A Spanish Rose
Anybody Anymore
Ballad of the Hidden Village (Lay Your Burden Down)
Backside (Not Your Baby Girl)
Beauty Beyond Reason
Become the Wind
Blue Rock
Boxcar
Breathe
Broken Wings
Brother Child
Burn in the Fire
Coffee Shop Girl
Castles of Her Crystalline
Coretta’s Song (Version 1)
Coretta’s Song (Version 2)
Credo In Unam (You Are the One)
Diamonds
Every Shadow
Everyday
Fill My Cup
Fly
Good as Gold
Grey Girl
Highway to Tomorrow
Hold My Hand Today
Incantation: Creation
Interlock
January 20
Jenny
Kisses
Lady
Less Than Holy
Light (O, Let Your Light Shine Bright)
Like I Love Loving You
Lost You to Paradise
Mortal Self
MyDolls
Mountain Lady Woman
New Jim Crow
One Shoe
Pastorale (Interlude)
Perfect Regret
Piece of Mine
Pretty Ebony
Rare Bird
Sanguine Song
Shut Up and Sing
Sleep Baby, Slumber
Song for the End of Days
Standing at the Door
Tall as Our Fathers
Tangerine
The Gospel
The Beans
The Greatest Story Ever Told
The Last Stop
The Point
The Rapture
The Short Walk
This Is Not a Love Song
Tumble
Turn It Around
Very Small Things
War No More
Warm and Gentle People
Warm Like the Waters
Water I (The Water)
Water II (Walk Upon Water)
Welfare Queen
Wednesday’s Child
When Mama Cries
When the Rain Comes In (Rain)
When the Sun Comes Down
Winona Laduke
Wrecking Ball
Your Love
Category: Lyrics
A Spanish rose,
plucked from her garden,
move from mountain
to ocean to sea
seeking shelter
she came upon my doorstep
and here’s what she said to me:
“Solo en cada país,
canta la misma cancíon,
trabajo por día,
grito por noche.
Oaio.”
She told a tale
of love requited
a rose’s season
to open full bloom.
but seasons change
to leave the broken hearted
alone, with her love
gone too soon, singing:
“solo en cada país,
canta la misma cancíon:
trabajo por día,
grito por noche.
Oaio.”
jamie comes home with her face bashed in
her sister looks her over with a mischievous grin
“so you went to get screwed by him again,
you’re so f*ing crazy.”
jessie’s at the bar with her ears still wet
she talks real hard so the hustlers forget
she ain’t even got a driving license yet
she’s still just a baby
doesn’t anybody wanna know what the hell’s goin’ on?
doesn’t anybody ever notice when something’s gone wrong?
doesn’t anybody believe in love anymore?
jenny asked the preacher what the good lord said
his hand went up her skirt said he could show her instead
said if he could have her writhing in his bed
she’d be a believer
jimmy told his daddy that he thought he was gay
his daddy told him that he’d go to hell one day
jimmy said he’d rather choose that price to pay
than be a deceiver
he said doesn’t anybody wanna know what the hell’s goin’ on?
doesn’t anybody ever notice that something’s gone wrong?
doesn’t anybody believe in love anymore?
Lay your burden down boys,
Lay your burden down
Of your kind they will say
How you set your will ablaze
But for now lay your burden down boys
Lay your burden down
We came from the port of New Orleans
From the maiden who ne’er shall wake
In her bed we take rest
From the woes we possess
By the shores of her Ponchartrain Lake, boys
We crossed the Great Mississippi
The roar of our nation’s birth
On her mighty waves
For the triumph of the trade
They belied the measure of our worth, boys
We passed by the graves of our mothers
Through the land where they toiled and they tilled
Are we ever to know
How their seeds were made to grow
It’s a silence that haunts us still, boys
When we reached Angelina County,
A Hidden Village we did find
A fraternity
Nay, the “Order of the Qui!”
