| You Can Tell The World (Gibson/Camp) Well, you can tell the world about this, you can tell the nation about that. Tell 'em what the master has done, tell 'em that the gospel has come, Tell 'em that the victory's been won. He brought joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy into my heart. Well, my Lord spoke, he spoke so well, yes he did, yes he did. Talked about the flames that burn in hell, yes he did, yes he did. Now, my Lord spoke, he spoke so well, yes he did, yes he did. Talked about the children of Israel, yes he did, yes he did. He brought joy, joy, joy into my heart. Well, you can tell the world about this, you can tell the nation about that. Tell 'em what the master has done, tell 'em that the gospel has come, Tell 'em that the victory's been won. He brought joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy into my heart. Well, my Lord spoke, he spoke to me, yes he did, yes he did. Talked about a man from Galilee, yes he did, yes he did. My Lord spoke, he spoke to me, yes he did, yes he did. Talked about a man from Galilee, yes he did, yes he did. He brought joy, joy, joy into my heart. Well, you can tell the world about this, you can tell the nation about that. Tell 'em what the master has done, tell 'em that the gospel has come, Tell 'em that the victory's been won. He brought joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy into my heart. Well I don't know but I've been told, yes he did, yes he did. Streets of heaven are paved with gold, yes he did, yes he did. Now the Jordan River is chilly and wide, yes he did, yes he did. I got a home on the other side, yes he did, yes he did. He brought joy, joy, joy into my heart. Well, you can tell the world about this, you can tell the nation about that. Tell 'em what the master has done, tell 'em that the gospel has come, Tell 'em that the victory's been won. He brought joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy into my heart. Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream (McCurdy) Last night I had the strangest dream I ever dreamed before. I dreamed the world had all agreed to put an end to war. I dreamed I saw a mighty room, the room was filled with men. And the paper they were signing said they'd never fight again. And when the papers all were signed and a million copies made, they all joined hands and bowed their heads and grateful prayers were prayed. And the people in the streets below were dancing round and round, and guns and swords and uniforms were scattered on the ground. Last night I had the strangest dream I ever dreamed before. I dreamed the world had all agreed to put an end to war. Bleeker Street Fog's rolling in off the East River bank, like a shroud, it covers Bleeker Street, fills the alleys where men sleep, hides the shepherd from the sheep. Voices leaking from a sad cafe, smiling faces try to understand. I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand on Bleeker Street. A poet reads his crooked rhyme. Holy, holy is his sacrament. Thirty dollars pays your rent on Bleeker Street. I heard a church bell softly chime in a melody sustaining. It's a long road to Canaan on Bleeker Street. Bleeker Street. Sparrow Who will love a little sparrow who's traveled far and cries for rest? "Not I," said the Oak Tree. "I won't share my branches with no sparrow's nest and my blanket of leaves won't warm her cold breast." Who will love a little sparrow, and who will speak a kindly word? "Not I," said the Swan. "The entire idea is utterly absurd. I'd be laughed at and scorned if the other swans heard." Who will take pity in his heart and who will feed a starving sparrow? "Not I," said the Golden Wheat. "I would if I could but I cannot I know. I need all my grain to prosper and grow." Who will love a little sparrow? Will no one write her eulogy? "I will," said the Earth. "For all I've created returns unto me. From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be." Benedictus (adapted by Simon/Garfunkel) Translations thanks to Andrea Robinson. Original Latin lyrics: Benedictus qui est venit In nomine Domine In nomine In nomine In nomine Domine In nomine Domine In nomine In nomine In nomine Domine English translation: Blessed are those who have come In the name of the Lord In the name In the name In the name of the Lord In the name of the Lord In the name In the name In the name of the Lord The Sound of Silence Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again. Because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping and the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone 'neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light that split the night and touched the sound of silence. And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening. People writing songs that voices never shared, no one dared disturb the sound of silence. "Fools," said I, "you do not know, silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you, take my arms that I might reach you." But my words like silent raindrops fell and echoed in the wells of silence. And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made and the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming. And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls and whispered in the sound of silence." He Was My Brother (Kane) He was my brother, five years older than I. He was my brother, twenty-three