1.Medicine Man
(＊Quist／Temple／Carroll)
Across the land, I'm spoken of＊
Wise as a snake, tame as a dove
Just like a wolf, in the sheep's clothes
Shake the dust off, before I go
I'm your medicine man
I'm your medicine man
I walk the land never seen before
I'm on a mission, conquistador
I'll be your slave, I'll be your king
I'll be what you want, be your everything
I'm your medicine man
I'm your medicine man
Got juju beads and a mojo drum
Gotta a whole lot more, where that come from
I'll make a sign, I'll cross your head
Make you shake and dance, Gonna raise the dead
I'm your medicine man
I'm your medicine man
I'll take your pulse, I'll fix your health
Give what you need, to save yourself
Might lose your house, might lose your home
But I'll give you back more than you have known
Put you in the black, gonna shake your bones
Your healer, your dealer, your only one
I'm your medicine man
I'm your medicine man
2.Should Have Known
(＊Jurdi／Quist／Brooks)
Well I should have known better this time＊
On our best days we'd go walking uptown
Other days we would roll in gold
When we work nothing could come between us
When we don't, baby it's cold, cold, cold
Well I should have known better this time
Said you left me standing at the scene of the crime
And I know, there ain't a reason or rhyme
Just that I should have known better this time
So go on and find yourself another
Just to sail in your ship of fools
The Mountain can't hold back the water
When you're promised the treasure but forgotten the jewels
Well I should have known better this time
Said you left me standing at the scene of the crime
And I know, there ain't a reason or rhyme
Just that I should have known better this time
3.Enough
(＊Brooks／Jurdi／Quist)
You got enough food to keep you hungry＊
You got enough wine to meet demand
You got enough money in your pockets
You got enough wishes in your hand
You got enough gasoline and rockets
To get a leg up on the moon
You got enough higher education
You got everything but room
You got enough oil for your canvas
You got enough cotton for your mills
You got enough iron for your anvils
You got enough paper for your bills
You got enough mouths for all your money
You got enough tv's for the truth
You got enough hard drives for your records
You got everything but room
You got everything you need to know
You got everything you need
You got everything you need to know
You got everything you need but room to grow
You got enough love to make your babies
You got enough war to make them men
You got enough enemies for practice
You got enough contracts for your friends
You got enough churches for your weary
You got Jesus coming soon
You got enough streams of distilled water
You got everything but room
You got enough seeds for all your farmers
You got enough mouths for them to feed
You got electricity and coal mines
You got enough poverty and greed
You got enough pyramids left to ponder
You got enough ruins to pick through
You got enough history to do over
You got everything but room
You got enough meditation pillows
You got enough crosses left to bear
You got enough roadkill armadillos
You got enough fur coats left to wear
You got enough securities and secrets
You got enough banks too big to fail
You got enough mercury levels rising
You got enough hunters for your whales
You got enough asphalt four lane highways
You got enough hands to pick your food
You got enough words to make a mouthful
You got enough everything but room
4.Polaroid
(＊Quist／Jurdi／Brooks)
Looking back through a polaroid picture＊
You cross your legs with your red-eyed smile
Flash cube sticks and double A batteries
Stuck in a frame while the memories fly
Old black book I'm only looking back through memories
Comfort me, when I'm in need
Comfort me, when I'm in need
Oh so close with a faraway feeling
Write your name right next to mine
Hold so still with your cheekbones reeling
Shake it up good and make it come to life
Old black book I'm only looking back through memories
Comfort me, when I'm in need
Comfort me, when I'm in need
Old black book I'm only looking back through memories
Comfort me, when I'm in need
Comfort me, when I'm in need
5.Nothing To See Here
(＊Quist／Jurdi／Brooks)
Superpower, the Mayflower＊
Looking down along a watchtower
Prince charming, dirt farming
Pulling weeds, no cause for alarm here
Build fences dig trenches
Look around lets come to our senses
There's nothing to see here
There's nothing to see here
Fine dining, Red Wining
Fast food on a sign, Flat Lining
Legislating, medicating
Holding on to the last great nation
High learning, book burning
Seeing things we'll never return here
