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« on: May 12, 2003, 12:41:24 PM » |
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My Beautiful Martyr
I believe your tears Are stored away And like a gentle rain They will fall some day On a dusty heart On some arid soul All the tears you've cried Will make them whole
Chorus: My beautiful martyr (in your crown of thorns) My beautiful martyr (in your robe of fire) My beautiful martyr (in your gown of scorn) So beautiful My beautiful martyr
I believe your blood Runs wide and deep And it stains the sky And floods the broken street That your prayers are saved That your cry is heard And that the world will hang On every word
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I believe we'll meet Where there are no farewells Between the spikes that pierced And the sword that fell
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Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T.S. Taylor ©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI
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« Reply #1 on: May 12, 2003, 12:50:05 PM » |
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The Staggering Gods
The gods are staggering Across the earth in their chains The god's are dying Clutching at lost fortune and fame
Chorus: The feel good god And the lord of science Democracy's blind and Bewildered giants The hammer and the sickle And the modern appliance All the staggering gods
The gods are stumbling Hopeless and sick unto death They're the ones we worship And they're gasping for their final breath
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Bridge: And here's the terrible noise That gives them away The thud of worn out shoes And cracking feet of clay We've heard the stammering words Of these dying kings And we shudder at the sound Of this fearsome things
The gods are fumbling They're weak and they're ready to fall The gods are human Not one of them can help us at all
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Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T.S. Taylor ©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI
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« Reply #2 on: May 12, 2003, 12:54:58 PM » |
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Who's Who Here?
Jason and his argonauts Hanging out in parking lots With teen twerps and some indiots (and) all the riff raff And strictly confidentially All we got here is essentially A vulgar vapid history Of clap trap
Chorus: And who's who here? Is anybody anybody? And who's that there? Someone we should know? Who's cool here? (who rules here?) No one and everyone Start the show COs It's not clear, no So who's who here
The mark of Cain is apathy Brains winding down on entropy New york and L.A. bourgeoisie And their chit chat It's Babylon, they rattle on The herds in line and movin' on With ecstasy dipped cattle prongs In back packs
And god is their technology A studded tongue's profanity A grim tattoo's theology Is payback Six pack kings pull up a chair To sculptured breasts and derrieres Each a potential millionaire And fat cat
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Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T.S. Taylor ©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI
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« Reply #3 on: May 12, 2003, 12:59:55 PM » |
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The Author of the Story
She had one foot on the ground And one foot in the air (it seemed) the world held her cold hand While the angels brushed her hair
"but that's how it has to end On this side of glory, Some wounds will never mend," Says the author of the story
I held one hand in the fire And lifted one hand towards the sky But the busy world still turned And the angels passed me by
Sometimes there seems to be No author of the story These thoughts occur to me On this side of glory
And I kissed the Lamb of God And my fingers found the wounds And the angels moved the stone And I searched the vacant room
That's how it all begins On this side of glory "and you'll see her shine again," Said the author of the story
Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T.S. Taylor ©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI
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« Reply #4 on: May 12, 2003, 01:03:41 PM » |
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Mr. Buechner's Dream
Old Chesterton with his cherubs face Greets Lewis by the fireplace And miss O'Conner dressed in southern grace Can't keep up with Mr. William's pace
The night concealed But love revealed The players in this scene And whimsy rides The Wizard's Tide In Mr. Buechner's dream
Eliot in tweed and smoke Laughs at G.K.'s bawdy joke And Carol in his Oxford's coat Pulls a talking rabbit from his cloak
Arriving late Percy gravitates To miss sayer and Mr. Green And whimsy rides The Wizard's Tide In Mr. Buechner's dream
Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T. S. Taylor ©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI
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« Reply #5 on: May 12, 2003, 01:13:22 PM » |
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Pretty Little Lies (A Song of Eve)
Don't bruise my head Leave me for dead My work is never done I crawled through grass 'Cross broken glass To bring you kingdom come
