Альбом Caedmon's Call

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Je Ra Ji Ra, Ji Ra, De Ji Ra, De Ji Ji Ji

Share the well, share with your brother
Share the well my friend
It takes a deeper well to love one another
Share the well my friend

Je Ra Ji Ra, Ji Ra, De Ji Ra, De Ji Ji Ji

Do you think the water knows
Flowing down the mountain thaw
Finally to find repose
For any soul who cares to draw
Some kindred keepers of this Earth
On their way to join the flow
Are cast aside and left to thirst
Tell me know it is not so

Share the well, share with your brother
Share the well my friend
It takes a deeper well to love one another
Share the well my friend

All God's creatures share the water hole
The bleesed day the monsoon comes
And in His image we are woven
Every likeness every one
From Kashmir to Karala
Under every banyan tree
Mothers for their children cry
With empty jar and bended knee

Share the well, share with your brother
Share the well my friend
It takes a deeper well to love one another
Share the well my friend

Je Ra Ji Ra, Ji Ra, De Ji Ra, De Ji Ji Ji

You know I've heard good people say
There's nothing I can do
That's half a world away
Well maybe you've got money
Maybe you've got time
Maybe you've got the Living Well
That ain't every running dry

Share the well, share with your brother
Share the well my friend
It takes a deeper well to love one another
Share the well my friend

Share the well, share with your brother
Share the well my friend
It takes a deeper well to love one another
Share the well my friend

Je Ra Ji Ra, Ji Ra, De Ji Ra, De Ji Ji Ji

Left his seamless robe behind
Woke up in a stable crying
Lived and died and rose again
Savior for a guilty land

It's a story like a children's tune
And it's grown familiar as the moon
So now I ride my camel high
And I'm aiming for the needle's eye

I chased the wind, but I chased in vain
I chased the earth, but it would not sustain

There's only one who never fails
To beckon the morning light
There's only one who sets loose the gales
And ties the trees down tight
When all around my soul gives way
He is all my hope and stay
There's only one, only one Holy One

Lord, You are my Prince of Peace
But this war brings me to my knees
See there's a table You've prepared
And all my enemies are there
But where my Shepherd leads
Where else can I go
Who else fills my cup till it overflows

There's only one who never fails
To beckon the morning light
There's only one who sets loose the gales
And ties the trees down tight
When all around my soul gives way
He is all my hope and stay
There's only one, only one Holy One

There's only one who never fails
To beckon the morning light
There's only one who sets loose the gales
And ties the trees down tight
To the Solid Rock I fly
Though He bids me come and die
There's only one, only one Holy One

There's only one who never fails
To beckon the morning light
There's only one who sets loose the gales
And ties the trees down tight
When all around my soul gives way
He is all my hope and stay
And there's only one, only one Holy One

Meri zindagi ki malik, tumhen mera shukria
Meri zindagi ki malik, tumhen mera shukria

Tum ne mujhe banaya, tumhen mera...

Father God, you have shed your tears for Mother India
They have fallen to water ancient seeds
That will grow into hands that touch the untouchable
How blessed are the poor, the sick, the weak

Father, forgive me, for I have not believed
Like Mother India, I have groaned and grieved
Father, forgive me, I forgot Your grace
Your Spirit falls on India and captured me in Your embrace

The Serpent spoke and the world believed its venom
Now we're ten to a room or compared to magazines

Father, forgive me, for I have not believed
Like Mother India, I have groaned and grieved
Father, forgive me, I forgot Your grace
Your Spirit falls on India and captured me in Your embrace

There's a land where our shackles turn to diamonds
Where we trade in our rags for a royal crown
In that place, our oppressors hold no power
And the doors of the King are thrown wide

Father, forgive me, for I have not believed
Like Mother India, I have groaned and grieved
Father, forgive me, I forgot Your grace
Your Spirit falls on India and captured me in Your embrace

Can I take your picture, put it in my billfold?
You'll never believe where I will take you
Can I have your headband, put it in my suitcase?
I'm always gone before I think to thank you
I'm a soul that wanders in the field between the Hyatt and the Leela
Empty as a tiffin in the afternoon

You know a perfect love (Maybe I'll stay here)
Is a world without hunger (Maybe I'll take you home)
You know a perfect love (Where do we go from here?)
Is a world without hunger

