My Sister Rose

Big plans are being made for my sisters wedding day. We'll
have a ball at the Sons of Roma Hall. Family, friends come one and
all.
First the bestman makes a toast to Rocky and my sister Rose,
"A life of years free of tears. Bottoms up and lots of luck!" Polka,
tango everyone, cha-cha, mambo Rose and Rock alone. Frankie Rizzo and
his Combo play on.
Single girls all hear the call from a crowd at the back wall
and when the bouquet flies each one tries to be the best catch and
next years bride. Uncle Sam and Uncle Joe take their places in the
row. They're standing by side to side for dollar dances with the
bride. Polka, tango everyone, cha-cha, mambo, Rose and Rock alone.
"He's a banker, she'll be well off now." Sister Rose take your
mother's place. Trade your home and your maiden name. For a list of
vows and a veil of lace made a wife of you today.
Now they cut the five tier cake, "That Colucci, he can bake."
A frosted tower of sugar and flour for the couple of the hour. Polka,
tango everyone, cha-cha, mambo Rose and Rock alone. She was born to
wear that gown. Sister Rose take your mother's place. Trade your home
and your maiden name. For a list of vows nad a veil of lace made a
wife of you today, but you're my sister Rose the same

National Education Week

Honor salute and speak To the
corner standing flag Do you remember how the days of school were
Indivisible separate worlds Compare contrast These dreams absurd
Placid classroom faces Breathe in the features Of a demographics death
map trilogy Children read them well Not to bury 3 of 4 sons As the
likes of chivalry Not to take 6 of 30 bills To manufacture Corpus
Christi And so you think it can be so serene History's most
intolerable famine Has clutched our global tranquility Reaped the
lives of children Maladies collaborate With cyclic despair Infanticide
clamors to 20 times more In 4th and 5th Worlds The poor have always
been Beside us Amid us Death has always been As million cease 15
million that's an annual reap Add divide multiply sum 41 thousand

Noah's Dove

You win a prize for that, for telling lies like that so well that I
believed it. I never felt cheated. You were the chosen one, the pure
eyes
of Noah's dove. Choir boys and angles stole your lips and your halo.
In your reckless mind, you act as if you've got more lives. In your
reckless eyes, you only have time and your love of danger -- to it
your no
stranger.
In that August breeze of those forgotten trees, your time was set for
leaving, come a colder season. In your reckless mind, you act as if
you've
got more lives. In your reckless eyes, it's never too late for a
chance to
seize some final breath of freedom. Very, so very wise. Don't reveal
it.
I'm tired, tired of knowing where it is you're going.
In your reckless mind, you act as if you've got more lives. In your
reckless eyes, you only have time and your love of danger -- to it
you're
no stranger.
In your reckless mind, you act as if you've got more lives. In your
reckless eyes, it's never too late for a chance to seize some final
breath
of freedom

O Come, All Ye Faithful

O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,
Come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem.
Come and behold Him, born the King of angels;

Refrain

O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

True God of true God, Light from Light Eternal,
Lo, he shuns not the Virgin's womb;
Son of the Father, begotten, not created;

Refrain

Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation;
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above!
Glory to God, all glory in the highest;

Refrain

See how the shepherds, summoned to His cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze;
We too will thither bend our joyful footsteps;

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Child, for us sinners poor and in the manger,
We would embrace Thee, with love and awe;
Who would not love Thee, loving us so dearly?

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Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning;
Jesus, to Thee be glory given;
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing.

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O Little Towan Of Bethlehem

O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see the lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee to-night.

For Christ is born of Mary,
And gathered all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love.
O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth!
And praises sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth.

How silently, how silently,
The wondrous gift is given!
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of his heaven.
No ear may hear his coming,
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive him, still
The dear Christ enters in.

Where children pure and happy
Pray to the blessed Child,
Where misery cries out to thee,
Son of the mother mild;
Where charity stands watching
And faith holds wide the door,
The dark night wakes, the glory breaks,
And Christmas comes once more.

O holy Child of Bethlehem!
Descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin and enter in,
Be born in us to-day.
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell;
O come to us, abide with us,
Our Lord Emmanuel!

