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Be kind to your parents
Though they don't deserve it
Remember that grown ups
Is a difficult stage of life

They're apt to be nervous
And over
to the movies
But now I have to crawl
On my hands and knees to make you see
That life is passing us by
Come on press the starter James
Come on give it a try"
tomorrow
Time goes by
Just like yesterday
Just like like Mr. James says

Take these pigeons for example
Well they never seem to have
A single worry
never get the last nail outta the cross 
Befuddled by life and alone in death 
My dearest companion is crystal meth 
Dinosaurs callin' me back in time
as though there is nothing to show
There is compassion and depth in a neighbor

Now if Bartles and James didn't need no first names
We could live by our
strive
You 're better than who you think you are, by far
There is no easy way out
Of the problems you're facing, no doubt
But one thing I know
You
At the strip joint, where we met
He said 'Hi, my name is Ted
See that one over there
That ball of thunder
Every time she goes Vavoom,
I wiggle in my chair
nations, rise, 
Join the triumph of the skies, 
With th' angelic host proclaim, 
"Christ is born in Bethlehem." 
Hark! the herald angels sing, 
"Glory
At the strip joint, where we met
He said 'Hi, my name is Ted
See that one over there
That ball of thunder
Every time she goes Vavoom,
I wiggle in my chair
Let us see who stands triumphant

The echoes of cosmic strife
Borne to the one-eyed man
By the ravens of reminiscence
ain't naming names
 Well he really worked me over good
 Just like Jesse James
 Yes he really worked me over good
 He was a credit to his gender
 Put
naming names
Well he really worked me over good
Just like Jesse James

Yes, he really worked me over good
He was a credit to his gender
Put me
earth life was a conquering strife
And he lived till his beard grew hoary
And he died at last by hid blood red mast
And now he is lost in glory
Thames
When I was young in the clubs they played Cool James
Get rich without jail, is one of my aims
You remember Good Times, with courderoy jeans

Chorus
I had a first cousin called Arthur McBride
He and I took a stroll down by the by the sea side
A seeking good fortune and what might be tide
'Twas
at the foot of an open sky
Is it by faith, not time
The sun does climb
To light the path for us?
And I can embrace where I'm going
Tomorrow has already
From East Asheville Hardware
..............................................

by Chuck Brodsky

Every morning, I commute.
Mild-mannered man. In
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Don't worry about my politics
They are what they are
I work best when I get some rest
Right now I'm in a bar
of life, our inner strife
Hidden inside us the need to end, to end our pain

One with nature, spoiled, without a zest for life
Sparkling bodies embraced
naming names
Well he really worked me over good
Just like Jesse James

Yes, he really worked me over good
He was a credit to his gender
Put me
a miner and one more is found
Killed by accident no one can tell
Your mining's all over, poor miner, farewell.

Dad worked like a Trojan his money
it
All over town

But then things just get worse
You look in the mirror and you think it's a curse
Your hair is falling out on your pillow and all
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Ezekiel 22:30, 1 Timothy 2:1, James 5:16

There's no feeling
Like when you have a friend in need
Their heart
As cold as ice The satanist heart No vain strife To reach the goal The fullmoon shines within
The temple of the mind As the way unfolds By its own
heart

[Chorus:]

Blood is spilled on black and white
Different colors, why do we fight
Face the facts, stone cold sober
Black and white and red