There’s forest fire up in the hills again
Always reminds me of the night we spent at the river’s edge
For hours standing hand in hand
Too chicken shit to just go diving it
Too scared to turn away and face the fate that awaits us both back on land
Forest fire has a smell to it
A certain sweetness that misleads us to believe that everything’s well again
The summer’s sweltering
The kind of heat you feel inside your feet radiating upward from the earth within
If I was a smarter man I’d’ve never gave you momma’s wedding ring
I’d’ve went ahead and just pawned the thing
Skipped town and never called again
But your brain never listens to the songs that your heart’ll sing
I ain’t no Christian, that was momma’s thing
I don’t know how to pray and if I did I’m not too sure He’s listening
To me it’s whispering
I don’t know
Maybe there is some fucking magic in giving language to hidden things
Who are we kidding kid, we were just born into this
And what the hell would make us think that we were any different?
Your daddy did the same, my pops did it too
They came to the same spot asking that river for some clues
All they got was wet shoes
And they gave birth to me and you
So tell me darling
What the hell are we supposed to do?
Though we are all related through common ancestry
Still, some of us are fated by where or what we be.
We could not choose our birthplace, our gender, race, or creed
We’re praiséd, loved, or hated for every word or deed.
Because we all are sisters or brothers, through and through; No one should try to twist us, or tell us what to do. We are our planet’s children: we each deserve our say; And everyone is equal to go in their own way.
Beware of those who chide us, and Unity despise: They only would divide us, by spiteful deeds and lies Our future is together, our past is reconciled; We’ll join our hands in friendship: we cannot be reviled.
Transcribed from Cooper Boyes Simpson album, “Coda”, words possibly written by Lester Simpson?
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How long How long ago 16 years Everyday Of course I know Of course I know Forget his face? Of course I don’t Etched like a crystal vase These broken fingers Some things don’t heal I can’t wake up from a dream When the dream is real These broken fingers Forget his eyes? His silhouette? Of course I don’t Of course I don’t forget There are blue eyes A silhouette There is a debt A debt I don’t forget How long How long ago Sixteen years every day of course I know
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
Now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they’re gettin’ ready
For a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there’s trouble busin’ in from outta state
And the D.A. can’t get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and
The gamblin’ commission’s hangin’ on by the skin of its teeth
Well now everything dies baby that’s a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got debts that no honest man could pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
Now baby everything dies baby that’s a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Now our luck may have died and out love may be cold
But with you forever I’ll stay
We’re goin’ out where the sand’s turnin’ to gold
Put on your stockin’s ’cause the night’s getting’ cold
And maybe everything dies that’s a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Now I been lookin’ for a job but it’s hard to find
Down here it’s just winners and losers
And don’t get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well I’m tired of comin’ out on this losin’ end
So honey last night I met this guy
And I’m gonna do a little favor for him
Well I guess everything dies baby that’s a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Fix your hair up nice, fix yourself up pretty
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
I’m broke and I’m hungry, I’m hard up and I’m lonely
I’ve been dancing on this killing floor for years
And of the few things I am certain, I’m the captain of my burden
I’m sorry doll, I could never stop the rain
Once you said I was your hero
You would dance with me on a dime
We could spin this world right right right round
And catch back up on the flip side
I was gonna get this real big engine
I was gonna get them Broadway stars
You were gonna be my Judy Garland
We were gonna share your tin man heart
Take the time to make some sense
Of what you want to say
And cast your words away upon the waves
And sail them home with acquiesce
On a ship of hope today
And as they land upon the shore
Tell them not to fear no more
Say it loud, and sing it proud today
And then dance if you wanna dance
Please brother take a chance
You know they’re gonna go
Which way they wanna go
All we know is that we don’t
Know how it’s gonna be
Please brother let it be
Life on the other hand
Won’t make us understand
We’re all part of the masterplan
Say it loud and sing it proud today
I’m not saying right is wrong
It’s up to us to make
The best of all the things
That come our way
’cause everything that’s been has passed
The answer’s in the looking glass
There’s four and twenty million doors
On life’s endless corridor
Say it loud and sing it proud today
We’ll dance if they wanna dance
Please brother take a chance
You know they’re gonna go
Which way they wanna go
All we know is that we don’t
Know how it’s gonna be
Please brother let it be
Life on the other hand
Won’t make you understand
We’re all part of the masterplan
And I got half a mind to let it all burn up in this fire I’ve had burning through my veins since I first learned to cry I’d watch this whole night come down and never miss her again I never felt right and never fit in walkin’ in my own skin
Walkin’ in my own skin
Now I got scars like the number of stars My mind’s full of vipers I got the dust of the desert in my bones Comin’ through the amplifiers
And in the minor chord fall and the fourth and the fifth It’s a broken Hallelujah and a pain in my fist I wash my hands like the man with the blood on his teeth Over and over without relief
And I got nothin’ for you darlin’ but a story to tell About the rain on the pavement and the sound as it fell I’d watch this whole night come down and never miss her again I never felt right and never fit in
I always had a roof above me, I always paid the rent
And I’ve never set foot inside a tent
I couldn’t build a fire to save my life
I lied about being the outdoor type
Well, I’ve never slept out underneath the stars
The closest that I came to that was one time in my car
Broke down for an hour in the suburbs at night
I lied about being the outdoor type
Too scared to let you know that you knew what you were looking for
I lied until I fit the bill, God bless the great indoors
I lied about being the outdoor type
Never owned a sleeping bag, let alone a mountain bike
No, I can’t go away with you on a rock-climbing weekend
What if something’s on TV that’s never shown again?
It’s just as well I’m not invited, as I’m afraid of heights
I lied about being the outdoor type
Never learned to swim, can’t grow a beard, or even fight
I lied about being the outdoor type.
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I fell into the ocean
When you became my wife
I risked it all aganist the sea
To have a better life
Marie you’re the wild blue sky
And men do foolish things
You turn kings into beggars
And beggars into kings
Pretend that you owe me nothing
And all the world is green
We can bring back the old days again
And all the world is green
The fase forgives the mirror
The worm forgives the plow
The questions begs the answer
Can you forgive me somehow
Maybe when our story’s over
We’ll go where it’s always spring
The band is playing our song again
And all the world is green
Pretend that you owe me nothing
And all the world is green
We can bring back the old days again
And all the world is green
The moon is yellow silver
Oh the things that summer brings
It’s a love you’d kill for
And all the world is green
He is balancing a diamond
On a blade of grass
The dew will settle on our grave(s)
When all the world is green
