1.Lullaby for the Working Man
His best friend from childhood fell dead by his side
His last words, though I die, fight on
His enemies' blood mingled thick with his tears
His lips formed the words of a song.
The band has been outdone, by the choir
They lifted their voices on high
The priest has been shot down, because he's a liar
The judge said he deserved to die
He began to see as the stakes slowly raised
This class struggle accomplished nothing
The rich just get richer, while the poor fight themselves
Their kids succumb to apathy
But then a man cried out among the masses
We'll slave for the bourgeois no more
And then the bells rang out, an indication
That this cause was worth fighting for
Somewhere in between determination and too much pride
They failed to see what they were breaking up
They watched their children die for economic sanctity
But money is still deemed worthy, so it continues today
A broken shape lifted from lost liberty
He nods to the wind then turns westward
For some men seek justice while others they dream
And this world beats them both to the ground
Their fists have been worn down, by broken promises
A tattered hope ripped at the seams
A life of decency, was all they wanted
A long lasting equality
2.The Holy Ground
Adieu to you my Dinah, a thousand times adieu
For we're going away from the holy ground and the girls we all
love true
We will sail the salt seas over and then return for sure,
To see again the girls we love, and the holy ground once more
You're the girl I do adore!
And still I live in hopes to see
The holy ground once more
I see the storm clouds rising, I see it coming soon,
And the sky it is so cloudy you can scarcely see the noon,
The poor old ship is tossing about and the rigging is all torn
And still I live in hopes to see the holy ground once more
And now the storm is over and we are safe on shore
We will drink and toast to the Holy Ground and the girls that we
adore
We will drink strong ale and porter, and we'll make the rafters
roar
And when our money is all spent we will go to sea once more
3.My Old Man's Ballad
My father was a bitter man, he worked til he was dead
For twenty years he toiled but my family was fed
My mother cried for one full day, but when that day was done
The factory called her up and asked for me, her one and only son
The factory life is all I have, an all inclusive club
When my full day of work is done, I head down to the pub
A ballad for the working man, the proletariat
We work, we slave, we live, we die, and soon, we will rise up
Stand up, And fight
So many sitting idly by is no one conscious of our class
Stand up, and fight
Never will the exploitation end our conscience suffers, and so
we die
I know that I am naught but just an ordinary man
I'm none too smart, but God help me, I do all that I can
And when look upon my children's unsuspecting eyes
My heart grows sad as I see them corrupted, by the systems lies
If I should die today I know that I'd go straight to hell
I'd look the devil in the eyes, I'd ring his fiery bell
And then I'd go to heaven and see my father once again
He'd look me up, he'd look me down and say son
Where on earth have you been？
4.Story of Tom Mathine
Step out the way, for I'm coming through
By now don't you know who I am
Now, buy me a drink, and we'll get on o.k.
Ah the saints and your conscience be damned
Now big Tom Mathine, was known around town,
As a bully, and a prick through and through
He'd take what he wants, and when he wanted more
You'd pray, he didn't want it from you
With fists hard as rock, and a temper like fire
And a mean streak two mile wide
Yeah, he'd sit at the bar, and drink til he's pissed
Every night, you'd hear the man cry
Then one night a man came rolling to town
Was a preacher, but he still liked to drink
He stepped into the bar, and he sat himself down
With a glass of whiskey to think
From back of the room, there came a loud crash
Tom had knocked that old cop off his chair
He called out, Hey preacher! Sunday school's down the street
So piss off, you're not welcome in here
Well the preacher stood up
Said, I've one thing to say
Jesus loves you, as he loves all of us
But, I'm just a man, and a sinner to boot
So Ill laugh as I'm kicking your ass
Well, the preacher swung twice
Tom fell to the ground
He was crying, with blood on his face
And the preacher made the sign of the cross with his glass
Said, You're forgiven, now get out of my place!
5.Radneys Ghost
Standing on the deck, it seems the moon is turning brighter
After eight months out to sea, I think I've gone insane
On the 21st of May, our ship sailed from Nantucket
Cutting through still waters of the night
At six and thirty men, the Town Ho's whaling out of sight
And we'll never find our way
For our sins we cannot pay
Steelkilt lay low
What's that pump stopped for
Damn your eyes said the mate, now you better turn to
Steelkilt lay low, break you backs now lads
Look away look away
Steelkilt lay low
For the Lake Man's soul
Being flogged on the deck was more than he could bear
Steelkilt lay low
You're haunted by old Radney's Ghost, Radney's Ghost
Ole Rad was dropped with a punch spouted blood just like a whale
And Steelkilt called for the Canallers ere the crew could take
him down
Cried the Captain from the deck, Ye pirates, ye cutthroats
You're sure to burn in hell for what you've done
And I'd be glad to send you there, to the riggings with you till
the morning sun!
Well Radney, poor Radney met his end in the jaws of what he
hunted
In the whale's teeth the men watched his shirt like a bloody
banner wave
And though the Town Ho sailed on, and no one shed a tear
And the Lake Man was spared his murderous fate
Still his memory stayed behind, Steelkilt was haunted till the
end of his days
6.The Old Orange Flute
In the county Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon
There was many a ruckshon that meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all of us thought him a stout-hearted blade.
