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Fortune Street: Lyrics Fortune Street Lyrics & Music by A. Moock ©2007 Moockshake Music, ASCAP China doll in Chinatown Gets knocked up and settles down Staring out the window at what might've been Downstairs on the street below A woman's walking by soft and slow She'd give anything for a child of her own Troubles meet on Fortune Street All together all alone A suited man in a subway car Riding today 'cause someone stole his car Looks around at the people he's riding with Homeless men and working stiffs A teenage girl with two young kids And he can't remember where it was he was going Lost and found on a train downtown All together all alone Pastures of plenty when we played the tunes Pastures are empty now the fields are ruined And every man goes home to his own house But I hear the song of the whippoorwill The cuckoo calls I follow still I never could shut that door so well Fertile land one man band All together all alone There's a space between your heart and mine A little breach along the borderline That can't be crossed by anyone The private smile the secret stare The moving lips of a silent prayer Everyone keeps something for themselves Bound and free you and me All together all alone back to the top Yin Yang Blues Lyrics & Music by A. Moock ©2007 Moockshake Music, ASCAP I love you baby no I don't I need you now I surely won't Miss you if you ever go away I wish I'd never met you babe please stay These times we've had the time I've lost I'll treasure dear man what a cost I've paid since we first met please baby go And come back right away I need you so I tell you that misery loves company And baby you're the one for me I thought I wanted happiness I want you even more I guess I changed the locks on my front door 'Cause I can't take you any more This afternoon I'm gonna make a second key And ask you to come spend your life with me It's a cosmic joke on man That we should love who we can't stand I'm stuck with you and babe you're stuck with me Honey there's no place I'd rather be I tell you that company loves misery And you've got lots in store for me I thought I wanted happiness I want you even more I guess back to the top Woody's Lament Lyrics & Music by A. Moock ©2007 Moockshake Music, ASCAP The lights were dark on the night that I left I didn't leave no note no forwarding address I didn't tell them nothing there was nothing to say When you tail it to the depot you're headed on your way I never felt at ease when I stayed in one place The dust starts to settle in the lines of your face And the smile starts to fade when you stare at the wall This world is full of people I was born to love them all Chorus: Oklahoma never was my home And California never failed to put me on the road I was chasing down the pages of my story Bound to ride that train that's bound for glory My sweet Mary Jennings was as pretty as a rose And I loved to watch my Teeny reach and grab her little toes But I felt the road a pulling and I didn't have the strength To turn my back on history so on the road I went Marjorie you were the one who almost felt like home You dug under the dirt and you turned over the stone I could shoulder the injustices that all the world could bring Why was it so hard for me to wear your wedding ring Chorus I fought a million battles and I never lost a one It was union to the table or strike until we won And kids still sing my songs today they know them as they breathe It's a sacred truth to know this land was made for you and me But don't think that I don't have regrets I own them wide and deep A family's 'bout the only thing a man can have and keep I loved all my children more than I can say But tell me when fate calls you how're you supposed to turn away Chorus back to the top Swing That Axe Lyrics & Music by A. Moock ©2007 Moockshake Music, ASCAP I got to get myself up and out of this seat I got to chop me something to burn The night is closing in there ain't no time to relax Come on baby swing that axe Bill collector says you owe me money this week Landlord says you're late with the rent Taxman says you got to pay me that tax Come on baby swing that axe I go out last night to try to win a few bucks I catch a pair of kings over queens The guy next to me turns two pair of jacks Come on baby swing that axe I'm just walking round looking for some kind of luck It's a black cat crossing again Every time I look in a mirror it cracks Come on baby swing that axe My mother says you got to make some choices my son You got to find something better to do You're broke because folk doesn't pay that's the facts Come on baby swing that axe My baby says you got to get some dough or we're done I can't keep carrying you You tried but you're tired and the world's full of hacks Come on baby swing that axe But I don't care what anyone says I know my ship is coming in soon And they'll be bringing me cash in great big stacks Come on baby swing that axe I'm gonna swing that thing to the front of the room I'm gonna swing that thing to the back I'm gonna swing that thing 'til I drown out the sax Come on baby swing that axe back to the top God Saw Fit to Make Tears Lyrics & Music by A. Moock ©2007 Moockshake Music, ASCAP Everybody is living just this side of the drain You're either parched in the desert or you're drowned in the rain You ride the rails for a while you keep your hands close to your sides But God saw fit to make tears so go on and cry Your mother will love you whatever you do And that's worth what it costs you 'cause she's one of the few You look around for a lifeline you turn your head up to the sky But God saw fit to make tears so go on and cry Pride hangs around on the corners showing its legs to the crowd And wisdom's hailing a taxi trying to get out of this town Mercy's begging for spare change as the rest of us keep walking by But God saw fit to make tears so go on and cry This life is a quilt of trouble but it's all that you own And it's better than none when you're cold and alone Everybody's a soldier everybody's a rock Everybody is living with whatever they got You close the gates to wherever you've been you try to leave tomorrows behind But God saw fit to make tears so go on and cry back to the top Cloudsplitter (Inspired by the Russell Banks novel) Lyrics & Music by A. Moock ©2007 Moockshake Music, ASCAP A father farmer far out in the hills Rich in family poor in dollar bills Struggling with the call of heaven's host Fighting off the demons and the ghosts Heard a cry from far off in the south Turned his gaze away from his own house Found the battle he was born to fight Took his sons and left that very night The current conflict raging in the west Lawrence, Kansas next to face the test The father and the sons come overland Within a year there's blood on all their hands Every man's affected when he kills Death's a mighty bitter-tasting pill But John Brown heard the whisper in his ear Now bring to the South what you've done here Chorus: Cloudsplitter open up the skies Make this country open up its eyes Cloudsplitter what's it gonna take How's a nation fix a great mistake October sixteenth, eighteen fifty-nine Twenty-one men waiting for his sign To cross the wide Potomac to a shore Where slavery's hold was cold as it was sure Harpers Ferry fell without a fight And sixty prisoners taken on the night A fully loaded federal armory But no slaves came to claim the weaponry By next day's end the army'd shot them down They captured some including old John Brown Dragged them to a local court in chains Where two months later all of them was hanged On the stand John Brown addressed the court His right hand on the bible for support: Remember those in bonds as bound with them I'm bound by laws of God not laws of men Chorus Within two years the Civil War'd begun Many reasons John Brown being one And though Abe Lincoln never did intend He finished what Brown started in the end Washington is on my dollar bill Jefferson's memorial on the hill John Brown gave his life for our great sin The textbooks almost never mention him Racial fear still fuels this nation's fire The smoke is thick and always getting higher And up in Heaven John Brown sits and cries Come back John and open up our eyes Chorus back to the top Roll On (Song for Anne Marie) Lyrics & Music by A. Moock ©2007 Moockshake Music, ASCAP Pocket of pennies Mother of pearl Keeper of secrets Lost in the world Hands to your hips Feet to the floor Heart in your throat Head for the door Chorus: Roll on sweet Anne Marie roll on roll on Roll on sweet Anne Marie roll on roll on What have you done Left him for good Everyone's said For years that you should It's easy to talk Harder to leave Everything that you've known Everything you believed Chorus Plenty of fish Left in the sea Don't know if I've got Any bait left in me And what do I tell My sweet little one How do you say Your daddy is gone Chorus Head on your hands Arms on your knees Slow summer night Cool evening breeze Star in the sky Ash on the ground One life is lost A new life is found Chorus back to the top Own Way to Heaven Lyrics & Music by A. Moock ©2007 Moockshake Music, ASCAP Peter Piper picked a peck of useless good intentions A pack of broken promises a pile of busted dreams You can't get down the road when you're headed all directions You better pick a path because you're busting at the seams Chorus: Everybody's got to find their own way to heaven There ain't nobody gonna show you the way The sun'll keep on rising and the sun'll keep on setting There ain't no tomorrow better live for today You're talking in your sleep and you're sleeping when you're walking You're wishful when you're waking and you're waiting for a sign Open up the door can't you hear the future knocking It's saying better live because you're running out of time Chorus The universe was born without a father or a mother There wasn't a beginning and there'll never be an end But you and I were born to die we're headed for the gutter Better get your shit together 'fore you wake up and you're dead Chorus I've written many songs about the many ways I love you I can't say nothing new because there's nothing new to say The feeling just gets deeper so I'm thinking you're a keeper And if there's no tomorrow then I'm glad you're here today Chorus back to the top Delia Traditional Delia was a gambling girl she gambled all around Delia was a gambling girl she would lay her money down She's all I got is gone Delia's dear old mother took a trip out West When she returned little Delia had gone to rest She's all I got is gone Curtis looking high Curtis looking low He shot poor Delia down with a fateful forty-four She's all I got is gone High up on the rooftops high as I can see Looking for them rounders they've been looking out for me She's all I got is gone The judge he says to Curtis, What's this noise about It's all about them rounders judge they's trying to cut me out She's all I got is gone Curtis says to the judge, What might be my fine Judge says, Poor boy you got ninety-nine She's all I got is gone Curtis is in the jail house drinking from an old tin cup Delia's in the graveyard she may never get up She's all I got is gone back to the top Fishing Tales Lyrics & Music by A. Moock ©2007 Moockshake Music, ASCAP Hello little man can you tell me who I am I've been waiting all my life to touch your little hand The twinkle in your eyes I haven't seen The twinkle in your father's eye emerging on the scene Will you look a lot like me If you do don't make a scene and cry It's alright I got by you can do the same Hello little boy or could you be a girl A fumbler's little princess an oyster's little pearl You push your head out I pull mine in And look over my shoulder at the person who I've been It won't be long before we meet I'm gonna grab your little feet it's bittersweet To feel the whole world turning under me Oh don't be too slow I'm standing here holding in my breath Oh don't be too fast You've got time and we'll both need our rest A cloud of smoke and there you'll be Avatar of beauty come to be Heaven makes an angel just for me Hello my old friend I guess I left you to the end You and I have lived a life I'd gladly live again And now we're jumping blind into the rush A little step for mankind but a great big leap for us Ah the miracle of life My fertile little wife I guess it worked this time It took a while but practicing was fun Oh don't be too slow We're standing here holding in our breath Oh don't be too fast You've got time and we'll all need our rest back to the top back to the music page |
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