I'll swing you high up In your favorite tree Attach my good name to your history And mix my blood into our chemistry Don't be shy, tell me
Chorus: Why would I lie to you? (say pretty little lies to you?) Why would I lie to you? Baby I'd die for you (pretty little lies aren't true) Would I ever? No, I'd never Speak pretty little lies to you
I've heard you've got A tender spot For sweet talk And tattooed men If I'm too much Cold to the touch There's fire beneath my skin
I'm only here to make you Wealthy and wise Remove the scales from your sweet Innocent eyes And then you'll be in for my big surprise Now don't be shy, tell me why
Chorus Why would I lie to you? (say pretty little lies to you?) Why would I lie to you? Baby I'd die for you (pretty little lies aren't true) Would I ever? No, I'd never Speak pretty little lies to you
Bridge: Don't mind the forked tongue If I rattle you, I'm sorry Though I'm not yet number one For the time being that's Not a worry
Don't bruise my head Leave me for dead My work is never done I crawled through grass 'Cross broken glass To bring you kingdom come
Music by Daniel Amos, Words T.S. Taylor ©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI
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« Reply #6 on: May 12, 2003, 01:25:07 PM » |
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Small Great Things
She cast her drag net Out on the ocean Pulled out a debt And a sinking dream All she had left was Her devotion And heaven knows that's Everything
He staggered blind up To the altar And left a cup Filled with a Drunkards faith In their disguises They pass each other The Saviors eyes In a foreign face
Chorus: No they aren't walking On the water They aren't wearing their angels wings Wayward sons and fragile daughters A touch of faith enough for Small great things
They're unaware they Moved a mountain With fumbled prayers and Their bloodied knees God's ruined hands, They've read about them They've never touched them But they still believe
No they aren't winning Every battle Life is tough and death Still it stings Faith is fragile Just a touch enough for Small great things
No they aren't walking On the water They aren't wearing their angels wings Wayward sons and fragile daughters A touch of faith enough for Small great things
Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T.S. Taylor ©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI
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« Reply #7 on: May 12, 2003, 01:31:51 PM » |
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Pregnant Pause (A Song for Abraham and Sarah)
Wonder if the water (is) running Wonder if the well (has) run dry Wonder if the angels (is) coming Wondering at the empty sky
It's a miracle we ever had faith Enough to have a laugh in that face Here's a pregnant pause…. While we….
Wonder if the pipes are rusted Wonder if the power's down Wonder if the circuits busted Wondering if it's holy ground
It's a miracle we ever got saved A wonder all our bills are paid Here's a pregnant pause…. While we….
Wonder if the devil's laughing
It's a miracle we ever had faith Enough to have a laugh in that face Here's a pregnant pause…. While we….
Wonder if the water (is) running Wonder if the well (has) run dry Wonder if the angels (is) coming Wondering at the empty sky
Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T.S. Taylor ©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI
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« Reply #8 on: May 12, 2003, 01:36:09 PM » |
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She's A Hard Drink
There's a sad clown A slap stick comic With a neon crown Here's a mean street Up the miracle mile Through the demon heat
1st chorus: There's a ghost town In a diamond studded gown And it's about to take another one down
She's a hard drink a valentine bed So pretty in pink I'm a heart throb a back alley cat And a junkyard dog
2nd chorus: She's a slow leak And she leads me up the creek
Bridge: We'll lights the skies up Dim-bulb lovers like me Are too late to wise up Between Old thighs A new sheen Same lies
She's a bad dream Like an adams apple On a beauty queen
There's a vulture picking me clean
2nd bridge: She kicks the dust up It's seeping out of my skin I'm good with bad luck
I die She shrugs New high Same drugs
She's a slow leak And she loves to watch me sputter and sink
Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T.S. Taylor ©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI
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« Reply #9 on: May 13, 2003, 03:44:54 AM » |
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Hound of Heaven
He got lost among the stars Hollywood flash, cash, mansions and cars Deep sea diver Lear jet flyer Will this thing go to the moon? Give me elbow room, and for heaven's sake Take this aching away
You can't run, you can't hide, from the hound of heaven You're free to choose, can you refuse the seeker of souls
Hobo sleeping alone in a dirty box car He dreams of sailing to a tropical island One sweet day- the thrill awakes him There's no sunshine This old train ain't really going there Now does anybody care, and for heaven's sake Take this aching away
You can't run, you can't hide, from the hound of heaven You're free to choose, can you refuse the seeker of souls
We got lost among the stars Hollywood flash, cash, mansions and cars Deep sea diver lear flyer Will this thing go to the moon? Give me elbow room, and for heaven's sake Take this aching away
