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from Joan Baez - Gracias A La VIda (Here's To Life) (1994)
Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto
me dio dos luceros, que cuando los abro perfecto distingo el negro del blanco y en alto cielo, su fondo estrellado y en las multitudes, el hombre que yo amo 내게 그토록 많은 것을 준 삶에 감사합니다. 삶은 눈을 뜨면 흑과 백을 완벽하게 구별할 수 있는 두 샛별을 내게 주었습니다 그리고 높은 하늘에는 빛나는 별을 많은 사람들 중에는 내 사랑하는 이를 주었습니다 Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto me ha dado el o do que en todo su ancho graba noche y dia grillos y canarios martillos, turbinas, ladridos, chubascos y la voz tan tierna de mi bien amado 내게 그토록 많은 것을 준 삶에 감사합니다 삶은 밤과 낮에 귀뚜라미와 카나리아 소리를 들려주고 망치소리, 터빈소리, 개짖는 소리, 빗소리, 그리고 내가 가장 사랑하는 이의 그토록 부드러운 목소리를 녹음해 넣을 수 있는 넓은 귀도 주었답니다 Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto me ha dado el sonido y el abecedario con el las palabras que pienso y declaro madre amigo hermano y luz alumbrando la ruta del alma del que estoy amando 내게 그토록 많은 것을 준 삶에 감사합니다. 삶은 생각하고 그 생각을 주장할 수 있는 언어와 소리와 알파벳을 선사하고 어머니와 친구와 형제들 그리고 내가 사랑하고 있는 이의 영혼의 길을 밝혀주는 빛도 주었고요 Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto me ha dado la marcha de mis pies cansados con ellos auduve ciudades y charcos, playas y desiertos, monta as y llanos y la casa tuya, tu calle y tu patio 내게 그토록 많은 것을 준 삶에 감사합니다 삶은 피곤한 발로 진군할 수 있게 해 주었습니다 나는 그 피곤한 발을 이끌고 도시와 늪지, 해변과 사막, 산과 평야, 당신의 집과 거리, 그리고 당신의 정원을 거닐었습니다 Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto me dio el coraz n que agita su marco cuando miro el fruto del cerebro humano cuando miro el bueno, tan lejos del malo cuando miro el fondo de tus ojos claros 내게 그토록 많은 것을 준 삶에 감사합니다 인간의 정신이 열매를 거두는 것을 볼 때 악에서 멀리 떠난 선함을 볼 때 그리고 당신의 맑은 눈의 깊은 곳을 응시할 때 삶은 내게 그 틀을 뒤흔드는 마음을 선사했습니다 Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto me ha dado la risa y me ha dado el llanto as yo distingo dicha de quebranto los dos materiales que forman mi canto y el canto de ustedes, que es el mismo canto el canto de todos, que es el propio canto Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto 내게 그토록 많은 것을 준 삶에 감사합니다 삶은 내게 웃음과 눈물은 주어 슬픔과 행복을 구별할 수 있게 해주었습니다. 그 슬픔과 행복은 내 노래와 당신들의 노래를 이루었습니다 이 노래가 바로 그것입니다 그것은 우리들 모두의 노래입니다, 모든 노래가 그러하듯 내게 그토록 많은 것을 준 삶에 감사합니다 |
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from Joan Baez - Gracias A La VIda (Here's To Life) (1994)
Llego con tres heridas:
la del amor, la de la muerte, la de la vida. Con tres heridas viene: la de la vida, la del amor, la de la muerte Con tres heridas yo: la de la vida, la de la muerte, la del amor. Llego con tres heridas: la del amor, la de la muerte, la de la vida. Con tres heridas viene: la de la vida, la del amor, la de la muerte. Con tres heridas yo: la de la vida, la de la muerte, la del amor. |
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from Joan Baez - Gracias A La VIda (Here's To Life) (1994)
La Llorona
Todos me dicen el negro, llorona negro pero carinoso Yo soy como el chile verde, llorona picante pero sabroso. Ay! de mi, llorona llorona de ayer y hoy ayer maravilla fui, llorona y ahora ni sombra soy Dicen que no tengo duelo, llorona porque no me ven llorar Hay muertos que no hacen ruido, llorona y es mas grande su penar Ay! de mi, llorona llorona de azul celeste y aunque la vida me cuesta, llorona no dejare de quererte |
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from Joan Baez - Gracias A La VIda (Here's To Life) (1994)
El preso numero nueve ya lo van a confesar
esta encerrado en la celda con el cura del penal y antes del amanecer la vida le han de quitar porque mato a su mujer y a un amigo desleal Dice asi al confesar los mate si senor y si vuelvo a nacer yo los vuelvo a matar Padre no me arrepiento ni me da miedo la eternidad yo se que alla en el cielo el que juzga nos juzgara voy a seguir sus pasos voy a buscarla hasta el mas alla. ay. yayayayayyyyy El preso numero nueve era un hombre muy cabal iba en la noche del pueble muy contento en su jacal pero al mirar a su amor en brazos de su rival ardio en el pecho el rencor y no se pudo aguantar al sonar el clarin se formo el peloton iban al paredon solo alcanzo a decir: Padre no me arrepiento ni me da miedo la eternidad yo se que alla en el cielo el que juzga nos juzgara voy a seguir sus pasos voy a buscarla hasta el mas alla. ay. yayayayayyyyy yaay |
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from Joan Baez - Gracias A La VIda (Here's To Life) (1994)
(Victor Jara)
Te recuerdo Amanda la calle mojada corriendo a la fabrica donde trabajaba Manuel. La sonrisa ancha la lluvia en el pelo no importaba nada Ibas a encontrarte con el, con el, con el, con el, con el, son cinco minutos la vida es eterna en cinco minutos. Suena la sirena de vuelta al trabajo y tu caminando lo iluminas todo los cinco minutos te hacen florecer. La sonrisa ancha la lluvia en el pelo no importaba nada Ibas a encontrarte con el, con el, con el, con el, con el, Que partio a la sierra que nunca hizo dano que partio a la sierra y en cinco minutos quedo destrozado. Suena la sirena de vuelta al trabajo muchos no volvieron tampoco Manuel. |
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from Joan Baez - Gracias A La VIda (Here's To Life) (1994)
Rossinyol, que vas a Franca, rossinyol,
encomana'm a la mare, rossinyol, d'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol. Encomane'm a la mare, rossinyol, i a mon pare no pas gaire, rossinyol, d'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol. Perque m'ha mal maridada, rossinyol, a un pastor me n'ha dada, rossinyol, d'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol. Que em fa guardar la ramada, rossinyol, he perduda l'esquellada, rossinyol, d'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol. Jo t'he de donar per paga, rossinyol, un pet'o i una abracada, rossinyol, d'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol. Rossinyol, que vas a Franca, rossinyol, encomana'm a la mare, rossinyol, d'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol. |
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from Joan Baez - Gracias A La VIda (Here's To Life) (1994)
De colores de colores se visten los campos la primavera
De colores de colores son los pa jaritos que veien de fuera De colores de colores es el arco iris que vemos lucir y por eso los grandes amores de muchos coles me gustan a mi y por eso los grandes amores de muchos coles me gustan a mi Canta el gallo canta el gallo con el quri quri .., .., .. La gallina la gallina con el cara cara .., .., .. Los Polluelos los Polluelos col el pio, .., .., pi~ y por eso los grandes amores de muchos coles me gustan a mi y por eso los grandes amores de muchos coles me gustan a mi |
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from Joan Baez - Gracias A La VIda (Here's To Life) (1994)
Cada madre agobiada ya descansara,
Y en nuestros brazos sus criaturas reposaran, Cuando el sol se pone, sobre el campo, Amor y musica les brindaremos, Y las madres cansadas ya descansaran. Y el campesino con su arado y su tractor En la frente la extrana frescura sentira De las lagrimas de pena Derramadas por los comerciantes Y los agricultores ya descansaran Los trabajadores dolientes de la tierra, Otra vez el himno tan resonante cantaran, ¡Ya no seremos los pobres! ¡Ya no viviremos en esclavitud! Y los trabajadores luego cantaran. Cuando los soldados sus garitas dejaran, Y en las trincheras sus uniformes quemaran, O mi general, tus fieles tropas, Ya se habran olvidado de ti, ¡Y la gente del mundo ya descansara! |
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from Joan Baez - Gracias A La VIda (Here's To Life) (1994)
(Poema de Fernando Alegria, con
musica de Rolando Alarcon. De Chile) Las cinco ya van a dar Las cinco de la manana abreme la puerta mi alma que he ganado una batalla que he ganado una batalla y herido ya el sol se asoma te busco en la madrugada dame tu pecho, paloma. Dame tu pecho, paloma sin olvidar bien amada flor que no se abre a su dueno se apaga en la madrugada al filo de un esquinazo como el lucero en tu almohada paloma y tu entre mis brazos. Palomita entre mis brazos punteando se viene el alba oye el rumor de las armas que ya suenan los balazos que ya suenan los balazos escucha lo que yo siento no vuela la alondra en vano si en brazos la lleva el viento. |
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from Joan Baez - Dark Chorus On A Big Guitar (2003)
It's another happy April
To every happy fool. And you move through my dreams Like a trout moves through a pool. Sure I will do anything, But I blush at the reverie. Sleeper come and go with me. And she always was a painter And she left me her suitcase, And I still remember The soft lines of her drunken face, As she stood there in my doorway, Like a cat up in a tree. Sleeper come and go with me. A small farm in Wisconsin For a driftless man, Supper on the table, And a lover's tender hands, Though she leaves my salt and woodsmoke, For a job in the city. Sleeper come and go with me. I will take you with my children, Through the clover, to the creek, When Orion's gone a hunting Through the fields our wishes seek, Where we all can love each other Like sugar in our tea. Sleeper come and go with me. Well the last wild fling is over And a cold wind brings the dawn, To rows of parking meters And the shadow of a blond, Who is standing by the wild rye In a pointless dream. Sleeper come and go with me. It's another happy April To every happy fool. And you move through my dreams Like a trout moves through a pool. Sure I will do anything, But I blush at the reverie. Sleeper come and go with me. |
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from Joan Baez - Dark Chorus On A Big Guitar (2003)
Will you comfort me in my time of need?
