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Olde Friends
04:49
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An evil wind
Blew from the west
We all knew
This was a test
Rachel cried out
“They’ve taken the Jester”
We mounted up
Hell bent for leather
Just like…
Olde friends
That don’t mind the weather
Olde friends
That bring you shelter
Olde friends
That bring you home again
Olde friends
Olde friends….
Hearts were breaking
And prisoners were taken
Love was given
Sincerity shaken
Knives were thrown
The lies were blatant
Everywhere I looked
The enemy was waiting
But I’ve got….
Olde friends
That don’t mind the weather
Olde friends
That bring me shelter
Olde friends
That take me home again
Olde friends
Olde friends….
Saint Jane came
The weather was lovely
All the sinners
Who prayed for her mercy
The angels of love
Where all our mothers
And in the end
All we had was each other
We are…
Olde friends
That don’t mind the weather
Olde friends
That bring you shelter
Olde friends
That bring you home again
Olde friends
Olde friends….
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2. |
Ain't It a Long Way Home
04:58
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I passed the park where we used to be
One and the same, you and me
The play has closed, the stage is empty
All that remains are memories
And ain’t it a long way home?
Ain’t it a long way home?
From the east side to the moon? (background vox!)
Ain’t it a long way home?
The sun would wait for you to shine
In the rain, the birds would fly
The moon, the stars, the midnight sky
I know all those things when you were mine
And ain’t it a long way home?
Ain’t it a long way home?
From the east side to the moon?
Ain’t it a long way home?
And ain’t it a long way home?
Ain’t it a long way home?
From the east side to the moon?
Ain’t it a long way home?
The hours of the day went by too fast
The wizard’s potion did not last
I railed against my ruthless past
You always knew I was made of glass
And ain’t it a long way home?
Ain’t it a long way home?
From the east side to the moon?
Ain’t it a loooooong way….hooooooome?
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3. |
Plowshares
04:13
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Turn your swords into plowshares if you believe
Turn your swords into plowshares If you believe
Will this dream of peace come true, it’s up to me, it’s up to you
You can count on me, can I count on you
Plow the fields and feed the hungry, will you please?
Plow the fields and feed the hungry, will you please?
Will this dream of peace come true, it’s up to me, brother, it’s up to you
You can count on me, can I count on you?
Plow the fields and feed the hungry, will you please
Plow the fields and feed the hungry, will you please
Will this dream of peace come true, it’s up to me, brother, it’s up to you
You can count on me, can I count on you?
There’ll be food for the hungry if you will
There’ll be food for the hungry if you will
Will this dream of peace come true,
it’s up to me, brother (sister) it’s up to you
You can count on me, can I count on you?
Cut those trees and build the houses, will you please?
Cut those trees and build the houses, will you please?
Will this dream of peace come true,
It’s up to me, brother (sister) it’s up to you
You can count on me, can I count on you?
There’ll be homes or the homeless if you will
There’ll be homes or the homeless if you will
Will this dream of peace come true, Lord, it’s up to me, it’s up to you
You can count on me, can I count on you?
Turn your swords into plowshares if you believe
Turn your swords into plowshares If you believe
Will this dream of peace come true, it’s up to me, it’s up to you
You can count on me, can I count on you?
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4. |
Renaissance Sailor
03:03
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He paced the floor and cursed them. For his world out of control.
He blessed the creaky dumbwaiters that served him as he grew older.
All that remains of him now are mysteries and into the Renaissance he sailed.
All about him the Condors flew and the ancient carousel wailed.
Against the wind and before the mast the Ancient Sailor traveled
He had gone to far to turn back now on this highway of what He had become
Send a message to ones he loved “light a candle Bob, Casey, beat your drums.
When He was much younger than He is now He stormed the castle walls
Fifty years later they are still standing He keeps screaming but they don’t fall
Too many bad times remember Him what He did he did alone
He said “Dear Margaret my only true love please wait for until I come home”
Some men are finished before they have begun, some never begin at all.
Some will write the battle songs, some will just sing along
Who knows all the answers this riddle of living of who will pass, who will fail?
Some never try to solve them, some of them hide behind their veils.
He said,”why bother for the evil and the wicked will prevail.”
Harry Chapin once said,” when one of us falls, why all have failed.
There is food enough to feed this hungry world if some of us lift the veil.” lifts the veil”
And when Harry died, this ancient sailor that he had become began to wail.
And He still wails, He still wails He still wails……….
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Mary Alice, Mary Emily and Bob and I
Would get in the big blue Buick and down the bayou we would ride
Oh, this blue sky was free and wide
And in the wild blue yonder we would fly
Oh, we would fly
Say hello Mary Alice, Mary Emily, would you say hello to Bob?
We’d fly so high in the friendly skies with Bob
If ever romance was in the air
It was in the hardwood gymnasium floor in 1958
Bob would dance the night away
While Buddy Holly played Fade Away
Dance Mary Alice, please, please dance the night away……away
Mary Emily and Mary Alice moved to Hollywood
Where they were movie stars like they always dreamed they would be
And Bob still flew the skies over Omaha with his pal Warren Buffett
And then he got big, and bored, and split the set….yeah, old Bob split
I search the skies for Mary Alice and Mary Emily
And look for Bob in every cloud that rolls by dreamily
I can hear his motor churning through the blue
Flying high with Buffett for me and you.
(Hey hey!)
So Mary Alice told Mary Emily to blow the candles out
And turn the lights out on the runway
Bob found the hole in the sky just yesterday
And he became the pilot for an angel he met on his way
Fly so high, sky pilot Bob
Fly fly fly fly fly…fly away……
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Casey Campbell Berlin, Germany
Alabama boy in Berlin. Cinematographer and music lover!
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