Old Mister Time

He looked funny
The children called him the scarecrow
An old raincoat
And baggy trousers and sneakers
he found at the dump
Oh, but if you bothered to look
There was something behind the rags
Oh there was a look in his eyes
It was something you'd never forget

He lived badly
A broken shack on the railway
An old moggy
The only one who replied
When he talked to the walls
Oh we didn't understand
We were fooled by the dirt on his face
Oh we were human then
We were searching behind his disgrace

Why don't you leave me alone
Why don't you go to your homes
Why don't you keep to yourselves
I'm tellin you
Why don't you leave me alone

You're never gonna realise
When all you do is criticise
You're never gonna make it work
You never seem to get enough
You crumble when its getting rough
You're never gonna make it work
I'm tellin' you there'll come a day
You're gonna blow yourselves away
It's wrong that I should interfere
I just get in the way

Why don't you leave me alone
Why don't you go to your homes
Why don't you keep to yourselves
I'm tellin you
Why don't you leave me alone

Deep into the night
He was working by the light
of the candle by his bed
on the theory in his head
He was building from the junk
that he rescued from the dump
And when he turned the power on
There was a sound and he was gone

Oh in the gray of the dawn
We discovered the thing he was working on
Oh we didn't understand
The future was Old Mister Time
Future was Old Mister Time
Future was Old Mister Time
Future was Old Mister Time
Old Mister Time (Mister Time, Mister Time....)
Old Mister Time (Mister Time, Mister Time....)
Old Mister Time (Mister Time, Mister Time....)

On And On

Out through the foggy window there just to see the eyes of my future children
looking back at me back through the foggy window
on and on miles pass years turn over
on and on there from that rolled down window ponies run free
cradled protectively there in the greenery somewhere I keep this picture
on and on miles pass years turn over
on and on for all the roads we've travelled
and all the bridges burned I was thinking out loud the ways
of the world that all seem so constant how few
of the lessons we really have learned.
out through the foggy window frozen in frame capturing passing pictures
life's last refrain, memories ashes scatter
on and on miles pass years turn over
on and on

Once A City

This was once a city
harmony a common theme
but these complications
now make life a bit uneasy
hallowed buildings scrape the sky
voices ride the airwaves
once a city years gone by
will they still be standing in thecenturies ahead
going underground little children hiding,
bullets never meant for them
must there be such bloodshed in our hearts, our homes, ourheads?
will I be walking, walking so free?
this was a city once
this was once a city
harmony a common theme but these complications
once a city, once a dream.

Orange

Lineage closed Dissolved In its birth
Tragedy Prelude a balance Is a synergy Of reason Malicious hope As
techno atrocities Lapse their effects Associate these ends Their
clarity Demands your revenge Please compensate Not Deny Jungle Revenge
Infanticide Crosses Very thin walls Latent casualties Arrive From
fatal initiation No longer recessive Genetic aliens abandoned Plain
deceit IN the mirage of A just one time cause We'd all changed The
clocks No ladies auxiliary to kiss Their blistered cheeks Gone

Party Of God

In a busy street
A man sits down
Oblivious to the traffic sounds
No chaos
No frenzied shrieking crowd
Thank God their silence
Walking heads bent down
Come when they saw us
Called it lethargy
The treadmill turns
There down below their feet

Should I pray for an end to come
Quickly (quickly), quickly (quickly)
Or cross the waves of an angry sea
Risking (risking)
And braving (braving)
The shipwreck and the mutiny assailing
Assailing

In a haunted doorway
And from the light of day
See another life fall to ruin in pain
False smiles from even children it seems
Landlocked ground for empty and lost dreams
A league against me
I hear him say
It's not worth half the effort
Or the price you pay

Should I pray for an end to come
Quickly (quickly), quickly (quickly)
Or should I raise my face to the heavens above
And tell God (dear God)
Stop jeering (and jeering)
As our human frailties and all
Our failings
Are we failing?

Pound pound on an endless street
Again and again the nightmare scene
All strained against the tightened rope
Not one with a lasting lingering hope
There's evidence everywhere you see
Put a quarter down at the newsstand
So that you can read

Should I pray for an end to come
Quickly (quickly), quickly (quickly)
Or should I raise my face to the clouds above
Entreating (entreating)
Their mercy (some mercy)
But as clouds will do
They'll rain down
First gently (gently) and sweetly (so sweetly)
Until they silence me
With a burst of thunder (thunder) and lightning (and lightning)
And helpless landlocked screaming
I know God must be agreeing
It's the worst part of watching
It's the worst part of watching
It's the worst part of watching
It's the worst part
Landlocked in screaming
God must be agreeing
To be helpless is the worst
Must be the worst part of watching
The worst part of watching