Can you take away the pain of a hurtful deed? 'Cause when we need it most, there's no rain at all And dust just settles right there on the feed Will you say to me a little rain's gonna come? When the sky can't offer none to me I will come for you when my days are through And I'll let your smile just off and carry me 'Cause when the calm comes down I'll take the truck on into town And buy whatever we can't seem to grow I work these hands till they bleed 'Cause I got mouths to feed I got fifteen dollars hid above the stove Will you say to me a little rain's gonna come? When the sky can't offer none to me And I will come for you when my days are through I'll let your smile just off and carry me 'Cause it ain't like it was on back in those days When everyone would offer up their hand These old bones are worn, I've grown tiresome And I know my time is surely gonna come Will you comfort me in my time of need? Can you take away the pain and hurtful deeds? I will come for you when my days are through And I'll let your smile just off and carry me Lord, we married young and stayed where we came from And gave those children everything we had Will you stay with me in my time of need? It seems we had such little time for us Will you say to me a little rain's gonna come? When the sky can't offer none to me And I will come for you when my days are through And I'll let your smile just off and carry me |
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from Joan Baez - Dark Chorus On A Big Guitar (2003)
Caleb Meyer, he lived alone
In them hollarin' pines Then he made a little whiskey for himself Said it helped pass the time Long one evening in back of my house, Caleb come around And he called my name 'til I went out With no one else around Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna Wear them rattlin' chains. But when I go to sleep at night, Don't you call my name Where's your husband, Nellie Kane Where's your darlin gone? Did he go down off the mountain side And leave you all alone? Yes, my husband's gone to Bowlin' Green To do some business there. Then Caleb threw that bottle down And grabbed me by my hair. Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna Wear them rattlin' chains. But when I go to sleep at night, Don't you call my name He threw me in the needle bed, Across my dress he lay Then he pinned my hands above my head And I commenced to pray. I cried My God, I am your child Send your angels down Then feelin' with my fingertips, The bottle neck I found I drew that glass across his neck As fine as any blade, And I felt his blood pour fast and hot Around me where I laid. Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna Wear them rattlin' chains. But when I go to sleep at night, Don't you call my name Caleb Meyer, your ghost is gonna Wear them rattlin' chains. But when I go to sleep at night, Don't you call my name |
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from Joan Baez - Dark Chorus On A Big Guitar (2003)
Where in the hell can you go far from the things that you know
Far from the sprawl of concrete that keeps crawling its way about 1,000 miles a day? Take one last look behind, commit this to memory and mind. Don't miss this wasteland, this terrible place. When you leave keep your heart off your sleeve. Motherland cradle me, close my eyes, lullaby me to sleep. Keep me safe, lie with me, stay beside me don't go. Don't you go. Oh, my five & dime queen tell me what have you seen? The lust and the avarice, the bottomless, cavernous greed, is that what you see? Motherland cradle me, close my eyes, lullaby me to sleep. Keep me safe, lie with me, stay beside me don't go. It's your happiness I want most of all and for that I'd do anything at all, oh mercy me! If you want the best of it or the most of all, if there's anything I can do at all. Now come on shot gun bride what makes me envy your life? Faceless, nameless, innocent, blameless and free, what's that like to be? Motherland cradle me, close my eyes, lullaby me to sleep. Keep me safe, lie with me, stay beside me don't go. Don't go. |
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from Joan Baez - Dark Chorus On A Big Guitar (2003)
At night we crossed the border
Following a Black robe To the edge of the reservationton Cataldo Mission Where the saints and all the martyrs Look down on dying converts What makes the water holy she says is that that it's the closest thing to rain I stole a mule from Anthony I helped Anne up upon it And we rode to Coeur d'Alene Through Harrison and Wallace They were blasting out the tunnels Making way for the light of learning When Jesus comes a'calling she said he's coming round the mountain on a train It's my home-last night I dreamt that I grew wings I found a place where they could hear me when I sing We floated on to Hanford On a lumber boat up river Past the fisheries and the milltowns like a stretch of future graveyards She was driven to distraction Said I wonder what will happen When they find out they're mistaken The land is too changed to ever change We waded through the marketplace Someone's ship had come in There was silver and begonias Dynamite and cattle There were hearts as big as apples And apples in the shape of Mary's heart I said inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so plain It's my home-last night I dreamt that I grew wings I found a place where they could hear me when I sing. And so they came with cameras Breaking through the morning mist Press and businessmen-tycoons-Episcopal philanthropists Lost in their appraisal of the body of a woman But all we saw were lowlands Clouds clung to mountains without strings And at last we saw some people... And at last we saw some people... And at last we saw some people Huddled up against The rain that was descending like railroad spikes and hammers They were headed for the border Walking and then running And then they were gone into the fog but Anne said Underneath their jackets she saw wings |
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from Joan Baez - Dark Chorus On A Big Guitar (2003)
Coldest night of the winter
working up my farewell In the middle of everything under no particular spell Dreaming of the mountains where the children learn the stars Clouds roll in from Nebraska dark chords on a big guitar My restlessness is long gone standing like an old jack pine I'm looking for Rexroth's daughter She's a friend of a friend of mine Can't believe your hands and mouth did all that to me And they are so daily naked for all the world to see That thunderstorm in Michigan I never will forget We shook right with the thunder & with the pounding rain got wet Where did you turn when you turned from me with your arms across your chest Ya,I'm looking for Rexroth's daughter saw her in the great northwest Would she have said it was the wrong time if I had found her then I don't ask very much a field across the road and a few good friends She used to come & see me she was always there & gone Even the very longest love do'nt last very long She'd stood there in my doorway smoothing out her dress saying 'life is a thump-ripe melon- -so sweet and such a mess' (I wanted to get to know you but you said you were shy I would have followed you anywhere but hello rolled into goodbye I just stood there watching as you walked along the fence Beware of them that look at you as an experience You're back out on the highway with your poems of city heat I'm looking for Rexroth's daughter here on my own side street) Well,The murderer who lived next door seemed such a normal guy-- You try to swallow what they shove at us you run out of tears to cry I heard a man speak quietly I listened for a while He spoke from his heart to my woe & then he bowed & smiled What is real but compassion as we move from birth to death Ya,I'm looking for Rexroth's daughter & I'm running out of breath Spring will come back I know it will & it'll do its best so useful, so endangered like a lion or a breast I think about my children when I look at any child's face pray that we will find a way to get with all this amazing grace It's so cold out there tonight stormy I can hardly see I'm looking for Rexroth's daughter & I guess I always will be. |
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from Joan Baez - Dark Chorus On A Big Guitar (2003)
I was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died Just a country boy that combed his hair And put on a shirt his mother made and went on the air And he shook it like a chorus girl And he shook it like a Harlem queen He shook it like a midnight rebel, baby Like you never seen I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died How he took it all out of black and white Grabbed his wand in the other hand and he held on tight And he shook it like a hurricane He shook it like to make it break And he shook it like a holy roller, baby With his soul at stake I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died He was all alone in a long decline Thinking how happy John Henry was that he fell down and died When he shook it and he rang like silver He shook it and he shine like gold He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby Well bless my soul He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby Well bless my soul, what's wrong with me? I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died Just a country boy that combed his hair Put on a shirt his mother made and he went on the air And he shook it like a chorus girl He shook it like a Harlem queen He shook it like a midnight rebel, baby Like he never seen |
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from Joan Baez - Dark Chorus On A Big Guitar (2003)
I might just change my mind
Sometimes you can never tell Where a story will unwind How deep is the shallow ground Sometimes you would never guess Who's all talk and who just might Find a way or lose themselves On the king's highway tonight I am just like many more Who lie in bed, still and numb Waking up and I can see Just how dark it has become Who knows no better angels now Who knows none but earthly light Who is waiting for a stranger On the king's highway tonight It wasn't how I had it planned When it finally came around I took a man with my own hands But I held him close when he went down He hadn't time to be afraid His look was only of surprise Staring up from where he lay On the king's highway tonight I took the little that he had Only as an afterthought He wouldn't have to feel so bad To think I killed him just because He was passing through this town Only 'cause he looked about right He stopped when I flagged him down On the king's highway tonight I might just change my mind Sometimes you can never tell |
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from Joan Baez - Dark Chorus On A Big Guitar (2003)
It's Christmastime in Washington
The Democrats rehearsed Gettin' into gear for four more years Things not gettin' worse The Republicans drink whiskey neat And thanked their lucky stars They said, 'He cannot seek another term They'll be no more FDRs' I sat home in Tennessee Staring at the screen With an uneasy feeling in my chest And I'm wonderin' what it means So come back Woody Guthrie Come back to us now Tear your eyes from paradise And rise again somehow If you run into Jesus Maybe he can help you out Come back Woody Guthrie to us now I followed in your footsteps once Back in my travelin' days Somewhere I failed to find your trail Now I'm stumblin' through the haze But there's killers on the highway now And a man can't get around So I sold my soul for wheels that roll Now I'm stuck here in this town So come back Woody Guthrie Come back to us now Tear your eyes from paradise And rise again somehow If you run into Jesus Maybe he can help you out Come back Woody Guthrie to us now There's foxes in the hen house Cows out in the corn The unions have been busted Their proud red banners torn To listen to the radio You'd think that all was well But you and me and Cisco know It's going straight to hell So come back, Emma Goldman Rise up, old Joe Hill The barracades are goin' up They cannot break our will Come back to us, Malcolm X And Martin Luther King We're marching into Selma As the bells of freedom ring So come back Woody Guthrie Come back to us now Tear your eyes from paradise And rise again somehow If you run into Jesus Maybe he can help you out Come back Woody Guthrie to us now |