years old the day he died. Freedom writer, they cursed my brother to his face. Go home, outsider, this town's gonna be your burying place. He was singing on his knees, an angry mob trailed along. They shot my brother dead because he hated what was wrong. He was my brother, tears can't bring him back to me. He, he was my brother and he died so his brothers could be free, he died so his brothers could be free. Peggy-O (Traditional) As we marched down to Faneri-o, as we marched down to Faneri-o, our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove and they called her name pretty Peggy-o. Come a-running down the stairs, pretty Peggy-o, come a-running down the stairs, pretty Peggy-o, come a-running down the stairs, combing back your yellow hair, you're the prettiest little girl I've ever seen-o. In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o, in a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o, in a carriage you will ride, with your true love by your side as fair as any maiden in the are-o. What will your mother say, pretty Peggy-o? What will your mother say, pretty Peggy-o? What will your mother say, when she finds you've gone away to places far and strange, to Faneri-o? If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o, if ever I return, pretty Peggy-o, if ever I return, all your cities I will burn, destroying all the ladies in the are-o, destroying all the ladies in the are-o. Go Tell It On The Mountain (Traditional) Hallelujah, go tell it on the mountain. Over the hills and everywhere, go tell it on the mountain, Jesus Christ is born. Down in a lonely manger, the humble Christ was born and God sent salvation that blessed Christmas morn. Hallelujah, go tell it on the mountain. Over the hills and everywhere, go tell it on the mountain, Jesus Christ is born. While shepherds kept their watch o'er silent flocks by night, behold throughout the heavens, there shone a holy light. Hallelujah, go tell it on the mountain. Over the hills and everywhere, go tell it on the mountain, Jesus Christ is born. Down in a lonely manger, the humble Christ was born and God sent salvation that blessed Christmas morn. Hallelujah, go tell it on the mountain. Over the hills and everywhere, go tell it on the mountain, Jesus Christ is born. Jesus Christ is born. The Sun Is Burning (Campbell) The sun is burning in the sky, strands of clouds go slowly drifting by. In the park the lazy bees are joining in the flowers, among the trees and the sun burns in the sky. Now the sun is in the west, little kids go home to take their rest. And the couples in the park are holding hands and waiting for the dark and the sun is in the west. Now the sun is sinking low, children playing know it's time to go. High above a spot appears, a little blossom blooms and then draws near and the sun is sinking low. Now the sun has come to Earth, shrouded in a mushroom cloud of death. Death comes in a blinding flash of hellish heat and leaves a smear of ash. And the sun has come to Earth. Now the sun has disappeared, all is darkness, anger, pain, and fear. Twisted, sightless wrecks of men go groping on the knees and cry in pain, and the sun has disappeared. The Times They Are A-Changin' (Dylan) Come gather round people, wherever you roam and admit that the waters around you have grown. And accept it that soon, you'll be drenched to the bone if your time to you is worth saving, then you better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone for the times they are a-changin'. Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen and keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again. And don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin and there's no telling who that it's naming. The loser now will be later to win for the times they are a-changin'. Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call. Don't stand in the doorways, don't block up the hall for he that gets hurt will be he that has stalled. The battle outside raging will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls for the times they are a-changin'. Come mothers and fathers all over the land, and don't criticize what you can't understand. Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command, your old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand, for the times they are a-changin'. The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast. The slow one now will later be fast. And the present now will later be past, the order is rapidly fading. The first one now will later be last, for the times they are a-changin'. For the times they are a-changin'. Wednesday Morning, 3 AM I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love as she lies here beside me asleep with the night. And her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight. She is soft, she is warm, but my heart remains heavy and I watch as her breasts gently rise, gently fall. For I know with the first light of dawn I'll be leaving and tonight will be all I have left to recall. Oh, what have I done, why have I done it? I've committed a crime, broken the law. For twenty-five dollars and pieces of silver, I held up and robbed a hard liquor store. My life seems unreal, my crime an illusion, a scene badly written in which I must play. Yet I know as I gaze at my young love beside me, the morning is just a few hours away. |
| Wednesday Morning, 3 AM |