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Song Lyrics & Poetry, Copyright(C) 1979--2000 By Scott C. Endsley
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GREEN RIVER TOWN
This is the story of Green River Town. You will find your blessings there, in the lost-and-found. The ghost of apathy can be heard without a sound. No one asks the time of day in-- Green River Town.
This is the story of a union town. Life was good not so long ago-- till it all unwound. For six long months we walked that line, and were never to lay down-- but they closed the factory in-- Green River Town.
(CHORUS) Let us pray, my children-- for our daily bread. It's plain to see Big Brother-- Ain't gonna keep us fed.
Early every morning in Green River Town, I watch the same old train-- and wonder where she's bound. You can tell by the way she moves-- you know she's been around-- enough to know not to stop in-- Green River Town.
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OBLIVION HIGHWAY
All alone neath the moon, you'll surely be home soon-- when a man out of nowhere thumbs you a ride. With his suitcase in his hand, it seems so very planned-- as he greets you with your name, and calmly gets inside.
(CHORUS) There's not an exit for at least 100 miles, and the road only goes one way. You'll surely pay your soul, for your toll-- when travelin' down Oblivion Highway.
Not much more is really said, till he slowly turns his head-- and tells you he remembers the last time you were here. Well it all seems so hazy, you simply think he's just crazy-- till he, proudly one by one, names your every fear.
(BRIDGE) His voice begins to sound familiar to you now-- as the the sweat rolls slowly down your brow. But there's no way out but the way back in-- when travelin' down Oblivion Highway.
One more mile left to roam, you're just about home-- with a stranger who thanks you for being so very kind. He says, "I knew we'd meet again, oh how long it has been-- I'm that part of you so long ago you thought you left behind."
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SAILIN' DOWN THE WRONG SIDE OF THE RIVER
(CHORUS) Sailin' down the wrong side of the river, and holdin' on the edge of the raft, halfway under water and headin' for the falls... ain't nothin' left to do but laugh.
You know, I'm the kinda man who believes when things get hectic, that a good sense of humor might keep one alive. So when the rent is overdue-- and that landlord says, "your through!" Just throw your suitcase up a tree and learn to survive.
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So I'm tellin' you man, you better learn to ease up! But don't wait around for things to get better. Well the Big Man Upstairs may be watching over you, babe-- but don't be expectin' no hand written letters (you may not like what it says.)
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You know, sometime, somewhere, someone my ask you, "Hey man, why you look like you ain't got nothin' to lose?" Well you look that sucker right straight in the eyes and grin-- then proudly offer him your last pair of shoes And tell him we're all just...
Sailin' down the wrong side of the river, holdin' on the edge of the raft. Halfway under water and headin' for the falls... ain't nothin' left to do but laugh.
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OH ANNIE
Along the way to nowhere fast, I came across a smile from the past. It seemed to say, "I know just who you are-- if you'll just take my hand, the road can't be that far." But all was lost just inside one lonely breath. Her hand was cold and her skin was pale, like death. She was looking for the answers in the questions of my eyes-- but there was nothing I could do, but merely sympathize.
So rudely awakened from my fantasy. The truth's too bright-- my eyes don't want to see. I wish to slumber and lose reality. If not the one for her-- then who am I to be? From late until the morning her words had freely flowed. She looked at me so nakedly but her heart was fully clothed. She's an angel whose wings are clipped and craved deliverence, but there is nothing I can offer her, except coincidence.
(CHORUS) Oh Annie, tears are free-- how they'll whisper in your ears. Oh Annie, can't you see there's a garden in this dead sea? I long to lead you there my friend. I long to be with you and see it to the end, but the road is dividing fast, the strings are unattached, the curtain is down at last on me.
The words were few, and far between. Our hearts were dancing as we would loudly sing-- a chorus of tears from a medley of years. Auditioning what we held so sweetly to our ears. But in the early morning light, she left me like a dream. The soul-bond was torn in half, I felt my body scream. I saw the blood of living worth trickle slowly down to die-- as the last breath of life in me, was wasted with a sigh.
And now I seem as half a man. My heart is leading me, I don't know where I stand. I can only follow her and look to her ahead-- but she never turns around, was it something that I said? For when our eyes meet now, you vainly try to hide. Is it me that you really fear, or something deep inside? How can you be afraid of a love that has no end? I never want to take from you, but simply be your friend.
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A HEART CRIES FOR LEAVING
Oh hear that train calling out my name. tellin' me she's leavin', and wonderin' why she came. Every mornin' passes right through this lonely town, I never have to worry, she never lets me down.
(CHORUS) Oh yes, I believe-- one day I'll throw away the past and to her I will cleave. Oh yes, she's my dream-- she's my lover on wheels, how I love to hear her sing.
As the early mornin' paper gets thrown against the door, a heart cries for leaving-- but too late once more. Far away I hear her, oh that lonely sound-- crying out to another, in another lonely town.