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If you ever lived in a ghetto
And maybe at the close of your day On your front porch you hear the sound of a jukebox From the neighbourhood cafe Well in the noon you may hear the neighbours fussing When a kid breaks a window pane In the night, in the night you may be wakened By the outbound train Well the rich folks they own the big city And they down us who living the way we do But when you're born a child of a poor man You know the ghetto is the only place for you Well if there's such a thing as revolution And there will be if we rise to the call When we build we build we build we build the new Jerusalem There won't be no more ghetto, ghetto at all No there won't be no more ghetto, ghetto at all |
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Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind Down in the Gypsy Cafe With a friend of a friend of mine Who sat with a baby heavy on her knee Yet spoke of life most free from slavery With eyes that showed no trace of misery A phrase in connection first with she occurred That love is just a four-letter word Outside a rattling store-front window Cats meowed to the break of day Me, I kept my mouth shut, To you I had no words to say My experience was limited and underfed You were talking while I hid To the one who was the father of your kid You probably didn't think I did, but I heard You say that love is just a four-letter word I said goodbye unnoticed Pushed forth into my own games Drifting in and out of lifetimes Unmentionable by name Searching for my double, looking for Complete evaporation to the core Though I tried and failed at finding any door I must have thought that there was nothing more Absurd than that love is just a four-letter word Though I never knew just what you meant When you were speaking to your man I can only think in terms of me And now I understand After waking enough times to think I see The Holy Kiss that's supposed to last eternity Blow up in smoke, it's destiny Falls on strangers, travels free Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me And I do not really need to be Assured that love is just a four-letter word |
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Show me the prison
show me the jail show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale and I'll show you, young man, with so many reasons why, there but for fortune go you or I. show me the alley show me the train show me the hobo who sleeps out in the rain and I'll show you, young man, with so many reasons why there but for fortune go you or I. show me the whiskey stains on the floor show me the drunkard as he stumbles out the door and I'll show you, young man, with so many reasons why, there but for fortune go you or I. Show me the country where the bombs had to fall show me the ruins of the buildings, once so tall and I'll show you young man with so many reasons why, there but for fortune go you and I, you and I. |
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Fair young maid all in a garden
Stange young man, passerby He said, "Fair maid, will you marry me?" This then, sir, was her reply: Oh, no, kind sir, I cannot marry thee For I've a love who sails all on the sea. He's been gone for seven years Still no man shall marry me What if he's in some battle slain Or drownded (sic) in the deep salt sea What if he's found another love And he and his love both married be? Well, if he's in some battle slain I will go and mourn all on his grave And if he's drowned in the deep salt sea I'll be true to his memory And if he's found another love And he and his love both married be I'll wish them health and happiness Where they dwell across the sea He picked her up all in his arms Kisses gave her: One, two, three Said, Here am I, my own true love I am your long-lost John Riley! |
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from Joan Baez - The First 10 Years (1970)
Mary Hamilton
Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the Hall And word is up to Madam the Queen, and that's the worst of all That Mary Hamilton has borne a babe To the highest Stuart of all Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton Arise and tell to me What thou hast done with thy wee babe I saw and heard weep by thee I put him in a tiny boat And cast him out to sea That he might sink or he might swim But he'd never come back to me Oh rise arise Mary Hamilton Arise and come with me There is a wedding in Glasgow town This night we'll go and see She put not on her robes of black Nor her robes of brown But she put on her robes of white To ride into Glasgow town And as she rode into Glasgow town The city for to see The bailiff's wife and the provost's wife Cried Alack and alas for thee You need not weep for me she cried You need not week for me For had I not slain my own wee babe This death I would not dee Oh little did my mother think When first she cradled me The lands I was to travel in And the death I was to dee Last night I washed the Queen's feet And put the gold in her hair And the only reward I find for this The gallows to be my share Cast off cast off my gown she cried But let my petticoat be And tie a napkin round my face The gallows I would not see Then by them come the king himself Looked up with a pitiful eye Come down come down Mary Hamillton Tonight you will dine with me Oh hold your tongue my sovereign liege And let your folly be For if you'd a mind to save my life You'd never have shamed me here Last night there were four marys tonight there'll be but three T'was Mary Beaton nd Mary Seton And Mary Carmichael and me. |
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from Joan Baez - The First 10 Years (1970)
(M. Bonfa)
Ladi, lalala, lalala, ladi lalala, lalala. Ladalalala, ladadadidada, ladadidada, ladadadi. Ladi ladala lalala, ladi ladada dadada Lada lalala, laladadada, lalala ladilala. Manha tao bonita, manha Um dia feliz que chegou. O sol no ceu surgiu, E em cada cor brilhou Voltou o sonho entao ao coracao. Depois deste dia feliz, Nao sei se outro dia havera E nossa a manha, tao bela afinal! Manha de carnaval. Canta o meu coracao, a alegria voltou, Tao feliz a manha desse amor. Ladi ladala lalala, ladi ladada dadada Lada lalala, laladadada, lalala ladilala |
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from Joan Baez - The First 10 Years (1970)
If I knew where the wild dove flew
I would not tell the hunter, but I would tell you Though they say you're not a brave man, hardly a man at all You would not shoot the wild things, like brave men in the fall Mmmm mm If I knew where calypso bloomed, I would not tell the ladies, but I would tell you For you would not take the flower, for money or for love Or harm a single petal, 'cause you would not shoot the dove Mmmm mm If I knew where our green love grew I would not tell the others, but I would tell you For 'though the world may call you craven, I know it is not true And 'though a sword may hang between us, my songs are all for you Mmmm mm |
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from Joan Baez - The First 10 Years (1970)
Oh my name it is nothin'
My age it means less The country I come from Is called the Midwest I's taught and brought up there The laws to abide And that land that I live in Has God on its side. Oh the history books tell it They tell it so well The cavalries charged The Indians fell The cavalries charged The Indians died Oh the country was young With God on its side. Oh the Spanish-American War had its day And the Civil War too Was soon laid away And the names of the heroes I's made to memorize With guns in their hands And God on their side. Oh the First World War, boys It closed out its fate The reason for fighting I never got straight But I learned to accept it Accept it with pride For you don't count the dead When God's on your side. When the Second World War Came to an end We forgave the Germans And we were friends Though they murdered six million In the ovens they fried The Germans now too Have God on their side. I've learned to hate Russians All through my whole life If another war starts It's them we must fight To hate them and fear them To run and to hide And accept it all bravely With God on my side. But now we got weapons Of the chemical dust If fire them we're forced to Then fire them we must One push of the button And a shot the world wide And you never ask questions When God's on your side. In a many dark hour I've been thinkin' about this That Jesus Christ Was betrayed by a kiss But I can't think for you You'll have to decide Whether Judas Iscariot Had God on his side. So now as I'm leavin' I'm weary as Hell The confusion I'm feelin' Ain't no tongue can tell The words fill my head And fall to the floor If God's on our side He'll stop the next war. |
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from Joan Baez - The First 10 Years (1970)
As I walked out over London bridge
One misty morning early, I overheard a fair pretty maid Was lamenting for her Geordie. Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain, 'Tis not the chain of many He was born of king's royal breed And lost to a virtuous lady. Go bridle me my milk white steed, Go bridle me my pony, I will ride to London court To plead for the life of my Geordie. Ah, my Geordie never stole nor cow nor calf, He never hurted any, Stole sixteen of the king's royal deer, And he sold them in Bohenny. Two pretty babies have I born, The third lies in my body, I'd freely part with them every one If you'd spare the life of Geordie. The judge looked over his left shoulder, He said fair maid I'm sorry He said fair maid you must be gone For I cannot pardon Geordie. Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain, 'Tis not the chain of many, Stole sixteen of the king's royal deer And he sold them in Bohenny |
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from Joan Baez - The First 10 Years (1970)
(Traditional)
Te ador, tu amor, Deixasse corpo da gente marcado, Oh, porque se mina gente tatuado. Te ador, tu amor, Deixasse corpo da gente marcado, Oh, porque se mina gente tatuado. La la la, la la la la la, la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la. La la la, la la la, lalalalalalala, La la la la la la, la la la la. Te ador, tu amor, Deixasse corpo da gente marcado, Oh, porque se mina gente tatuado, Porque se mina gente tatuado |
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from Joan Baez - The First 10 Years (1970)
Take me to the station
Put me on a train I've got no expectations To pass through here again Once I was a rich man Now I am so poor But never in my sweet short life Have I felt like this before Your heart is like a diamond You throw your pearls to swine And as I watch you leaving me You pack my peace of mind Our love was like the water That splashes on a stone Our love was like our music Its here, and then its gone So take me to the airport And put me on a plane I got no expectations To pass through here again |
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from Joan Baez - The First 10 Years (1970)
SWEET SIR GALAHAD
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) Sweet Sir Galahad came in through the window in the night when the moon was in the yard. He took her hand in his and shook the long hair from his neck and he told her she'd been working much too hard. It was true that ever since the day her crazy man had passed away to the land of poet's pride, she laughed and talked alot with new people on the block but always at evening time she cried. And here's to the dawn of their days. She moved her head a little down on the bed until it rested softly on his knee. And there she dropped her smile and there she sighed awhile, and told him all the sadness of those years that numbered three. Well you know I think my fate's belated because of all the hours I waited for the day when I'd no longer cry. I get myself to work by eight but oh, was I born too late, and do you think I'll fail at every single thing I try? And here's to the dawn of their days. He just put his arm around her and that's the way I found her eight months later to the day. The lines of a smile erased the tear tracks upon her face, a smile could linger, even stay. Sweet Sir Galahad went down with his gay bride of flowers, the prince of the hours of her lifetime. And here's to the dawn of their days, of their days. |
