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Took So Long
02:41
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Pictures flash an endless drone
Half a home is just alone
We prepared for pain forgetting to let go.
Losing patience.
Restless pacing in our room
Every bit sparks thoughts of you
Why did I leave?
Why did you ever let me go?
Sorry that I took so long
Writing you our first love song
I just wanted desperately to do it right
Because you’re all the love I need.
Baby, baby come back home
I’ll be waiting for you here
I’ll be everything you’ve wanted me to be
Just come on back home.
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Fifty-Eight Dead
03:05
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I wake in silence
Deathly silence
Empty and alone
Smell of powder
Blood and bone
Limbs and ashes
Flags and coats
Packs and rations
Boots and blades
And captain's smokes
Fifty-eight dead
Fifty-eight dead out of seventy
Fifty-eight, and then how many fled
Our camp of soldier's solidarity,
War's fraternity
Fifty-eight dead out of seventy.
Wake and sing
Sing so the dead quit unliving
Their bodies rise
While you lie in the dirt
Wake up and shout loud
Let the morning dew
Feed and strengthen you
The earth gives birth to the all living.
Paralyzed, I'm paralyzed
No feeling from my heels to my sides
No feel to my feet
Broken, bleeding, with defeat
Oh, sweet Jesus can you hear me?
Pluck me from this field
Warm, shelter, calm and shield me
Take me far, far away from here.
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Shoot Me Down
02:18
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I loved a girl made of metal and fire
Voice’d shoot them words out like cannonballs
But best of all she’s beautiful.
Go for it darlin, fine, start a fight
I loves ya best when you shoot me down
Long’s you let me hang around….
And I was the boy who always done wrong.
‘tleast in the eyes of my Valentine.
I disappoint her all the time.
She says, “We’re so unhappy…Seems we should part.”
When I agreed she moved away
Tellin’ our friends I broke her heart
But now she’s gone
And she’s left me the blame...
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Turntail
02:40
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Man-
I hate to stop what we started.
Leavin’ sweet peace for the fight.
But when Samuel calls to his nephews,
What choice have I but to reply…
You’re still the only good thing in my life.
Lady –
Oh, go to hell
You broke the spell
You threw it all away.
I guess I could care less if
I felt that I had some say.
You’re mind is made
Your hand’s been played,
You emptied out the tank.
Left me with nothing,
Broke my heart
And now you ask for thanks.
Your country needs you so go ahead and fight
Go be their hero, you sure as hell ain’t mine.
‘f you see my kerchief is cover’d with tears…
‘t’s not for your leaving, just all those wasted years.
I hope the cannons shake you.
I hope your courage fails.
I hope these men you fight with
See your knack for turning tail.
I cringe of past days, years ago,
when I was smitten so.
I know that charm is sinful,
I won’t trust you anymore, no…
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5. |
Freakish Thing
02:39
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Born with wings
The freakish thing
The helpless babe,
Tossed to the streets
She was wronged, of course
But she was strong…
Raised by fowl
A pigeon now
She lives by eating seeds
And rips of bread
Which grows feathers ‘pon her
Deformed shoulders…
Passing folk all laugh and poke
Because the hunchback girl
Wears burlap bags for clothes…
She cries and cries saying,
“I’m glad glad I ain’t made the same as you….!”
You’re an injured dove
But don’t give up
You may feel used
But you ain’t through yet,
No, you ain’t through yet.
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How did you get mess’d up with such a big outlaw
Now it means that you’re an outlaw too
We’ve broken no laws but we’ve still stolen everything
Don’t you fret now, I’ll take care of you
Hey Sarah Hayes, you don’t have to be afraid.
That night, when we snuck on a train for our getaway,
our smooth escape secured our guilty ways.
You have the most beautiful eyes that I’ve ever seen
Makes me wanna steal the world for you
Don’t worry ‘bout your friends
No one’s gonna turn us in, it’s alright
Who knows what lies ahead
We don’t have to take a fall
Just stay strong and think of me when I am gone.
Hey Sarah Hayes, you don’t have to be afraid.
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Sober Up
03:17
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Woke up in a stranger’s room. What have I got myself into.
Cold takes a toll on my aching bones, is it too late to make it home.
Ten a.m. and I’m still in bed, maybe I should stay here instead.
She clings to me, as you won’t let me be.
No I don’t regret the nothing that I’ve done.
You who once were kind to me…waited for me patiently
I don’t blame you for giving up. I insist on staying stuck.
Don’t make me choose this hellhole over you…
No I don’t regret the nothing that I’ve done.
…or maybe I should sober up.
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Better Yesterday
04:13
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Give me your last regret
And I’ll give you a pot…to piss in.
But bum me your last cigarette
And I’ll take a bullet…for you.
Let me go back in time
I’ll trade stocks make a mint
I’ll be more popular in grammar school.
So I’ll gain my past
I’ll lose my present
Then I’ll come find you.
Things will be better yesterday.
My back is bowed, my hands are scarred,
The bottle has run dry too quickly.
For years I had a fantasy
To try it all again, and fix it.
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9. |
It's So Cold
03:13
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Fear This Falling
03:25
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In the dream it's a spotted floor,
empty cutouts, round empty holes.
Now my feet feel the pulling
so I can't stop anymore.
I fear this falling,
But I want it too.
Yes, I fear this falling.
But I want it too.
I snuck onto the crowded train
Watched the Blue Ridge disappear
Ashamed of where I'm from
I became a Yankee Volunteer
And I fear this falling,
But I want it too.
Yes I fear this falling
But I want it too.
I know they'll find me out
After one too many beers
They'll say you're just a wanna be
Johnny Come Lately Pioneer.
Onto this island
Not where I'm from
Fled to an island
Where I've become
An ever changing sphere
I saw New York
And volunteered
To be invisible as
a new man here.
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Lord, Look Below
01:28
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Lord, look below
See us sitting close
Keep strong our love
Fill our hearts with hope
Until we turn to dust
Or become stone
Or melt into a mess of mud.
Helpless we are with nothing but our love.
Strumming. Loving.
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12. |
Leavin' Home
02:08
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Won't you lead me Lord
I's leaving, sorrow be my home
I'll say my prayers if it keeps me a'living
I'll say my prayers once all hope is withdrawn.
I'll say my prayers if it keeps me a'living
I'll say my prayers once that Satan is gone.
Won't you lead me, Lord I's leavin'
Sorrow be my home.
Won't you teach me Lord
You're all I know.
(Lord you know I's all alone)
Whisper in my ear
And tell me how to find my way
Keep me safe and I'll holler your praise.
Yes I was a wild one,
Lordie, yes I was a fool.
Maybe even told a lie or two
(Maybe told a lie or two)
Maybe I'm just hopeless
But I still might see the light,
Help me while I'm running through the night.
I know Lordy,
I been a sinner so long
I don't mess with confessions,
just take my song.
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Nate Weida New York, New York
Nate Weida is a theatre composer and writer based in NYC. His work has been performed across the city at The Atlantic Theatre Company, Playwrights Horizons, Ars Nova, Bushwick Starr, Judson Memorial Church, and Lincoln Center. He has written 13 musicals to date, including award winning Pirate La Dee Da. ... more
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