You can't run, you can't hide, from the hound of heaven You're free to choose, can you refuse the seeker of souls
You can't run, you can't hide, from the hound of heaven You're free to choose, can you refuse the seeker of souls
Words and Music by Terry Taylor ©1980 Cancel and Eat (ASCAP)
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« Reply #10 on: May 14, 2003, 03:01:42 PM » |
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Ribbons and Bows
Love is a question mark Life's in a shadow box God hides himself sometimes Inside a paradox
And there may not ever be Anything new here to say But I'm fond of finding words That say it in a different way
Chorus: Does everybody want it nicely Lined up in little neat rows? Does anybody know precisely Just where the wild wind blows? I can hand it to you brightly Wrapped up in ribbons and bows
We could dance the same old dances Learn all the same old ropes Roll out the same safe songs Tell all our tired jokes
We've got some walls to climb We've got some gates to crash We've got a fire to light Burn down the pious trash
Chorus Does everybody want it nicely Lined up in little neat rows? Does anybody know precisely Just where the wild wind blows? I can hand it to you brightly Wrapped up in ribbons and bows
Love is a question mark Life's in a shadow box God hides himself sometimes Inside a paradox
Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T.S. Taylor ©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI
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« Reply #11 on: May 14, 2003, 03:23:47 PM » |
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Ordinary Extraordinary Day
No, nothing really happened The earth didn't shake A few fell off the wagon Some were early Some were late
Chorus: It was an ordinary Extraordinary day It was a very Ordinary Extraordinary day In every way
There was living and dying And everything in between There was laughing and crying The sky was blue And the grass was green
It was an ordinary Extraordinary day It was a very Ordinary Extraordinary day In every way
Bridge: And no one pushed the button The sea reached the shore To the starving and the glutton To the rich and the poor It was…
...an ordinary Extraordinary day It was a very Ordinary Extraordinary day In every way
We were faithless and faithful We were free, we were bound Graceless and graceful The moon came up When the sun went down On our…
...ordinary Extraordinary day It was a very Ordinary Extraordinary day In every way
Music by Daniel Amos, Words by T.S. Taylor ©2001 Zoom Daddy/BMI
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« Reply #12 on: May 14, 2003, 09:12:51 PM » |
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lol, where do you get all these Lyrics from? Who wrote them? Who plays them?
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Was there ever a time when Common sence was common?
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« Reply #13 on: May 15, 2003, 12:04:16 PM » |
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lol, where do you get all these Lyrics from? Who wrote them? Who plays them?
Hi Tibby, I got these from http://www.danielamos.net/Terry Taylor wrote them and sings them. The band is called Daniel Amos. Great sound; rock at its best. Even if you don't like rock, this is well worth the hearing. All except one of the songs I listed are on their latest CD called Mr. Buechner's Dream. This CD is like eating your favorite snack; you can't eat just one and when your done you want to buy more. Here are some reviews of it: http://www.danielamos.com/articles/rmrbd.htmlasaph
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« Reply #14 on: May 15, 2003, 12:09:48 PM » |
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When Everyone Wore Hats
Here's to the long-lost world of Chain-smoking dreamers War and baseball heroes Ticker tape and streamers, Cocktail drinkers, Bible believers When light was still filling up a New York river
They knew the grace of tradition Possessed a love of decorum Shook the hand of conviction No one complained then of boredom
When everyone wore hats They dreamed of ocean voyages Believed in true romance Found their hearts and voices
Here's to the long lost hopes of Those mothers and fathers Of rags to riches Of style and manners To the American dream in a Pledge to honor Promises made to their Sons and daughters
Threw off the chains of depression Built up the arms of aggression Left us a mixed impression Some died before they learned their lesson
When everyone wore hats In the land of immigrants and pilgrims The world came rolling off their backs And landed on their children's
They knew the grace of tradition Possessed a love of decorum Shook the hand of conviction No one complained then of boredom
When everyone wore hats And innocence found simple pleasures They built the cities, drew the maps With clues to find their buried treasures
When everyone wore hats And handed down their pride and prejudice They dropped good fortune in our laps We traded it for vice and avarice
When everyone wore hats Would-be kings with ragged crowns They say the style is coming back What's out-of-fashion comes around
Uncertain where the road was leading But trusting God was on their side They traced the moral chain of being And filmed it all in black and white
And everyone wore hats...
Words by Terry Taylor Music by Daniel Amos ©1995 Twitchen Vibes Music (ASCAP)
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