Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Something More Than Free

by Jason Isbell

When I get home from work
I'll call up all my friends
And we'll go bust up something beautiful
We'll have to build again

When I get home from work
I'll wrestle off my clothes
And leave 'em right inside the front door
'Cause nobody's home to know

You see a hammer finds a nail
And a freight train needs the rails
And I'm doing what I'm on this earth to do

And I don't think on why I'm here where it hurts
I'm just lucky to have the work
Sunday morning I'm too tired to go to church
But I thank God for the work

When I get my reward
My work will all be done
And I will sit back in my chair
Beside the Father and the Son

No more holes to fill
And no more rocks to break
And no more loading boxes on the trucks
For someone else's sake

'Cause a hammer needs a nail
And the poor man's up for sale
Guess I'm doing what I'm on this earth to do

And I don't think on why I'm here where it hurts
I'm just lucky to have the work
And every night I dream I'm drowning in the dirt
But I thank God for the work

And the day will come when I'll find a reason
And somebody proud to love a man like me
My back is numb, my hands are freezing
What I'm working for is something more than free

Friday, August 28, 2015

I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine

by Bob Dylan

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive as you or me
Tearing through these quarters
In the utmost misery
With a blanket underneath his arm
And a coat of solid gold
Searching for the very souls
Whom already have been sold

'Arise, arise,' he cried so loud
With a voice without restraint
'Come out, ye gifted kings and queens
And hear my sad complaint
No martyr is among ye now
Whom you can call your own,
But go on your way accordingly
And know you're not alone'

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive with fiery breath
And I dreamed I was amongst the ones
That put him out to death
Oh, I awoke in anger
So alone and terrified
I put my fingers against the glass
And bowed my head and cried

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Born to Run

by Bruce Springsteen

In the day we sweat it out
On the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory
In suicide machines
Sprung from cages on Highway 9
Chrome-wheeled, fuel-injected
And stepping out over the line
This town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We got to get out while we're young
'Cause tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run

Let me in, I want to be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
And strap your hands 'cross my engines
Together we could break this trap
We'll run till we drop
We'll never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire?
'Cause I'm just a scared and lonely rider
But I got to know how it feels
I want to know if love is wild
Babe, I want to know if love is real

Beyond the Palace
Hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
Girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in the mist
I want to die with you, baby, on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss

The highway's jammed with broken heroes
On a last-chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run tonight
But there's no place left to hide
Together we can live with the sadness
I'll love you
With all the madness in my soul
Someday, girl, I don't know when
We're going to get to that place
Where we really want to go
And we'll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run

Saturday, August 15, 2015

AKA... What a Life!

by Noel Gallagher

Someday you might find your hero
Some say you might lose your mind
I'm keeping my head down now for the summer
I'm out of my mind, man, pour me another
I'm going to take that tiger outside for a ride

What a life!
What a life!

Keep on chasing down that rainbow
You never know what you might find
Over the sunset, on the horizon
It may be a dream, but it tastes like poison
I'm going to take that tiger outside for a ride

What a life!
What a life!

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Dark Star

by Robert Hunter

Dark star crashes
pouring its light
into ashes

Reason tatters
the forces tear loose
from the axis

Searchlight casting
for faults in the
clouds of delusion

Shall we go,
you and I
While we can?
Through
the transitive nightfall
of diamonds

Mirror shatters
in formless reflections
of matter

Glass hand dissolving
to ice petal flowers
revolving

Lady in velvet
recedes
in the nights of goodbye

Shall we go,
you and I
While we can?
Through
the transitive nightfall
of diamonds

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Enola Gay

by Andy McCluskey

Enola Gay
You should have stayed at home yesterday
Words can't describe
The feeling and the way you lied

These games you play
They're going to end in more than tears some day
Enola Gay
It shouldn't ever have to end this way

It's 8:15
And that's the time that it's always been
We got your message on the radio
Conditions normal, and you're coming home

Enola Gay
Is mother proud of little boy today?
This kiss you give
It's never ever going to fade away

Enola Gay
It shouldn't ever have to end this way
Enola Gay
It shouldn't fade in our dreams away

Monday, August 3, 2015

Sloop John B

Traditional

We come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well, I feel so broke up
I want to go home

So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore
Let me go home
I want to go home
Well, I feel so broke up
I want to go home

The first mate he got drunk
And broke in the captain's trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone
Why don't you leave me alone?
Well, I feel so broke up
I wanna go home

The poor cook he caught the fits
And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home
Why don't they let me go home?
This is the worst trip
I've ever been on