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You know he got the cure
You know he went astray
He used to stay awake
To drive the dreams he had away
He wanted to believe
In the hands of love

His head it felt heavy
As he cut across the land
A dog started crying
Like a broken hearted man
At the howling wind
At the howling wind

He went deeper into black
Deeper into white
He could see the stars shining
Like nails in the night
He felt the healing
Healing, healing
Healing hands of love
Like the stars shining from above

His hand in his pocket
His finger on the steel
The pistol weighed heavy
In his heart he could feel
It was beating, beating
Beating, beating oh my love
Oh my love, oh my love
Oh my love
My love

See the hands that build
Can also pull down
The hands of love

Mothers of the Disappeared

Midnight, our sons and daughters
Were cut down and taken from us
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat

In the wind we hear their laughter
In the rain we see their tears
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat

Night hangs like a prisoner
Stretched over black and blue
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat

In the trees our sons stand naked
Through the walls our daughters cry
See their tears in the rainfall

Helter Skelter

This is a song Charles Manson stole from the Beatles
We’re stealing it back

When you get to the bottom
You go back to the top of the slide
And you stop and you turn
And you go for a ride
Then you get to the bottom
Then you see me again

Do you, don't you want me to love you
I'm coming down fast, I'm right here above you
Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer
I ain't no lover but you ain't no dancer

Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Helter skelter

Do you, don't you want me to make you
I'm coming down fast now don't let me break you
Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer
You ain't no lover but you ain't no dancer

Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Helter skelter

When you get to the bottom
You go back to the top of the slide
And you turn and you stop
And you go for a ride
Then you get to the bottom
Then you see me again

Do you, don't you want me to love you
I'm coming down fast I'm right here above you
Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer
Ain't no lover but you ain't no dancer

Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Helter skelter

(This song was written by the Beatles)

Van Diemen's Land

Hold me now, hold me now
Till this hour has gone around
And I'm gone on the rising tide
For to face Van Diemen's Land

It's a bitter pill I swallow here
To be rent from one so dear
We fought for justice and not for gain
But the magistrate sent me away

Now kings will rule and the poor will toil
And tear their hands as the tear the soil
But a day will come in the dawning age
When an honest man sees an honest wage

Hold me now, hold me now
Till this hour has gone around
And I'm gone on the rising tide
For to face Van Diemen's Land

Still the gunman rules and the widows pay
A scarlet coat now a black beret
They thought that that blood and sacrifice
Could out of death bring forth a life

Desire

Yeah

Lover, I'm on the street
Gonna go where the bright lights
And the big city meet
With a red guitar on fire
Desire

She's a candle burning in my room
Yeah I'm like the needle, needle and spoon
Over the counter with a shotgun
Pretty soon everybody got one
And the fever when I'm beside her
Desire

And the fever getting higher
Desire, desire
Burning, burning

She's the dollars
She's my protection
Yeah she's a promise
In the year of election
Oh sister, I can't let you go
Like a preacher stealing hearts
In a traveling show
For love or money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money

And the fever, getting higher
Desire, desire, desire, desire
Desire, desire

Hawkmoon 269

Like a desert needs rain
Like a town needs a name
I need your love

Like a drifter needs a room
Hawkmoon
I need your love
I need your love

Like a rhythm unbroken
Like drums in the night
Like sweet soul music
Like sunlight
I need your love
I need your love

Like coming home and you don't know where you've been
Like black coffee
Like nicotine
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love

When the night has no end and the day yet to begin
As the room spins around I need your love
I need your love

Like a Phoenix rising needs a holy tree
Like the sweet revenge of a bitter enemy
I need your love
I need your love

Like the heat needs the sun
Like honey on her tongue
Like the muzzle of a gun
Like oxygen
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love

When the night has no end and the day yet to begin
As the room spins around I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love

Like thunder needs rain
Like the preacher needs pain
Like tongues of flame
Like a soup stain
Like a needle needs a vein
Like someone to blame
Like a thought unchained
Like a runaway train
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love

