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I'm the king of my own land...
Facing tempests of Dust, I'll fight until the end.
Creatures of my dreams, raise up and dance with me...
Now and forever,
I'm your King.
And the sign said, "Everybody welcome, come in, kneel down and pray"
But when they passed around the plate at the end of it all
I didn't have a penny to pay
So, I got me a pen and a paper and I made up my own little sign
I said, "Thank you, Lord, for thinkin' 'bout me, I'm alive and doin' fine, woo[LEFT]
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The lyrics bring home the point that even prayer isn't free. The 92 year old woman was kicked out a church she belonged to for 50 years since she could no longer afford the tithes.
Just yesterday morning, they let me know you were gone.
Suzanne, the plans they made put an end to you.
I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song,
I just can't remember who to send it to.
I've seen fire and I've seen rain. I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end.
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend, but I always thought that I'd see you again.
Another thread (link to cross-posting from thread) reminds me of a Steven Goodman song, "Fourteen Days." It's a story of a girlfriend that walked out, and wants her boyfriend back. Unfortunately it didn't end well.
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Originally Posted by jbgusa
This thread reminds me of the lyrics of a Steven Goodman song, "Fourteen Days."
(Steve Goodman)
Emmylou Harris & Steve Goodman
When Johnny got the letter
It had no return address,
But he recognized the writing
And he didn't have to guess.
The postmark said Seattle
Just a thousand miles away,
So he put it in the drawer
For fourteen days
Every night he'd take that envelope
And hold it up to the light,
But he never tore it open
To see what lay inside.
He remembered how it hurt
The night she turned and walked away,
So he kept the letter sealed
For fourteen days.
Fourteen days it lay unopened,
Fourteen days it stayed unread,
Fourteen nights he dreamed about her
In what use to be their bed.
Though his heart and soul were achin'
Johnny's pride got in the way,
So he kept the letter sealed
For fourteen days.
Piano and guitar break
And then one night he couldn't stand it
Johnny took it from the drawer,
He read the words she'd sent to him
Just two short weeks before.
The tears fell hard as Johnny read
The words she had to say,
'Boy I'm coming home to you
In fourteen days".
'Dear John: I know I hurt you
But I pray that you'll forgive.
And if you don't take me back again,
Then, I don't want to live.
If you're there when I step off the plane,
Then I'll be yours, always.
I arrive at four p.m. in fourteen days."
--- Instrumental ---
Johnny raced out to the airport
On the chance that she might wait,
But the terminal was empty
And he knew he was too late.
He cursed himself for letting
Hs one true love slip away,
For a letter that he held
For fourteen days.
Fourteen days it lay unopened
Fourteen days it stayed unread,
Fourteen nights he dreamed about her
And the good times that they had
And Johnny knew he lost her
And there was nothing left to say,
He tore up the note he'd held
For fourteen days.
Now the next day in Seattle
The morning headline read,
'Another Jane Doe Suicide
Young Girl Lying Dead.'
Scrawled upon the crumpled piece of paper where she lay,
"I'm coming home to you in fourteen days.
Well he's tellin' us this
And he's tellin' us that
Changes it ev'ry day
Says it doesn't matter
Bases are loaded
And Casey's at bat
Playin' it play by play
Time to change the batter
All I need is just one chance
I could hit a home run
There isn't anyone else like me
Maybe I'll go down in history
And it's root, root, root
For the home team
I believe in music,
I believe in love,
Music is love and love is music if you know what I mean
People who believe in music are the happiest people I've ever seen
Music makes pictures and often tells stories
All of it magic and all of it true
And all of the pictures and all of the stories
All of the magic, the music is you
I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
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