then, I bet
But it ain't Pentecost morning yet.
So bring us one more jug of wine
As I go and do another line.
Things fall apart but it's all good
Tell the band to play Lee Hazlewood,
That song with the title that I always forget,
'Cause it ain't Pentecost morning yet.
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The Poisoned Well
09:04
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The bridge was burned, the kittens drowned, the prisoners were shot.
The bullet that I saved for this occasion's all I've got,
But I won't use it on me like I planned the night before,
I'll save it for when I come back to knock upon your door.
Instead I'll crawl through bodies as soon as nightfall comes
When the enemy gets drunk and begins to beat his drums.
They'll drum until their palms will bleed, until their arms are sore;
Hear the rhythm of the beast announce the end of war.
As the whispering winds will carry this terrible tattoo
I'll crawl through mud, I'll crawl through blood on my way back to you.
For the apple that you're holding it's rotten to the core
And the well it has poisoned, I won't drink from it no more.
The witches laugh, hyenas too and the banshees wail
The body creeping through the night, it leaves a bloody trail.
If I make it to the other side, I can make it to the shore.
I was beaten, almost killed, but I'll be back for an encore.
The battle scars we carry tell of history of pain
And the notches on my hilt of the destinies I've slain.
But at this very point it's hard to say what it's all for.
The well it has been poisoned, I won't drink from it no more.
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Piglet
04:57
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I haven't been here for a while,
I haven't missed it for a spell.
I cannot say I've gone in style,
But as for where – I've gone to hell.
I've known sorrow and I've known death
And I've known pain back in my day,
But the wolf will have to draw more breath
To blow this piglet's house away.
You may say that all is lost
And yes, all lost it well may be
When winning comes at such a cost
I guess it's not the game for me.
The Sherrif's high on crystal meth
And says there will be hell to pay,
But the wolf will have to draw more breath
To blow this piglet's house away.
The toe of frog, the eye of newt
A sixpack and venlafaxine.
Raging in my birthday suit,
I'm the sweetest thing you've ever seen.
Hamlet, Juliet, Macbeth,
John Coltrane and Lady Day
The wolf will have to draw more breath
To blow this piglet's house away.
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Finnegan's Wake
04:24
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It's make or break, it's all at stake,
It was all a big mistake,
The real McCoys all turned out fake,
And all the boys just shiver and shake,
From Jimmy Joyce to Billy Blake.
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Goodnight, Irene, from what I've seen
The river’s full of benzedrine
And everything is how it's been
Since '99 behind the screen.
Since '99, night and day
Lovers love and players play.
In the merry month of May
The bill will come with hell to pay.
The bill will come, the plague will break.
Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake.
Heaven knows you're trying hard
But you're always caught off guard
When life decides to play it's card,
As it does, with no holds barred.
No holds barred and with full force
And here you are, before the chorus,
Mixing up your metaphores.
And then it comes, the mad refrain
When all the dogs are off the chain,
With novocaine for all that pain.
Who died and made you John Coltrane?
With all that jazz and razzmatazz?
Blackjack Kerouac,
The captain calls all hands on deck.
Back on track, ship that wreck
Put it in a flour sack,
Throw it in the burning lake!
Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake.
Lots of fun for Genghis Khan
Standing at the Rubicon,
Throwing dice for Jesus' robes
With all them other homophobes.
Deck the halls before he falls
And muddies up the overalls.
The ones he won,
That once were worn
By a certain carpenter's son.
Behind the curtain someone's hurtin'.
Who died and made you Richard Burton,
or Howard Hughes, with all that booze,
Conducting your wrecking crews?
Whores spread their legs like fucking cancer,
The captain calls there is no answer.
Back on track, ship that wreck,
The map is tattooed on your back,
You cannot see just what is drawn,
Your death, it smells like cinnamon.
Like cinnamon and honey wine
As it's crawling up your spine
Like a cold and heavy snake.
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
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Love Supreme
09:48
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I will do all I can to be worthy of Thee O Lord.
It all has to do with it.
Thank you God.
Peace.
There is none other.
God is. It is so beautiful.
Thank you God. God is all.
Help us to resolve our fears and weaknesses.
Thank you God.
In You all things are possible.
We know. God made us so.
Keep your eye on God.
God is. He always was. He always will be.
No matter what…it is God.
He is gracious and merciful.
It is most important that I know Thee.
Words, sounds, speech, men, memory, thoughts,
fears and emotions – time – all related …
all made from one … all made in one.
Blessed be His name.
Thought waves – heat waves-all vibrations –
all paths lead to God. Thank you God.
His way … it is so lovely … it is gracious.
It is merciful – thank you God.
One thought can produce millions of vibrations
and they all go back to God … everything does.
Thank you God.
Have no fear … believe … thank you God.
The universe has many wonders. God is all. His way … it is so wonderful.
Thoughts – deeds – vibrations, etc.
They all go back to God and He cleanses all.
He is gracious and merciful…thank you God.
Glory to God … God is so alive.
God is.
God loves.
May I be acceptable in Thy sight.
We are all one in His grace.
The fact that we do exist is acknowledgement of Thee O Lord.
Thank you God.
God will wash away all our tears …
He always has …
He always will.
Seek Him everyday. In all ways seek God everyday.
Let us sing all songs to God
To whom all praise is due … praise God.
No road is an easy one, but they all
go back to God.
With all we share God.
It is all with God.
It is all with Thee.
Obey the Lord.
Blessed is He.
We are from one thing … the will of God … thank you God.
I have seen God – I have seen ungodly –
none can be greater – none can compare to God.
Thank you God.
He will remake us … He always has and He always will.
It is true – blessed be His name – thank you God.
God breathes through us so completely …
so gently we hardly feel it … yet,
it is our everything.
Thank you God.
ELATION-ELEGANCE-EXALTATION
All from God.
Thank you God. Amen.
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