Like faith needs a doubt
Heat of love in the heart of it
Like a freeway out
Heat of love in the heart of it
I need your love
Heat of love in the heart of it
Like powder needs a spark
Heat of love in the heart of it
Like lies need the dark
Heat of love in the heart of it
I need your love
Heat of love in the heart of it
Heat of love in the heart of it
Heat of love in the heart of it
Heat of love in the heart of it
Heat of love in the heart of it
Heat of love in the heart of it
Heat of love in the heart of it
Heat of love in the heart of it
Heat of love in the heart of it
Heat of love in the heart of it
Heat of love in the heart of it
Heat of love in the heart of it
Heat of love in the heart of it
Heat of love in the heart of it
Heat of love in the heart of it
Heat of love in the heart of it
Heat of love in the heart of it
Heat of love in the heart of it
Heat of love in the heart of it
Heat of love in the heart of it
Heat of love

All Along the Watchtower

Movie version

There must be some way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion here
I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them know along the line
What any of this is worth

No reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are many among us
Who think that life is but a joke
You and I, we've been through that
That is not our fate
Let us not talk falsely now
Because the hour is getting late

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While horsemen came and went
Barefoot servants, too

Yeah
Rock’n’roll stops the traffic

All I got is a red guitar
Three chords and the truth
All I got is a red guitar
The rest is up to you

There's no reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are some among us here
Who say that life is just a joke
You and I, we've been through that
And that is not our fate, at least today
So let us not talk falsely now
Because the hour is getting late, late
Yeah, yeah

(This song was written by Bob Dylan)

Freedom For My People

Any type of brother
Every type of mother
I need some freedom
Freedom for my people
I want some freedom
For my people
Freedom for those people
Freedom for my people

(This song is performed by Sterling Magee and Adam Gussow)

Silver and Gold

In the shithouse a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town
Tin can town

No stars in the black night
Looks like the sky fall down
No sun in the daylight
Looks like it's chained to the ground
Chained to the ground

The warden said the exit is sold
If you want a way out
Silver and gold

Broken back to the ceiling
Broken nose to the floor
I scream at the silence, it's crawling
It crawls under the door
There's a rope around my neck
And there’s a trigger in a gun
Jesus say something
I am someone, I am someone
I am someone

Captains and kings in the ships hold
They came to collect
Silver and gold
Silver and gold

See the coming and the going
Seen them captains and the kings
See them navy blue uniforms
See them bright and shiny things
Bright, shiny things, yeah

The temperature is rising
The fever white hot
Mister, I ain't got nothing
But it's more than you got
Chains no longer bind me
Not the shackles at my feet
Outside are the prisoners
Inside the free
Set them free
Set them free

A prize fighter in a corner is told
Hit where it hurts
Silver and gold
Silver and gold

Yeah, silver and gold.
This song was written in a hotel room in New York City
Right about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven,
Was putting together a record of artists against apartheid
It’s a song written about a man in a shantytown outside of Johannesburg
A man who’s sick of looking down the barrel of white South Africa
A man who is at the point where he is ready to take up arms against his oppressor
A man who has lost faith in the peace makers of the west
While they argue and while they fail to support a man like Bishop Tutu
And his request for economic sanctions against South Africa
Am I bugging you
Don’t mean to bug ya
Ok Edge, play the blues

Angel of Harlem

It was a cold and wet December day
When we touched the ground at JFK
Snow was melting on the ground
On BLS I heard the sound of an angel
New York, like a Christmas tree
Tonight this city belongs to me, angel

Soul love, this love won't let me go
So long Angel of Harlem

Birdland on fifty-three
The street sounds like a symphony
We got John Coltrane and a love supreme
Miles, and she's got to be an angel
Lady Day got diamond eyes
She sees the truth behind the lies, angel

Soul love, this love won't let me go
So long Angel of Harlem
Angel of Harlem

She says it's heart, heart and soul
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Blue light on the avenue
God knows they got to you
An empty glass, the lady sings
Eyes swollen like a bee sting
Blinded, you lost your way
Through the side streets and the alleyway
Like a star exploding in the night
Falling to the city in broad daylight
An angel in Devil's shoes
Salvation in the blues
You never looked like an angel
Yeah yeah, Angel of Harlem

Angel, Angel of Harlem
Angel, Angel of Harlem
Angel, Angel of Harlem
Angel, Angel of Harlem
Oh yeah, it's alright
It's alright