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YOU CAN BELIEVE WHAT YOU WANNA BELIEVE
In a lonely manger, the son of man was born. And he came into the world that day, to comfort those who mourn. To satisfy their hunger, became their daily bread-- and he spoke of being born again, yes to raise the living dead.
(CHORUS) You can believe what you wanna believe, you're clearly free to choose-- you can take ahold of the gift of life, or simply pay your dues. Yes, you can believe what you wanna believe, but I hope someday you'll see-- that Jesus Christ had YOU in mind-- when they nailed him to that tree.
And though he walked among us, the Son of God was he-- and he dared to say, "I am the way that leads to eternity. But their hearts were hardened, and called it blasphemy, and as they killed him he forgave them all-- for he loved even his enemy.
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MEAN WOMAN
Well you sent me to my room cause I forgot the trash, so I'll play some rock-n-roll until the windows crash! I guess I'm supposed to stay until I've seen the light, but I ain't no bleedin' heart, I'm gonna put up a fight.
You say you don't like the way I wear my hair; well, I guess I'll just grow it to my underwear. You say I have no manners, I'm a big disgrace. I'm as "bad" as Michael Jackson, why don't you slap my face?!
I'm gettin' pretty hungry, you'd better open the door-- I guess I've learned my lesson well, next time I'll do my chores. Open up this door, or I'll kick it down with force. And If I break my leg-- I'll just file for divorce!!!
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TAKE ME TO THE AUTHOR
There he is, the actor upon the stage. Every tear that he sheds is another page from the script that pulls the strings to make him dance to the beat of a drum of a dead-end romance. Shadow-fencing worthlessly in search of a cause, while every drop of blood is wrapped in self-rightous gauze. Looking for the answers to the wounds that oose romantic tales, how the fools are so amused.
(CHORUS) Take me to the Author, it's here I don't belong. I'm tired of playing the silly fool, being soothed by funeral songs. Take me to the Author, I want to change my role-- for once just play the hero, or someone in control.
Hear the thunder in his voice while his tongue is on fire, see him blush with every word-- for his heart is a liar. The syncopated rythym of his scheeming, and a voice not his own, though he was taught how to mime.
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WHENEVER YOU'RE AROUND
I can't seem to shake you loose no matter what I do-- I even try to run from you, but you just think that it's cute. I even slashed your tires once, and spent the night in jail; and I thought I saw the last of you-- but you paid my bail.
(CHORUS) Well I guess you're really up on me, but I'm feeling down. Why even the birds seem to sing the blues whenever you're around.
They say there's a place where lovers go, well I wish you'd go and stay, the sooner you leave the better; hurry, don't delay! I'm sure there's someone right for you if you'd take a look around. Why not try a single's bar, or check the local pound?
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No I can't seem to shake you loose no matter what I do-- I've even tried to run from you, and you just think it's cute. But I've got one last card up my sleeve-- and I'm sure the magic trick: This is the worse song I ever wrote, and I hope it makes you sick!
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DEAR MARY OF LONG AGO
Dear Mary of long ago- just thought I'd write you this letter. Just don't know where to send it to- much less what to say. Last I heard, you went out west to find yourself in Colorado- Left your discontent behind- in Oklahoma way.
(Chorus) Mary, just like Mary Magdalene- only no one holds a stone. Show me, oh show me your accuser- could she be in a mirror back home?
Dear Mary of long ago- do you remember that winter- we became the best of friends, walking in the snow? The poetry of politics and the worlds sad situation- I told you what Jesus done for you- you didn't want to know.
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(Bridge) Well I had a dream this morning. Could it have been an answer to what I've prayed for years? You were overcome with laughter, as you were washing someone's feet with your tears.
Dear Mary of long ago- so many things are different now- I've got a wife that I love so, a boy with light brown hair. One thing that will never change- I pray for you each night and day. Sincerly in Jesus' name. P.S. Please take care.
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WINGS WITHOUT EAGLES
Life without boldness is like a dying flame in the rain- no mater how hard it tries its burning is in vain. And like that dying flame you’ll live out your life doing all you can to hide your heart from some uncertain surprise.
Is your house built without a foundation, your walls without a frame? Your heart flows in one direction, toward those who live the same. And so you’ll fly away together- never to descend, but all I see are wings without eagles- feathers blowing in the wind.
Fly, fly, fly ‘til you find you’re lost- that’s when you’ll look for home, no matter the cost
Wings without eagles- birds of one accord, fly by the winter’s moonlight though often are ignored. How often I see feathers molting to the ground- what’s left of something in which nothing’s to be found.
And so you’ll call it an evening and rock yourself to sleep, dream of days of the golden harvest and all that you have reaped. Tomorrow you’ll fly south for the winter, no different that before; but don’t those wings just ever get heavy- don’t you know there’s something more?
Fly, fly ,fly ‘til you find you’re lost- that’s when you’ll look for home, no matter the cost.--------------------------------------------------------
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