There's nothing to see here,
There's nothing to see here
There's nothing to see here,
There's nothing to see here
Close your eyes until it's through
Nothing left for us to do
There's nothing to see here,
There's nothing to see here
There's nothing to see here,
There's nothing to see here
You don't need to live like you got something to hide
Stand up straight and look em all in the eye
Look them straight in the eye
You might wear a crown, you might wear a suit
You might even sound like the echoes of truth,
You don't have to live like you've got something to hide
You don't have to live all them lies
Open your eyes
6.The Other Broadway
(＊Jurdi／Quist／Brooks)
Marquee is on the blacktop＊
Broken down where she used to play
Church bells ring and the choir it sings
Leads the people in to pray
Preacher said that she lost her faith
But she came in at a fighting weight
One hundred twenty seven thousand times
She's seen the sun, but it no longer shines
Say hello, Say Goodbye to the city
The one where the streets don't run so wide
Say Hello, Say Goodbye to the city
With the Other Broadway Sign
They rolled up the sidewalks and closed the doors
And they pushed her out to where the grass don't grow
Every single face looks the same inside
There's no souls left standing where her body lies
Say hello, Say Goodbye to the city
The one where the streets don't run so wide
Say Hello, Say Goodbye to the city
With the Other Broadway Sign
Say Goodbye
Say Hello
Say Goodbye
Say Hello
Say Goodbye
Say Hello...
7.I Ain't Running
(＊Jurdi／Quist／Brooks)
You showed him the right way to live again＊
He led you the wrong way from love
Down one way streets, kneeling at his feet
Kicking your heart all onto the floor
Smoke cigarettes, take bets, whatcha got in mind
I'll be here with you for right or wrong
Cause I ain't running, I ain't afraid
I ain't running I ain't afraid
I ain't running I ain't afraid
I ain't running I ain't afraid
Of your heart
Choose if you will but I must confess
The Game it is over, match it is won
Come ride with me, we're free, whatcha got in store
I'll be here with you when it all goes down
Cause I ain't running, I ain't afraid
I ain't running I ain't afraid
I ain't running I ain't afraid
I ain't running I ain't afraid
Brilliant lady, you're so shady
Always waiting, always
I ain't running I ain't afraid
I ain't running I ain't afraid
I ain't running I ain't afraid
I ain't running I ain't afraid
I ain't running I ain't afraid...
8.Gravity
(＊Brooks／Williams／Jurdi／Quist)
Rising in the morning＊
You're the one I see
Falling down around my shoulders
Like the leaves off a tree
Shining like a diamond
Coming through in waves
I Need you like the summer time
Needs your sweet embrace
Gravity, holding on to you and me
Oh, I would not be, I would not be here
Oh, I would not be here without your love
Falling through darkness
Remembering your face
I Need you like the winter time
Needs your saving grace
If I could embrace you
Without the space of time
Icarus so faithful
Disappear into your mind
Gravity, like a ball and chain
Oh, I would not be, I would not be here
Oh, I would not be here without your love
Oh, I would not be, I would not be here
Oh, I would not be here without your love
Oh, I would not be, I would not be here
Oh, I would not be here without your love
Oh Oh Oh without your love
Oh Oh Oh without your love
Oh Oh Oh without your love
Oh Oh Oh without your love
9.Free Again
(＊Jurdi)
There's a whole big brown bubbling mess in The Gulf of Mexico＊
Showing up on people's steps and there ain't no place it can go
A lot of the busy people talking about the state that we are in
How can you drill to the bottom of the ocean and still call the
fishies your friend？
But we are free again, Baby we're free again
To turn off our mind, just unwind and let them put it back
together again
Some of us just got lazy, some of us just got numb
Some of the world's most well known people are happy just
sucking their thumb
That same old thumb that once was a part of making us pure and
true
Has rotted off like the spot on a leper and left us all black
and blue
But we are free again, Baby we're free again
To spend our money on a Chinese doll that's been laced with
poison
Say we're free again, free again
To make no bid deals, ship our freight and laugh while we
disintegrate
Just to put it back together again
Big Spill, Big Ocean
Probably clean itself anyhow
Big Lies, Big Suspicion
The Gulf coast water's our vacationland
Bring the family enjoy the sand
If we watch television we can make it all go away
Flip the channel, turn the dial, watch tomorrow going on today