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from Joan Baez - The First 10 Years (1970)
(Donovan Leitch)
1- Your smile - beams like sunlight - on a gull's wing And the leaves - dance and play - after you Take my hand - and hold it - as you would a flower Take care with my heart - oh darling - she's made of glass 2- Your eyes - feel like silence - resting on me And the birds - cease to sing - when you rise Ride easy - your fairy stallion - you have mounted Take care how you fly - my precious - you might fall down 4- In the pastel skies - the sunset - I have wandered With my eyes and ears and heart - strained to the full I know I tasted the essence - in the few days Take care who you love - my precious - he might not know |
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from Joan Baez - The First 10 Years (1970)
Farewell Angelina
The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound The triangle tingles And the trumpet play slow Farewell Angelina The sky is on fire And I must go. There's no need for anger There's no need for blame There's nothing to prove Ev'rything's still the same Just a table standing empty By the edge of the sea Farewell Angelina The sky is trembling And I must leave. The jacks and queens Have forsaked the courtyard Fifty-two gypsies Now file past the guards In the space where the deuce And the ace once ran wild Farewell Angelina The sky is folding I'll see you in a while. See the cross-eyed pirates sitting Perched in the sun Shooting tin cans With a sawed-off shotgun And the neighbors they clap And they cheer with each blast Farewell Angelina The sky's changing color And I must leave fast. King Kong, little elves On the rooftoops they dance Valentino-type tangos While the make-up man's hands Shut the eyes of the dead Not to embarrass anyone Farewell Angelina The sky is embarrassed And I must be gone. The machine guns are roaring The puppets heave rocks The fiends nail time bombs To the hands of the clocks Call me any name you like I will never deny it Farewell Angelina The sky is erupting I must go where it's quiet. |
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from Joan Baez - The First 10 Years (1970)
Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son? Oh, what did you see, my darling young one? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin' I saw a room full of men with their hammers a bleedin' I saw a white ladder all covered with water I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall And what did you hear, my blue eyed son? And what did you hear, my darling young one? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a blazin' Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall Oh, who did you meet, my blue eyed son? Who did you meet, my darling young one? I met a young child beside a dead pony I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman whose body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded with hatred And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard It's a hard rain's a gonna fall Oh, what'll you do now, my blue eyed son? Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one? I'm a goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a fallin' I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest Where the people are many and their hands are all empty Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison Where the executioner's face is always well hidden Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten Where black is the color, where none is the number And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin' But I'll know my song well before I start singin' And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard It's a hard rain's a gonna fall |
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from I Write The Songs: 36 Singer Songwriters Performing... (2005)
Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again But that's not unusual It's just that the moon is full And you happened to call And here I sit Hand on the telephone Hearing a voice I'd known A couple of light years ago Heading straight for a fall As I remember your eyes Were bluer than robin's eggs My poetry was lousy you said Where are you calling from? A booth in the midwest Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks You brought me something We both know what memories can bring They bring diamonds and rust Well you burst on the scene Already a legend The unwashed phenomenon The original vagabond You strayed into my arms And there you stayed Temporarily lost at sea The Madonna was yours for free Yes the girl on the half-shell Would keep you unharmed Now I see you standing With brown leaves falling around And snow in your hair Now you're smiling out the window Of that crummy hotel Over Washington Square Our breath comes out white clouds Mingles and hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me We both could have died then and there Now you're telling me You're not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague Because I need some of that vagueness now It's all come back too clearly Yes I loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid |
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from Joan Baez - 5 (2005)
Show me the prison
show me the jail show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale and I'll show you, young man, with so many reasons why, there but for fortune go you or I. show me the alley show me the train show me the hobo who sleeps out in the rain and I'll show you, young man, with so many reasons why there but for fortune go you or I. show me the whiskey stains on the floor show me the drunkard as he stumbles out the door and I'll show you, young man, with so many reasons why, there but for fortune go you or I. Show me the country where the bombs had to fall show me the ruins of the buildings, once so tall and I'll show you young man with so many reasons why, there but for fortune go you and I, you and I. |
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from Joan Baez - 5 (2005)
Stewball was a good horse, he wore his head high,
and the mane on his foretop, was fine as silk thread. I rode him in England, I rode him in Spain, and I never did lose, boys, I always did gain. So come all you gamblers, wherever you are, and don't bet your money on that little grey mare. Most likely she'll stumble, most likely she'll fall, but never you'll lose, boys, on my noble Stewball. As they were a-riding, 'bout halfway round, that grey mare she stumbled, and fell on the ground. And way out yonder, ahead of them all, came a-prancing and a-dancing, my noble Stewball. Stewball was a race horse, and by the day he was mine, he never drank water, he always drank wine. (Joan Baez) |
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Go away from my window, leave at your own chosen speed.
I'm not the one you want, babe, I'm not the one you need. You say you're looking for someone, never weak but always strong, to protect you and defend you, whether you are right or wrong. Someone to open each and every door. But it ain't me, babe, no, no, no, it ain't me, babe, it ain't me you're looking for, babe. Go lightly from the ledge, babe, go lightly on the ground. I'm not the one you want, babe, I will only let you down. You say you're looking for someone, who will promise never to part. Someone to close his eyes for you, someone to close his heart. Someone who will die for you and more. + CHORUS Go, melt back in the night, babe, everything inside is made of stone. There's nothing in here moving, and anyway I'm not alone. You say you're looking for someone, who'll pick you up each time you fall. To gather flowers constantly, and to come each time you call. A love of your life and nothing more. + CHORUS (Joan Baez) undefined undefined More... GeoCities Premium Services [Close] [Close] GeoCities Premium Services |
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Queen Jane lay in labor
For six weeks and more The women grew weary And the midwife gave o'er King Henry, he was sent for On horse back and speed King Henry came to her In the time of her need Oh Henry, good King Henry If that you do be Please pierce my side open And save my baby Oh no Jane, good Queen Jane That never could be I'd lose my sweet flower To save my baby Queen Jane she turned over She fell all in a swoon Her side was pierced open And the baby was found How bright was the morning How yellow was the moon How costly the white coat Queen Jane was wrapped in King Henry he weeped He wrung his hands 'til they're sore The flower of England Will never be no more |
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Go away from my window
Go away from my door Go away way from my bedside And bother me no more And bother me no more I'll go tell all of my brothers I'll go tell my shipmates too The reason that my heart is broke Is all because of you Is all because of you I'll give you back your presents You give me back my ring And I won't forget my own true love As long as song birds sing As long as song birds sing Go away from my window Go away from my door Go away way from my bedside And bother me no more And bother me no more I'll tell all of my brothers I'll tell my shipmates too The reason that my heart is broke Is all because of you Is all because of you |
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At my door the leaves are falling
The cold wild wind will come Sweethearts walk by together And I still miss someone I go out to wild the parties And look for a little fun But I find the darkened corner 'Cause I still miss someone Though I never got over those blue eyes I see them everywhere I miss those arms that held me When all the love was there I wonder if she's sorry for For leaving what we had begun There's someone for me somewhere And I still miss someone Though I never got over those blue eyes I see them everywhere I miss those arms that held me When all the love was there I wonder if she's sorry for For leaving what we had begun There's someone for me somewhere And I still miss someone |
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CHORUS
When you hear them cuckoos hollerin' When you hear them cuckoos hollerin' When you hear them cuckoos hollerin' Sign of rain, buddy, it'ss a sign of rain Goin' up on the mountain, for to see my baby Goin' up on the mountain, for to see my baby Goin' up on the mountain, for to see my baby Ain't comin' home, buddy, and I ain't comin' home CHORUS When you hear them hoot owls callin' When you hear them hoot owls callin' When you hear them hoot owls callin' Someone's dyin', whoa, somebody's dyin' CHORUS |
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Lyrics as reprinted in Guy and Candie Carawan, Sing for Freedom: The Story of