On the twelfth of July as it yearly did come
Bob played of his old flute to the sound of the drum
You can talk of your harp, your piano or lute
But nothing compared with me Old Orange Flute.
Toora loo, toora lay, oh it's six miles from Bangor to
Donaghadee.
But Bob the deceiver sure he took us all in
And he married a Papist named Bridget McGinn
Turned Papish himself and forsook the old cause
That gave us our freedom, religion and laws.
Now the boys in the place made some comment upon it,
And Bob had to flee to the province of Connaught;
He fled with his wife and his fixins, to boot,
And along with the latter went the Old Orange Flute.
At the council of priests that was held the next day
They decided to banish the Old Flute away;
They couldn't knock heresy out of its head
So they bought Bob a new one to play in its stead.
Now the Old Flute was doomed, and its fate was pathetic
'Twas fastened and burnt at the stake as heretic.
As the flames roared around it, you could hear a queer noise
'Twas the Old Flute still playing The Protestant Boys.
7.Lessons from the Empty Glass
8.The Road Down
Ninety miles an hour, down this interstate
Driving on my last twenty dollars of gas
Got everything I own inside this Chevrolet
Going nowhere and that needle's dropping fast
That woman broke my heart in St. Louis
Shot 'em both and drove into the west after the sun
I'm chasing down my soul on my way to hell
Engine's burning oil and I've got nowhere to run
As the daylight turns to dusk and that road keeps going further
Yeah my guilt comes washing over me
And with every breath I take you know those demons that I chase
Go ever free
And so I , buckle down and keep that engine whining
Running headlong to escape my destiny
There's no going back my candles burning at both ends
On that old road down
Its midnight and I'm just outside of Santa Fe
Flat tire and my conscience finally got me off the road
I drop down to my knees and I start to pray
Don't know if you're up there but I've got a heavy load
At long last yeah, the devil has caught up with me
Whispers in my ear, with every mile you're bound for hell
I'm asking you now Lord for deliverance
Take me from perdition, yeah with you to dwell
But the only sounds I hear are from the coyotes on the hillside
Yeah, their voices make a mournful harmony
Now I know that He is listening guess he don't want to take a
chance
On the likes of me
If I could somehow beckon to the grace of God
Prove that I am truly repentant
I tell myself there must be something I could try
I do not run in vain
My life is not worthless
9.Apathetic Notions
Apathetic notions of the world politic surround me
Elitist versions of equality implanted in my head
Carrot hung before the populace
Shining promises of opportunity
But for me, the son of a poor man
The luster fades away
And as the truth washes over me, like some unholy religion
I look on, in stunned silence, at the mess that we're now in
Realization, it hits me like a brick, and shatters my
indifference
Faith alone won't help to stem the tide,
So though it's over, my wits stay sober, even as the waves come
crashing down
Scream into the night I'm still alive
Survival in our beloved country, it thrives on subjugation
In order for one man to succeed, he'll drag a million down
Most of us exploited by the rich,
do not realize we've put the yoke on our own necks
We are told are lives are worth a certain wage
and we don't question it at all
10.Desparate Cry
Farmer stands watching, as his crops wilt away
Farmer stands watching, as his crops wilt away
Cry out to the Lord God, Help me Jesus I pray!
Tis the land of my fathers' and I must find a way!
Farmer stands watching, as his crops wilt away
Lovers lie watching as their love blows away
Lovers lie watching as their love blows away
Cry out to the Lord God, Help me Jesus I pray!
Long gone is the passion that we had yesterday!
Lovers lie watching as their love blows away
Dying man watches as his life slips away
Dying man watches as his life slips away
Cry out to the Lord God, Help me Jesus I pray!
Just another day longer, I'll do whatever you say!
Dying man watches as his life slips away
We all sit watching as our world dies away
We all sit watching as our world dies away
Cry out to the Lord God, Help me Jesus I pray!
It's the ond of the glory, culture lost to decay!
We all sit watching as our world dies away
Sweet Lullaby
Through these grief stricken eyes
Fades a light, that once burned brightly
Now a hollow mind waits for sweet death
Once this weary old wreck stood tall back to the north wind
Now there's nothing more burning inside
She came in the night
Through the window to greet me
Had the heavens sent her from above
When I asked her a name soft words whispered and kissed me
And I dreamt of her sweet lullaby
By the morning she's gone
Through my head sings her song
And her memory it fades
As the moonlight greets dawn
So I'll sit here and wait
For the day when she'll come back
And I dream of her sweet lullaby
He came to take her away
From my arms, no longer with me
A single bullet fired, shot through the heart
On her grave I now kneel, arms raised up to the good lord
Shouting promise, for vengeance, deserved
A darkened night hides my face
Through the shadows to take him
To hell with this wretched old beast
The judge says, How do you plead？
Through my lips no word was spoken
To my prison, I'll lay down and die
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