We go sinking further down in the mess that we have made
Just asking for forgiveness cause we all know that Jesus saves
We're free again, Baby we're free again
To tell your neighbor your own savior is the best there's ever
been
We're free again, Baby we're free again
To sail our yachts, fire out shots, laugh a lot, but not smoke
pot
Dibble dabble doodle dangle hokus pokus it's a scandal
Won't you watch while we all ramble off to pay the highest
vandal
Put it back together again
Just to put it back together again
Want to put it back together again
10.Hurricane
(＊Stegall／Harris／Schuyler)
Thirty miles on the Gulf Stream I hear the South wind moan＊
The bridges getting lower, shrimp boats coming home
The old man down in the Quarter slowly turns his head
Takes a sip from his whiskey bottle and this is what he said
I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain
Underneath the Louisiana Moon
I don't mind the strain of a hurricane
They come around every June
High black water, a devil's daughter
She's hard, she's cold, and she's mean
But nobody taught her it takes a lot of water
To wash away New Orleans
Man came down from Chicago, he gonna set that levee right
He says, It needs to be at least three feet higher,
it won't make it through the night
But the old man down in the Quarter,
He said don't you listen to that boy
The water be down by the morning,
And he'll be back to Illinois
I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain
Underneath the Louisiana Moon
I don't mind the strain of a hurricane
They come around every June
High black water, a devil's daughter
She's hard, she's cold, and she's mean
But nobody taught her it takes a lot of water
To wash away New Orleans
Thirty miles on the Gulf Stream, I hear the South wind moan
Bridges getting lower, shrimp boats coming home
The old man down in the Quarter slowly turns his head
Takes a drink from his whiskey bottle and this is what he said
I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain
Underneath the Louisiana Moon
I don't mind the strain of a hurricane
They come around every June
High black water, a devil's daughter
She's hard, she's cold, and she's mean
But nobody taught her it takes a lot of water
To wash away New Orleans
I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain
Underneath the Louisiana Moon
I don't mind the strain of a hurricane
They come around every June
High black water, a devil's daughter
She's hard, she's cold, and she's mean
But nobody taught her it takes a lot of water
To wash away New Orleans
11.Gris Gris Satchel
(＊Quist／Temple／Brooks／Jurdi)
St John's Eve, gone to see, Marie on Pontchartrain＊
Twelve thousand black and white standing in the rain
Gold stars on my forehead, don't need no tarot deck
Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck
Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck
Playing spoons on a box down on St Anne's street
Hoodoo peppers freed a man, charmed the judge's seat
Silver dollar burn a hole, cashed my last paycheck
Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck
Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck
Bonfire on midsummer's eve, ashes on my face
You might fall in love tonight or you might fall from grace
Creole on the bayou paying their respects
Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck
Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck
Money on her resting place, X's on the wall
Rainbow snake has shed its skin, mark the sparrow's fall
Free from all my burdens, paid up all my debts
Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck
Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck
Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck
12.Motherland
(＊Brooks)
Hey mother fertile one＊
Speak to me your numbered son
From the dust of wood and stone
Gave you birth to flesh and bone
Suckled we your lovely breast
And filled your shores from east to west
Plucked the fruit from every vine
And filled the stores at harvest time
But from the seed of Eve child's womb
Human hands have wrought their doom
Hey mother tell your child
The fertile fields have grown up wild
Do you see your cherished pride
Drying on a withered vine
Withered vine, do you see
Bitter wine left on the leaves
Hey mother hear my plea
Send the one to set us free
To turn away our hearts no more
And slake our thirst for blood and war
Blood and war, days of old
Bring the lion to the fold
Hey children hear my plea
Locust come like stormy seas
Study now your own two hands
Lest you lose your mother's land
Study now your own two hands
Lest you lose your mother's land
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