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Son, My Son
02:39
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Son, My Son
I went down to the market
to buy whatever I wanted
I told the woman who worked there
I was afraid to leave my home
She said “son, my son, that’s how I feel ev’ry day.”
I got back in my automobile
to fill the tank again
I told the station worker
I was afraid to go downtown
She said “son, my son, that’s how I feel ev’ry day.”
At the demonstration
I faced all the police
They looked afraid behind their masks
I just wanted to tell them
Son, my son, we don’t have to live this way
Son, my son, we don’t have to live this way
Sons and daughters, we don’t have to live this way
I laid my head on a pillow
safe and sound at home
I prayed to God for an answer
I just really wanted an answer
how do we help each other
She said “son, my son, that’s what I ask ev’ry day
Son, my son, that’s what I ask ev’ry day
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Real Revolution
02:53
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Real Revolution
I had come undone.
I was feeling unsung.
Went back upstate and got my bell real rung.
I thought I knew where I was going
but forgot where I came from.
I fell asleep on the job, people
and woke up on the run.
I dreamed of a real revolution.
My old way of thinking
had me tied up and blind
I was out of direction
I was out of right mind.
Tired of backsliding, living in the past.
Tired of going absolutely nowhere fast.
I had a problem that needed solution.
I was in need of a real revolution.
I was afraid to think it.
I was afraid to do it.
I was afraid I might not even live through it.
Now I’m changing my name, learning to sing.
Most of all I’m changing everything.
I’m laying my old words behind me, under the sun.
My new words are a gun to taking aim
on the real revolution.
Real revolution doesn’t have to be the violent kind
Real revolution takes place in your heart
and in your mind.
Don’t turn your back on it this time.
Turn around to face the real revolution.
Out in the big world there’s lot’s of pain.
Monsters and shadows and terrible things.
There’s something else that’s stronger than the night.
You have to be willing to change up the fight
and admit your mistakes in what has been said and done
then step into the light of the real revolution.
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The Weight Of Changing Everything
You and I been through so much together
High highs and low lows
everything in between.
Over and under the stormy weather,
you have brought me back to my knees.
When I'm stuck in my head
it's a dangerous place
I'm not responsible nor good for much of anything.
Thank you sweet darling for stepping in my path
Thank you for helping me to unload
the weight of changing everything.
Not long ago some people got together
and tried to start up a new country
Somehow or another they lost their way
and thought God and money were the very same thing.
Many came along to try and fix the situation.
Many have been shot down in the street.
They woke up that morning and looked in the mirror-
started with themselves by hoping to lift
the weight of changing everything.
Some say "if it ain't broke don't fix it."
Sorry to tell you that you're wrong.
When there's nothing left that's broken
then we won't have to sing this song.
Anyways there's only one thing
that you have to change: everything.
Nobody's perfect.
Nobody should be.
Nobody can get it right every day.
Maybe you happen to have some answers.
Please shine your light to help the rest of us carry
the weight of changing everything.
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4. |
News Blackout
02:59
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5. |
Troublesome Friends
03:32
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6. |
Spirit Of The Night
02:55
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Spirit Of The Night
One hundred years after they burn this town down
We’ll be singing your songs as the flames keep on
getting us higher by the campfire light
holding each other as we sing through the night
Fi yi yi take me by the hand
walk me through the forest to the Promised Land.
By the bend of the river, we will deliver
our souls to the Spirit of the Night
From the Commonwealth to the Volunteer.
From Traveler’s Rest to the Ketchikan Pier.
Where the the mandolins and guitars ring
with infinity as the fiddles sing.
Fi yi yi take me by the hand
walk me through the forest to the Promised Land.
By the bend of the river, we will deliver
our souls to the Spirit of the Night
Seasons change and I’ll be traveling soon.
Won’t you sit down with me under the Wayward Moon?
Tell me a story, sing me a song.
I might be leaving but I won’t be gone long.
Fi yi yi take me by the hand
walk me through the forest to the Promised Land.
By the bend of the river, we will deliver
our souls to the Spirit of the Night
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7. |
Killing Time
04:02
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Did Your Mother Teach You That?
I heard your voice on the radio
asking things that you knew-
you said you knew, you thought you knew
the answers to already
How can one man hate so much, hate so much
he brings the weakest of us down to his level?
Did your brother teach you?
Did some other teach you?
You call yourself a preacher
Did your Mother teach you that?
People are born to love one another.
You must have learned.
Where did you learn to be so hateful?
Nobody is born into this world
with hate inside. Where did you learn?
How did you learn to be so angry?
Everyone in this world has to learn to get on
or else live in pain, and fear, and darkness.
When you say those hateful words to someone.
