SWIRLING LEAVES
When I saw the leaves swirling around
In the park of St. George’s Town
Someone said it’s a sign of trouble, watch out
Someone said it’s a sign of trouble
If I had a girl for one more day
I would travel down to St. Bay
Put me on that painful road
Dear Lord, put me on the road to St. Bay
If I had one more bullet to shoot
I would look for that evil jerk
Put a gun into his mouth,
Put it in, put a gun into his mouth
If I had just one more meal
I would go for the Brussels grill
Have ribs and a blond beer, dear Lord
Have ribs and a blond beer
If I had one more cigarette
I would smoke it with my dear dad
Tell him about those swirling leaves I saw
Tell him about those swirling leaves
If I could listen to just one more song
I would like to hear Senór
The one sung by Dave Rawlings
And then you could start throwing dirt on me
THE LAST ROCKET
Open the backdoor of the rocket
And attach the loading ramp
Here’s a selection from the planet
Load it in and put the clamp
Put in a bucket of water
from the mountain creek,
Put animals and herbs
Put raw honey and milk
The last phase of the procedure
Just before you lock it
Make sure there’s no human
in the last rocket
SUGAR
Early morning, you get up like a bird
when you know you’ve got your sugar
Long distance is getting close
when you know you got your sugar
A tiny coat can keep you warm
when you know you got your sugar
Dirty words won’t reach your heart
when you know you got your sugar
Up a hill you’re easy going
when you know you got your sugar
Down the hill you don’t feel fear
when you know you got your sugar
You’re cruisin’ with a heavy load
when you know you got your sugar
Stable confidence is always around
when you know you got your sugar
But one day an old pipe burst
and all the water’s gone
Broken vehicle lies dead on the road
Oh, the time has come
Old tanker disappeared in the sea
and all the fuel’s lost
Vile wind blew straight in your sugar
and all the sugar’s gone
SISTER
Sister, where are you going in those cowboy boots
You can’t focus on your feet
and you’re swinging like a tree without roots
It’s sad to see your beauty so misused
Your lover and your owner
he’s a fault that we’ve produced
All your brothers are staring straight to the floor
and all the sisters already walked out the door
Some faces you see once but remember for the rest of your life
Like a girl with cowboy boots
Tryin’ to walk a straight line
All your brothers are staring straight to the floor
and all the sisters already walked out the door
POVERTY
To hell with poverty
Constant lack of everything
You start to worry with the first daylight
Worries wake you up in the night
The calendar looks cruel
And you look like a fool
Flour is low
The cow is weak
Vouchers won’t come before the next week
You try hard to reach the shore
While uniforms knock at your door
And you drink the cheapest beer
To overcome your fear
I hope that day is somewhere on a way
Hallelujah, waiting for a long time
I’ll pack my sack and sail away
Hare Krishna Hare Rama, long time
Jesus I’ve been waiting for a long time
But the poor man died on his last ride
They’ve found him huddled by the river side
Cause being poor is hard for any father
who needs to feed his children and their mother
And it’s the same old beast
South, west, north and east
I hope that day is somewhere on a way
Hallelujah, waiting for a long time
I’ll pack my sack and sail away
Hare Krishna Hare Rama, long time
Jesus I’ve been waiting for a long time
A FIELD OF ROSES
Last night I dreamed a field of roses
Last night I dreamed you got it all
We were riding healthy horses
While policemen were waving from their cars
And I could forget those years of coldness
If we could spend the time that’s left in honesty
Promise me you’ll never go astray again
And I’ll do my best to believe
I prayed the 15 prayers of St. Bridget
365 days in a row
And last night I dreamed a field of roses
Last night I dreamed you got it all
And I could forget those years of coldness
If we could spend the time that’s left in honesty
Promise me you’ll never go astray again
And I’ll do my best to believe
IN THE END
It’s one of those phases
when history comes to collect the debts
It’s time to find out
who of all the prophets was the most accurate
in the end, in the end
The driver’s trying to keep to the line
The crowd is scared
and the conductor got high
As your lovely face
and warm embrace take me far away
in the end, in the end
Though I’ve never seen darker clouds
just as long as you’re in my arms
You’ll be alright
As long as you’re in your arms
Alright, as long as you’re in your arms
The backpack with food for final days
is running out
and the water is almost gone
Now we understand that love and hate
are all that’s left today
In the end, in the end
Though I’ve never felt stronger winds
just as long as I’m in my hands
I’ll be alright
As long as I’m in my hands
Alright, as long as I’m in your hand
LONG RIVERS
Long rivers, long rivers,
they will never tell a word
about a heavy load they’ve been dragging
to the other side of the world
Long rivers, long rivers,
They won’t tell a word
About broken hearts, broken dreams,
heavy drinking, shedding tears
and heavy thoughts on the way to the last bridge…
They won’t tell…
Long rivers, long rivers,
they can swallow anything
wash off all kinds of suffering
and spit it out in a distant sea
Long rivers, long rivers,
They won’t tell a word
About broken hearts, broken dreams,
heavy drinking, shedding tears
and heavy thoughts on the way to the last bridge
Long rivers, long rivers,
They won’t tell a word
About the wicked world
that was too cold to calm them
and did nothing to stop them
on their way to the last bridge.
ROW, ROW, ROW
Come on, sugar, pack it up
It’s all over here and the boat’s already in the dock
They’ve been fooling us for 4 years in a row
And I hear that whistle blow
Now we’re off that land
and we row, row, row against the waves of poverty and woe
While we were sailing all wet and cold
new faces came on board
But I can’t get rid of the feeling that I’ve seen them somewhere before
I’m afraid to give myself a chance to hope and believe
‘Cause I haven’t see them rowing with me
Row, row, row against the waves of poverty and woe
Come on, sugar, pick your town
Tell your mother and your father that we won’t be around
We’ve been drinking rain for 4 years in a row
And I hear that whistle blow
And now we’re off that land and we
row, row, row against the waves of poverty and woe
DO WE STILL FEEL PROUD?
Turn the lights on, lift the curtain
after a long, long night I want to be certain
that no one with sticky hands comes close to the switch
Get the ropes ready, sharpen the stakes
after the long, long night we can’t afford mistakes
I don’t want to see a silver-tongued man
close to our banks
But do we still feel proud,
with our right hands on our hearts
or do we have doubts?
Do we still feel proud,
with these same hands
in wrong drawers
or do we have doubts?
Never turn off all the lights
or pull the curtains all the way
Always have a dose of doubt
you might regret it some day,
especially after the Homeland War
and the spilled blood
But do we still feel proud,
with our right hands on our hearts
or do we have doubts?
Do we still feel proud,
with these same hands
in wrong drawers
or do we have doubts?