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Jezebel

I’ve got a jezebel
Got a jezebel
I’ve got a jezebel
Down at the wishing well
Where I threw my coin in
And she started toyin’
With me, yes indeed

She gives me dirty love
Gives me dirty love
She gives me dirty love
That’s what I’m thinking of
Any better man
Wouldn’t understand
That dirt she’ll do

You know I tried my best
I tried to pass the test
I tried to clean the mess
Left by all the rest
Of those who’d come before
And man that’s a plan I really can’t stand

I couldn’t leave her there
I couldn’t leave her there
I wouldn’t leave her there
But I didn’t dare
Take her from her dream
Dreamt by the seventh king
And that’s love

John Brown

I can hear your cornstalks sigh
Underneath your prairie sky
As southern swamps have footsteps filled
While hound dogs howl at freedom's will

Conscience drives us mad sometimes
We tell our sons, if we die, we're gonna die
So we start where we can
And hope it spreads across the land

It’s not easy taking prisoners
Harder yet is to convert them to you’re cause
John Brown left his red brick engine house bound up in chains
Leaving five men dead he said “the good lord was to blame”

John Brown and your twenty sons
Why don’t you tell me what you've done?
You don't think you're men no more
You’re God's machines and holy wars

And by some strange irony
The night you shot dead harmony
An angry mob came into play
The lord moves in mysterious ways

It’s not easy taking prisoners
Harder yet is to convert them to your cause
John Brown left his red brick engine house bound up in chains
And leaving' five men dead, he said “the good lord was to blame”

I’m a reasonable man, yes I am
And I understand the problems
Sometimes you've got to take the world,
And hold it in your hands

And bring it to tomorrow, tomorrow
Freedom’s just a silly word
That keeps us bound-up pretty good
With peace of mind for tired hands
Is a cold heart what the lord demands?

Don’t be fooled by bravery
We’re all in chains of slavery
John Brown, your twenty sons
Are dead now, face down in the mud

It’s not easy taking prisoners
Harder yet it is to convert them to your cause
John Brown left his red brick engine house bound up in chains
Leaving five men dead
Leaving five men dead he said
Leaving five men dead he said the good lord
Leaving five men dead he said the good lord was to blame

Kali Yuga

How far will we go on Monday
I asked ‘cause our speed had increased
The germ of transcendence
Is always within us at least

I know we’ve got to keep on going
A fast car won’t ever rust
And these hands of invisible organic forces
Are pushing and pulling us

It’s a long way
Through kali-yuga
Age of iron
Cooled in the ocean
And the mountains
Are for exploring

Devils have danced on my door step
Angels have sung in my yard
There’s wise men hiding in mountains
While most of us are working too hard
Speed is our last great invention
We race and we roll to arrive
By mineral mountain magnet or meteor
It’s hard enough to just get by

It’s a long way . . .

Keeping the Faith

Who knows how many years I’ve been traveling
Traveling this countries roads
Singing for my supper, singing for a lover
Singing for a pot of gold
And over the years I’ve been just about everywhere
Seen everything with my own eyes
Most everybody never get anywhere
They’re born the same place they die

But I’m keeping the faith
In some other place
I’m keeping the faith
And moving on

We all want to run away to the circus
The circus calls us away
Lured by the light in the night
And how it fights the inevitable
It never gets old when darkness surrounds us
Darkness never gets old
I’m learning to savor the favors of midnight
They can keep you warm

And I’m keeping the faith
In some other place
I’m keeping the faith
In moving on

The ringmaster bellows just like his fellow
Lions in the cage
Eying the children, pacing a snarling
Getting ready to grace the stage
Clowns do there rounds, laughter abounds
Strike up the band, let the ponies parade
Dancing a two-step, dancing a cake walk
Singing a honky-tonk refrain

Working for peanuts, living off hard luck
But, baby, the show must go on
We’ll raise up our tent in any town that will have us
Or else we’ll be moving on

I’m keeping the faith
In some other place
I’m keeping the faith
In moving on