To anyone-
You have decided your own fate will be the same.
Did your Mother teach you that?
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9. |
Scratch The Sky
03:23
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Scratch The Sky
We went to see the band in a ’68 Cadillac Sedan
with letters on the side
that said “Nazi Punks Fuck Off.”
We were flying through the clouds
on our very first trips up to the moon-
or the Cleveland Coliseum, to be precise.
Oh my oh my
did you ever get so high
you derailed the trains of thought that you were riding?
Oh my oh my you could scratch the sky
and find the thoughts you thought you lost were only hiding.
You could go overseas and climb around up in the trees
that grow inside your mind with proper maintenance and water.
Take a slow train to Moravia and pray with the Blessed Savior
as she melts away the glories of your youth.
Oh my oh my
did you ever get so high
you derailed the trains of thought that you were riding?
Oh my oh my you could scratch the sky
and find the thoughts you thought you lost were only hiding.
Hiding, quit hiding
Travel up into the Hi-Desert
You can probably get there from the Low Desert.
Don’t get angry with yourself
Take some time to learn your self
In my country we get away with lots of things
including fixing elections and killing presidents.
Everybody makes a big stink.
Then two days later were back
to Martin Luther drinKing the Amnesia Kool-aid
Oh my oh my
did you ever get so high
you derailed the trains of thought that you were riding?
Oh my oh my you could scratch the sky
and find the thoughts you thought you lost were only hiding
Oh my oh my if you scratch the sky
you’ll find the thoughts you thought were lost
were only hiding, hiding, quit hiding.
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DON’T SPECTATE; PARTICIPATE
The time has come for us to go
and use our voices, cast our votes.
Half of us will just look on
while the others try to fix what’s wrong.
Don’t spectate; participate
If you don’t give a damn and you’ve nothing to say,
If you won’t give a damn then step out of the way.
If I hear another citizen say
“This election won’t affect me either way.”
Well my selfish friend, that may be true
but there’s a few more people in this world besides you.
Don’t spectate; participate
If you don’t give a damn and you’ve nothing to say,
If you won’t give a damn then step out of the way.
If I hear another coward say
“If that one side wins then I’m moving away.”
Do us a favor, and get the hell out now.
This land was never your land anyhow.
You can spectate while we participate.
If you don’t give a damn and you’ve nothing to say,
If you won’t give a damn it’s a God damned shame.
If I hear about another regulation
that prevents anybody from participation.
Well, I say to you
as you try to turn back time,
A lot of citizens died so we could have this right.
Don’t spectate; participate
If you don’t give a damn and you’ve nothing to say
Well If you don’t give a damn then get out of the way
You might give a damn as you’re fading away
but if you won’t give a damn it’s a God damned shame
DON’T SPECTATE; PARTICIPATE
The time has come for us to go
and use our voices, cast our votes.
Half of us will just look on
while the others try to fix what’s wrong.
Don’t spectate; participate
If you don’t give a damn and you’ve nothing to say,
If you won’t give a damn then step out of the way.
If I hear another citizen say
“This election won’t affect me either way.”
Well my selfish friend, that may be true
but there’s a few more people in this world besides you.
Don’t spectate; participate
If you don’t give a damn and you’ve nothing to say,
If you won’t give a damn then step out of the way.
If I hear about another regulation
that prevents anybody from participation.
Well, I say to you
as you try to turn back time,
A lot of citizens died so we could have this right.
Don’t spectate; participate
If you don’t give a damn and you’ve nothing to say
Well If you don’t give a damn then get out of the way
You might give a damn as you’re fading away
but if you won’t give a damn it’s a God damned shame
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11. |
Open Letter
02:48
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12. |
Son, My Son (ALT TAKE)
02:37
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Son, My Son
I went down to the market
to buy whatever I wanted
I told the woman who worked there
I was afraid to leave my home
She said “son, my son, that’s how I feel ev’ry day.”
I got back in my automobile
to fill the tank again
I told the station worker
I was afraid to go downtown
She said “son, my son, that’s how I feel ev’ry day.”
At the demonstration
I faced all the police
They looked afraid behind their masks
I just wanted to tell them
Son, my son, we don’t have to live this way
Son, my son, we don’t have to live this way
Sons and daughters, we don’t have to live this way
I laid my head on a pillow
safe and sound at home
I prayed to God for an answer
I just really wanted an answer
how do we help each other
She said “son, my son, that’s what I ask ev’ry day
Son, my son, that’s what I ask ev’ry day
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Tim Easton Nashville, Tennessee
Songwriter. Traveler.
Campfire propagandist.
Contact page TimEaston.com
for bookings.
Thanks,
TE
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