the Civil Rights Movement through its songs, Bethlehem, PA, 1990, pp. 122-123. Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song. I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong. On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine, And the choirs kept singing of Freedom. That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun, And Addie Mae Collins, her number was one. At an old Baptist church there was no need to run. And the choirs kept singing of Freedom, The clouds they were grey and the autumn winds blew, And Denise McNair brought the number to two. The falcon of death was a creature they knew, And the choirs kept singing of Freedom, The church it was crowded, but no one could see That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was three. Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me. And the choirs kept singing of Freedom. Young Carol Robertson entered the door And the number her killers had given was four. She asked for a blessing but asked for no more, And the choirs kept singing of Freedom. On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground. And people all over the earth turned around. For no one recalled a more cowardly sound. And the choirs kept singing of Freedom. The men in the forest they once asked of me, How many black berries grew in the Blue Sea. And I asked them right with a tear in my eye. How many dark ships in the forest? The Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone. And I can't do much more than to sing you a song. I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong. And the choirs keep singing of Freedom. |
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So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night Though the heart be still as loving And the moon be still as bright For the sword outwears the sheath And the soul wears out the breast And the heart must pause to breathe And love itself must rest Though the night was made for loving And the day returns too soon Still we'll go no more a-roving By the light of the moon |
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(revised version sung by Joan Baez)
Cold blows the wind to my true love, And gently drops the rain. I've never had but one true love, And in green-wood he lies slain. I'll do as much for my true love, As any young girl may, I'll sit and mourn all on his grave, For twelve months and a day. And when twelve months and a day was passed, The ghost did rise and speak, "Why sittest thou all on my grave And will no let me sleep?" "Go fetch me water from the desert, And blood from out the stone, Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast That young man never has known." "How oft on yonder grave, sweetheart, Where we were want to walk, The fairest flower that e'er I saw Has withered to a stalk." "A stalk has withered and dead, sweetheart, The flower will never return, And since I've lost my own true love, What can I do but yearn." "When will we meet again, sweetheart, When will we meet again?" "When the autumn leaves that fall from the trees Are green and spring up again." The Unquiet Grave (Child #78) Traditional Folk Song From "Joan Baez 5" sung by Joan Baez (5), Frankie Armstrong (Lovely on Water), Ian Campbell, and Patons |
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Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
Someone was killed 'neath the town hall light The people who saw, they all agreed That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me The judge said, "Son, what is your alibi? If you were somewheres else, then you won't have to die" I spoke not a word, though it meant my life For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife She walks these hills in a long black veil Visits my grave when the night winds wail Nobody knows, nobody sees Nobody knows but me The scaffold is high, eternity near She stands in the crowd, she sheds not a tear But sometimes at night, when the cold winds moan In a long black veil, she cries o'er my bones She walks these hills in a long black veil Visits my grave when the night winds wail Nobody knows, nobody sees Nobody knows but me |
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from Joan Baez - Play Me Backwards (2003)
You don't have to play me backwards
To get the meaning of my verse You don't have to die and go to hell To feel the devil's curse Well I thought my life was a photograph On the family Christmas card Kids all dressed in buttons and bows And lined up in the yard Were the golden days of childhood So lyrical and warm Or did the picture start to fade On the day that I was born I've seen them light the candles I've heard them bang the drum And I've cried Mama, I'm cold as ice! And I got no place to run Let the night begin there's a pop of skin And the sudden rush of scarlet There's a little boy riding on a goat's head And a little girl playing the harlot There's a sacrifice in an empty church Of sweet li'l baby Rose And a man in a mask from Mexico Is peeling off my clothes I've seen them light the candles I've heard them bang the drum And I've cried Mama, I'm cold as ice! And I got no place to run So I'm paying for protection Smoking out the truth Chasing recollections Nailing down the proof You don't have to play me backwards To get the meaning of my verse You don't have to die and go to hell To feel the devil's curse I'll stand before your altar And tell everything I know I've come to claim my childhood At the chapel of baby Rose I've seen them light the candles I've heard them bang the drum I've seen them light the candles I've heard them bang the drum |
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from Joan Baez - Play Me Backwards (2003)
(written by Janis Ian and Buddy Mondlock)
Just the pattern of sunlight on a building Just a flash in a window I was passing Just a frame in a movie I remembered Amsterdam Just the sound of a wheel in the gravel Just the click of a heel on the pavement Just a moment like any other moment Amsterdam I remember your lips, I remember your eyes And the taste of the kiss and your graceful goodbye You lied Goodbye Just the scent of perfume on the linen Just the print of a palm on the pillow Just the hint of the moon through the window Amsterdam Just a ghost in the steam on the mirror Just a shadow of motion in the water Just a need to look over my shoulder Amsterdam I remember your lips, I remember your eyes And the taste of the kiss and your graceful goodbye You lied Goodbye Just two lovers asleep in the silence as I watched from the door Just the weight of a heart as it's falling, nothing more I remember your lips, I remember your eyes And the taste of the kiss and your graceful goodbye You lied Goodbye |
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When we were young, we pledged allegiance every morning of our lives
The classroom rang with children's voices under teacher's watchful eye We learned about the world around us at our desks and at dinnertime Reminded of the starving children, we cleaned our plates with guilty minds And the stones in the road we played like marbles in the dust Until a voice called for us to make our way back home When I was ten, my father held me on his shoulders above the crowd To see a train draped in mourning pass slowly through our town His widow kneeled with all her children at the sacred burial ground The TV glowed that long hot summer with all the cities burning down And the stones in the road flew out from our bicycle tires Worlds removed from all those fires as we raced each other home And now we drink our coffee on the run and climb that ladder rung by rung We are the daughters and the sons and here's the line that's missing... The starving children have been replaced by souls out on the street We give a dollar when we pass and hope our eyes don't meet We pencil in, we cancel out, we crave the corner suite We kiss your ass, we make you hold, we doctor the receipt And the stones in the road leave a mark from whence they came A thousand points of light or shame, baby, I don't know Stones in the road |
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from Joan Baez - Play Me Backwards (2003)
Kneeling in the moonlight, gazing on the shore, the girl with the blue bouquet
What if you got it, what you're praying for? Careful what you pray You turn around, the old way is gone, you wonder how you will carry on All my pride I will lay aside, I will steal across the border for you Lying in the dusty shadows of your bed, dreaming on a clear blue sky Paying for something that you never even did, victim of a time gone by You turn around, everything has changed, familiar scenes have been rearranged All my life I will work and strive, I will steal across the border for you All my pride I will lay aside, I will steal across the border for you |
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from Joan Baez - Play Me Backwards (2003)
So it's time to set you free
Watch you sail away from me Though I'll miss you when you do I'm with you Turn your face into the wind Let your greatest dreams begin Take the high road, win or lose I'm with you I was there in the morning light With a love that would last And I'll be there on your darkest night When the sun's long gone and your heart is sinking fast When you stumble, when you fall When they back you to the wall After all the rest are through I'm with you So it's time to set you free Let you sail away from me I've done all that I can do I'm with you Take the high road, win or lose I'm with you |
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from Joan Baez - Play Me Backwards (2003)
So it's time to set you free
Watch you sail away from me Though I'll miss you when you do I'm with you Turn your face into the wind Let your greatest dreams begin Take the high road, win or lose I'm with you I was there in the morning light With a love that would last And I'll be there on your darkest night When the sun's long gone and your heart is sinking fast When you stumble, when you fall When they back you to the wall After all the rest are through I'm with you So it's time to set you free Let you sail away from me I've done all that I can do I'm with you Take the high road, win or lose I'm with you |
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from Joan Baez - Play Me Backwards (2003)
There are voices in the mirror, faces at the door
That open on the rivers we've never seen before Are there choices for the sparrow, or does he only fly High above the rivers that are pulling you and I Oh, there are strange rivers, rivers that we cannot see There are strange rivers who know our destiny There are strange rivers who brought your love to me He could have been a builder, he could have been the one Who turned his dreams to steel cathedrals in the sun He could have been a builder, until he bought the gun There are forces in that river that keep him on the run Oh, there are strange rivers, rivers that we cannot see There are strange rivers who know our destiny There are strange rivers who brought your love to me Have you ever turned the corner and wondered why you did? You haven't been that way since you were just a kid Nothing really happens and then you have to say You wonder what would happen had you gone the other way Oh, there are strange rivers, rivers that we cannot see There are strange rivers who know our destiny There are strange rivers who brought your love to me |
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from Joan Baez - Play Me Backwards (2003)
You were dreaming on a park bench
'Bout a broad highway somewhere When the music from the carillon Seemed to hurl your heart out there Past the scientific darkness Past the fireflies that float To an angel bending down To wrap you in her warmest coat And you ask, "What am I not doing?" She says "Your voice cannot command. In time, you will move mountains, And it will come through your hands." Still you argue for an option Still you angle for your case Like you wouldn't know a burning bush If it blew up in your face Yeah, we scheme about the future And we dream about the past When just a simple reaching out Might build a bridge that lasts And you ask, "What am I not doing?" She says "Your voice cannot command. In time, you will move mountains, And it will come through your hands." So whatever your hands find to do You must do with all your heart There are thoughts enough To blow men's minds and tear great worlds apart There's a healing touch to find you On that broad highway somewhere To lift you high As music flying Through the angel's hair. Don't ask what you are not doing Because your voice cannot command In time we will move mountains And it will come through your hands |
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from Joan Baez - Play Me Backwards (2003)
I had a dream I was following a barefoot girl