Deep in those Texas Pines, boys
We took comfort in your union
The rage in your will of fire
You reached out a hand
Yes we joined the royal band
With our will may we ever inspire, boys
So, lay your burden down boys,
Lay your burden down
Of your kind they will say
How you set your will ablaze
But for now lay your burden down boys
Lay your burden down
Please don’t think me civilized
Please don’t leave me patronized
Please don’t think I’ll compromise
I’m not your baby girl
Please don’t try to analyze me
You can’t help but fantasize
But I won’t buy your sack of lies
I’m not your baby girl
I’m a woman on the run
I have so much to be done
Purpose is my number one
I’m not your baby girl
Don’t tell me I’m out of line
I can’t mend your broken mind
But watch me break your paradigm
I’m not your baby girl
You can’t see me
You couldn’t if you tried
You’re luck if you catch a shadow of my backside.
I want to write a song that she will hear,
She who holds beauty beyond reason.
She, whose eyes like butterflies
Reach to meet the morning sunlight
as it warms their wings
and they rest upon the rainbows
as they wish for simple things
I want to play a song for her to sing
she who hold beauty beyond reason.
she, whose eyes like butterflies
tell her everything she’ll ever need to know,
taking flight beyond the moonlight to behold
beauty beyond reason.
She who knows the reason we must fight for our lives,
She who knows the season comes
to take out the knife from her wounded soul,
for she holds beauty beyond reason
she calls the wind to meet her
like it was her familiar
it bends itself to greet her
and finds itself returning to a
long lost love affair
she whispers something tender
the color of surrender
she binds herself to wonder
and finds herself believing in the
most unlikely pair
still the space between is wide
the distance between nothingness and matter
chorus
how will she go from here to there
she must become the wind
wrap herself around the earth
stir the brittle leaves on the eventide
“i am the tree top” she says
up from the earth’s tender skin
it took me centuries to find the sun
and i can feel your feet upon
the ladder to my leaves
come and stir them on the eventide.”
“i’m the mountainside” it says in reply
up from ocean’s bottom
it took me centuries to find the sun
but i can feel your feet upon
my bed of fallen leaves
come and stir them on the eventide”
and she said
show me the way from here to there
must i become the wind?
wrap myself around the earth
stir the brittle leaves on the eventide
sing for the hillside…
i am the moonbeam it says
up from nothingness of matter
it took me centuries to find the sun
yet i can feel your feet upon
the ladder to the leaves
come stir them on the eventide
bridge
there is where there is nowhere but here
and you’re breathing me in
here is where it all begins
so how do we go from here to there
we must become the wind
wrap ourselves around the earth
stir the brittle leaves upon the eventide
make some glory
tell the story of the seas
wrap ourselves around the earth….
chorus
Blue rock, blue rock twisting
Trying to make trouble, trying to make freedom.
Blue rock, blue rock shifting
Stirring up trouble, stirring up freedom.
We are living in a world today
Where we take our own peace of mind
And give it away.
Take my hand at the highest price,
And with just enough stardust
I’ll paint my own paradise.
chorus
Blue rock, blue rock shaking
Stirring up trouble, stirring up freedom.
Blue rock, blue rock breaking,
Trying to make trouble, trying to shape freedom.
All around me I see soul folk on the floor
Selling flesh and blood til it ain’t no joke no more.
Sweatshop economics in the name of evolution
And green back flavored apathy
Done bought out the revolution.
My Lord what a morning
When the blue rock shakes the mighty to the Earth
My Lord what a morning
When the mountain lays down pleading for rebirth
My Lord what a morning
When the tide crawls back to rest upon the shore
My Lord what a morning
When the martyred sons and daughters cry no more.
chorus
bending back
over the burden
of crossings and crosses
burning my fortunate eyes
and if i could i surely would
breathe a little lighter
but i’m overcome
terror takes
too many hands to
make me believe what the
looking glass tells me i fear
and if i could i surely would
fight a little harder
but i’m overcome
empty eyes
once filled with crystals and reverie
and love for their fathers
broken backs
under the weight of it all
and if i could i surely would
stand dream a little wider
yeah, if i could i surely would
stand a little taller
but i’m overcome
for every night the moon saw me drunk
on bottled silences laced with liquid dreams…
for every dawn that¹s sealed your caresses
in a rapid twilight ecstacy…
for the ocean of barren dessert
who finds her oasis
in a distant fertile sea…
touch my fingers…
wet my eyes…
and breathe on me….