Beside a stream that flowed around the world And we spoke of many things though her mouth never moved As the most peculiar scenes were disappearing into view Oh what a dream beyond the realm of why Pretty little beings beneath the yawning sky Speaking of God as though they could define Music to the deaf and color to the blind or God to man And then the leaves became a thousand tears And I was on my knees in a crazy house of mirrors I couldn't find my face but a voice was drawing nearer Hush baby, sweet baby, hush don't you cry And I thought I woke and my mother was standing there And my heart broke as the ribbons in her hair Turned into highways surrounded and swirled Like a crown come down around a not so perfect world In the corner of the dream was the man with the blue guitar It had no strings but the music touched the stars And his long dark curls turned to gold before my eyes And the barefoot girl smiled off to the side and it was real Then a thousand birds took flight with a joyful noise And I heard the angels up on high rejoice I could see my face and I recognized the voice Hush baby, sweet baby, hush baby hush It's just a dream, one of those that goes on and on Scene after scene with the rhythm of a gypsy song When I really woke I was frozen in between I didn't know who I was, it was a dream inside a dream It's all a dream Oh what a dream I had a dream |
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from Joan Baez - Play Me Backwards (2003)
My house stands at the edge of glory
Steady as the seasons change Dreams of grace arise before me And they call me home again I went forth with no protection Through a fierce and blinding rain Seeking truth but not perfection Saw my father's face again Father, father can you hear me Through this swirl of thoughts unsaid All you wanted I did not know All you asked I tried to give My house stands at the edge of glory Steady as the seasons change Dreams of grace arise before me And they call me home again Take this hand that I hold out Meant to bridge the years apart Come in, come in from the howling wind To the clearing of my heart Still and lovely came the morning Gone was my father's face In my house a bright reflection New among my dreams of grace My house stands at the edge of glory Steady as the seasons change Dreams of grace arise before me And they call me home again |
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from Joan Baez - Recently (2003)
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arm Through these fields of destruction Baptism of fire I've watched all your suffering As the battles raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms There's so many different worlds So many different suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones Now the sun's gone to hell And the moon's riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line on your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms |
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from Joan Baez - Recently (2003)
Recently it all came back to me
Somebody promised us roses We slid by for awhile on dreams But today I see what's only a memory Of a decade ago that vanished from sight With the speed of a shooting star Leaving you, leaving me, where we are... Well, you could say we sailed on stormy seas Or you could say that we failed Like seven out of ten in our neighborhood But I prefer remembering the way we were When we both thought the other had hung the moon 'Cause all too soon came the troubled times And the broken rhymes so hard to define 'til recently Oh, I could have tried for a thousand years Through the long and winding night Could have cried another million tears It would never come out right And recently the product of all our years Dressed in a navy blue blazer Headed for a first class school in the east And I'd like to say he's hardly a failure now And neither are you on the second time around With a wife and a family And the roses that lately arrived in the new baby's eyes So recently |
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from Joan Baez - Recently (2003)
Chorus: A si m'bonanga
A si m'bonanga u Mandela thina Lapha ekhona Lapha ehleli khona Oh the sea is cold and the sky is grey Look across the island into the bay We are all islands till comes the day We cross the buning water Chorus A seagull wings across the sea Borken silence is what I dream Who has the words to close the distance Between you and me Chorus Steven Biko A si m'bonanga A si m'bonanga umfowethu thina Lapha ekhona La wa fela khona Vicoria Mxenge A si m'bonanga A si m'bonanga u tate wetha thina Lapha ekhona La wa fela khona Neil Aggett A si m'bonanga A si m'bonanga umfowethu thina Lapha ekhona La wa fela khona Hawu ngithi heyiwena Heyi wena Heyi wena hawe Si you fika nini La siya knona La siya knona Translation Chorus: We haven't seen We haven't seen Mandela Where he is Where he is sitting (confined) Oh the sea is cold and the sky is grey Look across the island into the bay We are all islands till comes the day We cross the buning water Chorus A seagull wings across the sea Borken silence is what I dream Who has the words to close the distance Between you and me Chorus Steven Biko We haven't seen We haven't seen our brother Where he is Where he died Victoria Mxenge We haven't seen We haven't seen our sister Where she is Where she died Neil Aggett We haven't seen We haven't seen our brother Where he is Where he died I say to you Hey you Hey you and you Where are we going to reach our goal/destiny Where are we going Where are we going (When will we attain our freedom...) |
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from Joan Baez - Recently (2003)
See her how she flies
Golden sails across the sky Close enough to touch But careful if you try Though she looks as warm as gold The moon's a harsh mistress The moon can be so cold Once the sun did shine And lord it felt so fine The moon a phantom rose Through the mountains and the pine And then the darkness fell The moon's a harsh mistress It's hard to love her well I fell out of her eyes I fell out of her heart I fell down on my face, yes I did And I tripped and I missed my star And I fell and fell alone The moon's a harsh mistress The sky is made of stone The moon's a harsh mistress She's hard to call your own |
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from Joan Baez - Recently (2003)
Let Us Break Bread Together
Let us break bread together on our knees, (on our knees) Let us break bread together on our knees. (on our knees) When I fall on my knees with my face to the rising sun, O Lord, have mercy on me. (on me) Let us drink wine together on our knees, (on our knees) Let us drink wine together on our knees. (on our knees) When I fall on my knees with my face to the rising sun, O Lord, have mercy on me. (on me) Let us praise God together on our knees, (on our knees) Let us praise God together on our knees. (on our knees) When I fall on my knees with my face to the rising sun, O Lord, have mercy on me. (on me) Let us praise God together on our knees, (on our knees) Let us praise God together on our knees. (on our knees) When I fall on my knees with my face to the rising sun, O Lord, have mercy if you please. (if you please) Freedom Oh freedom, oh freedom, Oh freedom over me, And before I'll be a slave, I'll be buried in my grave, And go home to my Lord And be free. No more weeping No more shooting There'll be singing |
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from Joan Baez - Recently (2003)
(Hewson, Evans, Mullen, Clayton)
Sleep Sleep tonight And may your dreams Be realized If the thunder cloud Passes rain So let it rain Rain down on me Mmm...mmm...mmm... So let it be Mmm...mmm...mmm... So let it be Sleep Sleep tonight And may your dreams Be realized If the thundercloud Passes rain So let it rain Let it rain Rain on me |
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from Joan Baez - Recently (2003)
September '77
Port Elizabeth - Sonnenschein In Sechs-Eins-Neun endlich Ruhe Nur ein Stuhl ging aus dem Leim Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja - er ist tot Du loescht gerade noch eine Kerze Doch nicht ein grosses Feuer Springt die Flamme einaml ueber Treibt der Wind sie immer hoeher Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja - er ist tot Die lange Nacht ist viel zu heiss Ich traeum nur noch in rot Die Welt da draussen ist schwarz-weiss Nur eine Farbe tot Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja - er ist tot Und alle, alle seh'n euch jetzt Seh'n euch jetzt seh'n euch jetzt Sie sind da |
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from Joan Baez - Speaking Of Dreams (2003)
In the month of May, in the glory of the day
Came the descendants of a hundred flowers And their fight it did begin with the aging Mandarin And they fought with an extraordinary power Everyone was smiling, their hearts were one In Tiananmen Square But it seems that the Spring this year in Beijing Came just before the Fall There was no summer at all In Tiananmen Square China... China There's peace in the emerald fields, there's mist upon the lakes But something is afoot in the People's Hall The spirit of Chu Ping is alive in young Chai Ling And the Emperor has his back against the wall Black sun rising over Tiananmen Square Over Tiananmen Square But it seems that the Spring this year in Beijing Came just before the Fall There was no summer at all In Tiananmen Square China... China In the month of June, in the darkness of the moon Went the descendants of a hundred flowers And time may never tell how many of them fell Like the petals of a rose in some satanic shower Everyone was weeping in all of China And Tiananmen Square But it seems that the Spring this year in Beijing Came just before the Fall There was no summer at all In Tiananmen Square China... China And even the moon on the fourth day of June Hid her face and did not see Black sun rising over Tiananmen Square And Wang Wei Lin, you remember him All alone he stood before the tanks A shadow of forgotten ancestors in Tiananmen Square And my blue-eyed son, you had no one You could call a hero of your age You have the rainbow warriors of Tiananmen Square, singing China Shall Be Free China Shall Be Free China Shall Be Free |
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from Joan Baez - Speaking Of Dreams (2003)
We are the Warriors of the Sun
We are the Warriors of the Sun If it's true about no more water but the fire next time Will the children of the eighties be ashes or live to their prime If we don't heed reasonable people and their warnings of days to come We'll all be incinerated Warriors of the Sun We'll be there to feed the hungry and to tend to the sick We'll be there when the night gets black and the going gets thick We'll be there to carry your feeble, your hopeless and your weary ones We are the Warriors of the Sun The black angel of Memphis is by our side He walked and he talked in truth until the day that he died He said, "It ain't what you can do for me, ah, but what can I do for thee?" And he took us to the mountaintop and he set us free We are the Warriors of the Sun We may be crazy And it may be our final run We are the Warriors of the Sun Everybody knows that the whale is smarter than we Probably that's why we call him the king of the sea We're killing everything on dry land, why don't we just let the fishes be Some of us are Greenpeace Warriors of the Sea We are the Warriors of the Sun We are the Warriors of the Sun We are the Warriors of the Sun We are the Warriors of the Sun |
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from Joan Baez - Speaking Of Dreams (2003)
I wish I were home now, in Carrickfergus
Only for nights in Ballygrand I would swim over the deepest ocean The deepest ocean, to be by your side But the sea is wide, I cannot swim over And either have I wings to fly I wish I could find me a handy boatman To ferry me over to my love and die These childhood places bring sad reflections Of happy times, spent so long ago My girlhood friends and my own relations Have all passed on, like the melting snow And I'll spend my days in endless roaming Soft is the grass, and my bed is free Ah, to be home now in Carrickfergus On that long road down to the salty sea And in Kilkenny, it is reported On marble stone as black as ink With gold and silver he did support me But I'll sing no more now 'til I've had a drink And I'm drunk today and I'm rarely sober As I roam on, from town to town Ah, but I'm sick now, and my days are numbered Come all ye young lads, and lay me down Come all ye young lads, and lay me down |
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from Joan Baez - Speaking Of Dreams (2003)
Jimmy got nothing made himself a name
With a gun that he polished for a rainy day A smile and a quote from a vigilante movie Our boy jimmy just blew them all away He said it made him crazy Twenty five years living hand to mouth Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth Sweet little baby on a big white doorstep She needs her mother but her mother is dead Just another hooker that the lucky can forget Just another hooker It happens everyday She loved her little baby But she couldn't bear to see her living hand to mouth Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth She believed in the gods of America She believed in the land of the free But no one told her That the gods believe in nothing So with empty hands she prayed And from day to hopeless day They still don't see her Everybody talks about the new generation Jump on the wagon or they'll leave you behind But no one gave a thought to the rest of the nation I'd like to help you buddy, but I haven't got the time Somebody shouted save me But everybody started living hand to mouth Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth There's a big white lady On a big white doorstep She asked her daddy and her daddy said yes Have to give a little for the dollars that we get Have to give a little - They say it's for the best Somebody shouted Maybe But they keep on living from her hand to mouth Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth So she ran to the arms of America And she kissed the powers that be And someone told me That the gods believe in nothing So with empty arms I pray And I tell myself One day They just might see me... |
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from Joan Baez - Speaking Of Dreams (2003)
Speaking of dreams
Here we are in the glistening streets of Gay Paree Playing the Gipsy Kings After the rain and taking tea at the Ritz in boots and jeans With a teenage girl who said that it would be her grandest dream And speaking of dreams, I really must say I couldn't have dreamed you up Nor the way you burst into my life, rattled my cage And woke my sleeping demons up You were not yet born When my career began in '59 We're a sign of the times Who cares if you are a breath of spring and I am vintage wine We come from two different worlds Like every other couple on the Rue de Rivoli You spent your youth in the rainforests of distant Camaroon Your father was a Navy captain, I am the Queen of Hearts And the daughter of the moon Speaking of dreams You took me to see the paintings of Paul Gaughin Speaking of dreams We stood in the midst of waterfalls, flaming trees Golden dogs and shining Tahitian ladies But it was you, not Paul Gaughin Who stopped my heart and then Started my life over again And if you feel as I do That we've erased the lines between reality And all our painted dreams Then take me down to where the Gipsies sing The songs their mothers knew Tie bright ribbons in my hair Lean on the wind and watch me while I dance for you And carry me off to the rainforests of distant Camaroon Tell me that you've always know that I am the Queen of Hearts And the daughter of the moon |
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from Joan Baez - Speaking Of Dreams (2003)
Now that the city is dreaming, viva the pale moonlight
Take to your bibles, take to your beds, now that nothing seems right National Guards who they pay by the week are gonna clash in the curfew tonight With Los companeros born in the war, from Warsaw to San Salvador A voice from the past comes a callin', saying hold every strong heart dear These are the days when it seems like there's nothing but newspapers, order, fear Praise to the ones who are burried gone, and to the brave hearts who just disappeared Los companeros, born in the war, from Belfast to San Salvador Whad'a you got to do to get through They're deaf as a graveyard What does Nicaragua say to you? Think of the midnight, silver & black, think if the sun can be fooled Think of the four sisters shot in the back for running a land reform school Think of the ones taken hard in the hills, they can be beaten but they can never be ruled Los Companeros, born in the war, viva El Salvador |
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from Joan Baez - Speaking Of Dreams (2003)
Oh, once I loved an outlaw
He came and stole my heart Oh, how I count the hours Since we were torn apart On the road to Fairfax County I spied a highwayman He wanted all my money My heart beat like a drum I gave him all my money And sweet he smiled at me His beauty eye took pity Beneath the black oak tree We kissed but for an hour The sun was newly warm The clouds were as the flowers That bloom but for a morn He gave back all my money And bowed most gallantly He promised for to meet me That night beneath the tree We'd flee to some far island And there we would be wed And freely we would live there With no price upon his head That night I went to meet him With my inheritance He kissed me 'neath the half moon And joyful we did dance Oh, love betrays all secrets It whispers in the breeze The Sheriff, he did follow With all his deputies Like hounds rushing to slaughter The fox whose luck is run And he stood erect and cursed them God damn you every one They seized him in a fury And heeding not my pleas They hung him from the oak tree Where he made love to me Ohh, once I loved an outlaw He came and stole my heart Oh, how I count the hours Since we were torn apart |
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from Joan Baez - Speaking Of Dreams (2003)
Yo se que no vendras
Por eso dia Tanto la oblido Dejar un nuevo amor Tanto mejor Ay como el mio Dejar y la vive En este mundo de tristessa Dejar y la vive A mi manera Yo quiero se Y nada mas Prefierare Y recordar Un nuevo amor Tanto mejor Qui siera olvidar Tanto la dejar Qui siera vivir Ay nada mas O si my way |
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from Joan Baez - From Every Stage (2001)
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Blessed are the one way ticket holders on a one way street. Blessed are the midnight riders for in the shadow of God they sleep. Blessed are the huddled hikers staring out at falling rain, wondering at the retribution in their personal acquaintance with pain. Blessed are the blood relations of the young ones who have died, who had not the time or patience to carry on this earthly ride. Rain will come and winds will blow, wild deer die in the mountain snow. Birds will beat at heaven's wall, what comes to one must come to us all. For you and I are one way ticket holders on a one way street. which lies across a golden valley where the waters of joy and hope run deep. So if you pass the parents weeping of the young ones who have died, take them to your warmth and keeping for blessed are the tears they cried and many were the years they tried. Take them to that valley wide and let their souls be pacified. ⓒ 1970, 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP) |
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from Joan Baez - From Every Stage (2001)
Suzzane takes you down
To a place by the river. You can see the boats go by, You could spend the night forever. And you know that she's half crazy And that's why you want to be there. And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China. And just when you mean to tell her That you have no love to give her, She takes you in her arms And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover. And you want to travel with her, And you want to travel blind. And you think you'll maybe trust her 'Cause she's touched you, And she's moved you, And she's kind. Jesus was a sailor When he walked up the water. He spent a long time watching From a lonely wooden tower. And when He knew for certain Only drowning men could see Him, He said, "All men shall be sailors then, Until the sea shall free them." He Himself was broken Long before the sky was open; Forsaken, almost human, He sank beneath your wisdom like a star. And you want to travel with Him, And you want to travel blind. And you think you'll maybe trust Him 'Cause He's touched you And He's moved you, And He's kind. Suzzane takes your hand, And she leads you to the river. She's wearing rags and feathers From Salvation Army counters. And the sun shines down in full On our lady of the harbor. And she shows you where to look Beneath the garbage and the flowers. There are heroes in the seaweed, There are children in the morning. And you want to travel with her, And you want to travel blind. And you think you'll maybe trust her 'Cause she's touched you, And she's moved you, And she's kind. |
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from Joan Baez - From Every Stage (2001)
How long since I've spent a whole night in a twin bed with a stranger
His warm arms all around me? How long since I've gazed into dark eyes that melted my soul down To a place where it longs to be? All of your history has little to do with your face You're mainly a mystery with violins filling in space You stood in the nude by the mirror and picked out a rose From the bouquet in our hotel And lay down beside me again and I watched the rose On the pillow where it fell I sank and I slept in a twilight with only one care To know that when day broke and I woke that you'd still be there The hours for once they passed slowly, unendingly by Like a sweet breeze on a field Your gentleness came down upon me and I guess I thanked you When you caused me to yield We spoke not a sentence and took not a footstep beyond Our two days together which seemingly soon would be gone Don't tell me of love everlasting and other sad dreams I don't want to hear Just tell me of passionate strangers who rescue each other From a lifetime of cares Because if love means forever, expecting nothing returned Then I hope I'll be given another whole lifetime to learn Because you gave to me oh so many things it makes me wonder How they could belong to me And I gave you only my dark eyes that melted your soul down To a place where it longs to be |
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from Joan Baez - From Every Stage (2001)
They say ev'rything can be replaced,
Yet ev'ry distance is not near. So I remember ev'ry face Of ev'ry man who put me here. I see my light come shining From the west unto the east. Any day now, any day now, I shall be released. They say ev'ry man needs protection, They say ev'ry man must fall. Yet I swear I see my reflection Some place so high above this wall. I see my light come shining From the west unto the east. Any day now, any day now, I shall be released. Standing next to me in this lonely crowd, Is a man who swears he's not to blame. All day long I hear him shout so loud, Crying out that he was framed. I see my light come shining From the west unto the east. Any day now, any day now, I shall be released |
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from Joan Baez - From Every Stage (2001)
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man? How many seas must the white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times must the cannonballs fly Before they're forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind How many years can a mountain exist Before it's washed to the sea? How many years must some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? And how many times can a man turn his head And pretend that he just doesn't see? The answer The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind How many times can a man look up Before he sees the sky? How many ears must one person have Before he can hear people cry? And how many deaths will it take 'til he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friends, is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind Oh, the answer, my friends, is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind |
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from Joan Baez - From Every Stage (2001)
Stewball was a good horse, he wore his head high,
and the mane on his foretop, was fine as silk thread. I rode him in England, I rode him in Spain, and I never did lose, boys, I always did gain. So come all you gamblers, wherever you are, and don't bet your money on that little grey mare. Most likely she'll stumble, most likely she'll fall, but never you'll lose, boys, on my noble Stewball. As they were a-riding, 'bout halfway round, that grey mare she stumbled, and fell on the ground. And way out yonder, ahead of them all, came a-prancing and a-dancing, my noble Stewball. Stewball was a race horse, and by the day he was mine, he never drank water, he always drank wine. (Joan Baez) |
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from Joan Baez - From Every Stage (2001)
Weaver of words
Who lives alone In fear and sorrow Where are the words To set you free Perhaps tomorrow Where is the earth Where is the sky Where is the light You long for What hope of you Where you are now Natalia Gorbanevskaja Inside the ward Naked and cruel Where life is stolen From those who try To stay alive And not be broken Where are the friends Where are the men Who among them Can defend you Where is the child You'll never see Natalia Gorbanevskaja What else there lives Behind the door That never opens Are you insane As they say you are Or just forsaken Are you still there Do you still care Or are you lost forever I know this song You'll never hear Natalia Gorbanevskaja Natalia Gorbanevskaja |
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from Joan Baez - From Every Stage (2001)
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
Alive as you and me. Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead" "I never died" said he, "I never died" said he. "The Copper Bosses killed you Joe, They shot you Joe" says I. "Takes more than guns to kill a man" Says Joe "I didn't die" Says Joe "I didn't die" And standing there as big as life And smiling with his eyes. Says Joe "What they can never kill Went on to organize, Went on to organize" From San Diego up to Maine, In every mine and mill, Where working-men defend their rights, It's there you find Joe Hill, It's there you find Joe Hill! I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, Alive as you and me. Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead" "I never died" said he, "I never died" said he. |
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from Joan Baez - From Every Stage (2001)
Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind Down in the Gypsy Cafe With a friend of a friend of mine Who sat with a baby heavy on her knee Yet spoke of life most free from slavery With eyes that showed no trace of misery A phrase in connection first with she occurred That love is just a four-letter word Outside a rattling store-front window Cats meowed to the break of day Me, I kept my mouth shut, To you I had no words to say My experience was limited and underfed You were talking while I hid To the one who was the father of your kid You probably didn't think I did, but I heard You say that love is just a four-letter word I said goodbye unnoticed Pushed forth into my own games Drifting in and out of lifetimes Unmentionable by name Searching for my double, looking for Complete evaporation to the core Though I tried and failed at finding any door I must have thought that there was nothing more Absurd than that love is just a four-letter word Though I never knew just what you meant When you were speaking to your man I can only think in terms of me And now I understand After waking enough times to think I see The Holy Kiss that's supposed to last eternity Blow up in smoke, it's destiny Falls on strangers, travels free Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me And I do not really need to be Assured that love is just a four-letter word |
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from Joan Baez - From Every Stage (2001)
FOREVER YOUNG
May God bless and keep you always. May your wishes all come true. May you always do for others And let others do for you. May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung And may you stay Forever young. May you grow up to be rightous. May you grow up to be true. May you always know the truth And see the light surrounding you. May you always be courageous, Stand upright, and be strong And may you stay Forever young. Forever young. Forever young. May you stay Forever young. May your hands always be busy. May your feet always be swift. May you have a strong foundation When the winter changes shift. May your heart always be joyful. May your song always be sung And may you stay Forever young. Forever young. Forever young. May you stay Forever young. |
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from Joan Baez - From Every Stage (2001)
Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again But that's not unusual It's just that the moon is full And you happened to call And here I sit Hand on the telephone Hearing a voice I'd known A couple of light years ago Heading straight for a fall As I remember your eyes Were bluer than robin's eggs My poetry was lousy you said Where are you calling from? A booth in the midwest Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks You brought me something We both know what memories can bring They bring diamonds and rust Well you burst on the scene Already a legend The unwashed phenomenon The original vagabond You strayed into my arms And there you stayed Temporarily lost at sea The Madonna was yours for free Yes the girl on the half-shell Would keep you unharmed Now I see you standing With brown leaves falling around And snow in your hair Now you're smiling out the window Of that crummy hotel Over Washington Square Our breath comes out white clouds Mingles and hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me We both could have died then and there Now you're telling me You're not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague Because I need some of that vagueness now It's all come back too clearly Yes I loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid |
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from Joan Baez - From Every Stage (2001)
I don't wanna hear a love song
I got on this airplane just to fly I know there's life below me But all that you can show me Is the prarie and the sky I don't wanna hear your sad story About heartache and desire The last time I felt like this I was in the wilderness And the canyon was on fire And I stood on the mountain, in the night And I watched it burn, I watched it burn I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham I would hold my life in his saving grace I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham If I thought I could see, I could see your face Well you really got me this time And the hardest part is knowing I'll survive I have come to listen for the sound Of the trucks as they move down Out on highway ninety five And pretend that it's the ocean coming down to wash me clean, to wash me clean Baby do you know what I mean I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham I would hold my life in his saving grace I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham If I thought I could see, I could see your face |
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from Joan Baez - From Every Stage (2001)
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming to carry me home. Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home. And I looked over yonder and what did I see, Coming for to carry me home? So a band, a band of angels, it was a coming for me, Coming for to carry you on home. Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home. Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot, Comimg for to carry me home. Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home. Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot, Comimg for to carry me home. Well if you get there before I do, Coming for to carry me home. Tell all my friends, I'm a coming too, Coming for to carry me home. Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home. Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot, Comimg for to carry me home. Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home. Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot, Comimg for to carry me home. Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me, you, us on, them home. Amen |
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from Joan Baez - From Every Stage (2001)
Oh happy day
Oh happy day Oh happy day When Jesus washed Oh When he washed When Jesus washed He Washed my sins away Oh happy day Oh no God Oh happy day (oh happy day) Oh happy day (oh happy day) Oh happy day (ooh) When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed) Oh, When he washed (when Jesus washed) When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed) He Washed my sins away Oh it's a happy day Oh no god He taught me how To wash Fight and pray Fight and pray He taught me how To wash All my sins Sins away Fight and pray Oh happy day (oh happy day) Oh happy day (oh happy day) Oh happy day (ooh) When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed) Oh, When he washed (when Jesus washed) When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed) He Washed my sins away Oh it's a happy day Oh no god He taught me how To wash Fight and pray Fight and pray He taught me how To wash All my sins Sins away Oh happy day (oh happy day) Oh happy day (oh happy day) Oh happy day (ooh) When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed) Oh, When he washed (when Jesus washed) When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed) He Washed my sins away Oh it's a happy day Oh no god |
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from Joan Baez - From Every Stage (2001)
Please Come To Boston
Written by - Dave Loggins Please come to Boston in the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends and they've got lotsa room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston I said, 'No, would you come home to me?' And I said, 'Hey ramblin' boy now won't cha settle down? Boston ain't your kinda town There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me... I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee' Please come to Denver with the snowfall We'll move up into the mountains so far that we can't be found And throw 'I love you' echoes down the canyon And then lie awake at night till they come back around Please come to Denver I said, 'No, boy, would you come home to me?' And I said, 'Hey ramblin' boy why don't cha settle down? Denver ain't your kinda town There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me 'Cause I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee' Now this drifter's world goes 'round and 'round And I doubt that it's ever gonna stop But of all the dreams I've lost or found And all that I ain't got I still need a clean to Somebody I can sing to Please come to LA to live forever California life alone is just too hard to build I live in a house that looks out over the ocean And there's some stars that fell from the sky Livin' up on the hill Please come to LA But I just said, 'No, boy, won't you come home to me?' And I said, 'Hey ramblin' boy why don't cha settle down? LA can't be your kinda town There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me... No, no, I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee' 'I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee...' |
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