Freckles on your forehead, twinkle in your eye
You look just like my true love
Is she in your village, when can I meet her?
She's so indigenously dressed, you're so indigenously dressed
I'm a thumb that wanders through the pages of the National Geographic
Staring at my cell phone in an airport lounge

You know a perfect love (Maybe I'll stay here)
Is a world without hunger (Maybe I'll take you home)
You know a perfect love (Where do we go from here?)
Is a world without hunger

You know a perfect love is a world without hunger
I've never seen it, I've never heard of it before
But I keep on looking for a world without hunger
One, two, one, two three...
Cricket for baseball, polo for golf
Curry for ketchup and barbecue sauce
I'm lookin' to find a reason to shine, waitin' in rickshaws, standing in line
Or wandering through the field between the Hyatt and the Leela
Empty as a tiffin, I said as empty as a tiffin

You know a perfect love (Maybe I'll stay here)
Is a world without hunger (Maybe I'll take you home)
You know a perfect love (Where do we go from here?)
Is a world without hunger

I did not catch her name
I did not catch her tears
But they hit me like a train
When her story hit my ears
Mother of eight sons
Father off to war
Got no home address
Just bricks on a dirt floor
And she said, “Jesus is all I need”

Tiny plot of land
Corn stored up in piles
The years it doesn't rain
They just stay hungry for a while
With no fatted calf to kill
She made a feast of cuy and corn and said
Who else knew my name before
The day that I was born
Jesus is all I need
Jesus is all I need

And she bragged about her boys
And how they're growing into men
And how the learned to praise the Lord
Old style Ecuadorian
But to buy the new guitar
We had to sell the swine
See my boys go to school on a foreign angel's dime

This world calls me poor
I bore my babies on this floor
But He always provides
Sure as the sun will rise
So I sing Him songs of praise
‘Cause I know He keeps me in His gaze

Rain fell from the sky
We raced back to the van
Tears in the eyes
Of this poor forgetful man
Mother of eight sons
She knows the peace of God
Lord, help me learn to lean on
Thy staff and Thy rod

Jesus is all I need
Jesus is all I need
Jesus is all I need
Jesus is all I need

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Hola, me llamo Efrain
I was born among the agave
All I need is this transistor radio
I am in a band, it's a family band
With the brothers in the years above me
And now we have a song that we'd like to play you

He sang, "Volcano
We're living in the shade of the volcano
The Volcano
We're living in the shade of the volcano"

A bumpy ride on the buss to the amber hill
I was feeling like a hundred pesos
But something in my soul was certainly there to stay
And nothing on the hill goes without
Their beloved mother's say-so
So everything is alright, everything is O.K.

She said, "Volcano
You're living in the shade of the volcano
The Volcano
El Señor es siempre bueno"

Home for me is beneath the pine trees
That grow to be about sixty feet tall
And on the back of the SUVs is a mustang sticker
And a feeling that never leaves you alone

Volcano
You're living in the shade of the volcano
The Volcano
You're living in the shade of the volcano
The Volcano
You're living in the shade of the volcano
The Volcano
El Señor es siempre bueno

High above the valley of Quito
An old man and his bride grow roses
Red and yellow, white and golden
To him they are precious as children

Their daughter, she moved to America
One more brick in the tower of Babel
She has a son that they've never seen at all
They're praying that they raised her well

On the mountain high
They will live and die
As time just slips away
And the children grow
In the God they know
As time just slips away

A man, his bride, his children, and his roses
Planted in faith, watered in tears
Honey, that's all they have and they're happier here
Than any of our friends back home
They met Jesus, and they really know Him

On the mountain high
They will live and die
As time just slips away
And the children grow
In the God they know
As time just slips away

Now I'm back at home, all alone,
And I'm trying to find my thoughts
That old man's so inspiring,
But the TV's always on
And the phone, it won't stop ringing,
These bills, they keep on screaming
They're paying for all the things
That we never really needed

And I wonder what he's doing right now
Maybe walking through his simple field,
And thinking about how
God has blessed him so
A man, his bride, his children, and his roses

On the mountain high
They will live and die
As time just slips away
And the children grow
In the God they know
As time just slips away...

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The rain in Bombay falls on the righteous and the wrong
And there is no way for me to understand
Faces pull toward me like the sea to the moon
Eyes like diamonds in the sun
Abraham's grains of sand spilling over the streets
A wave of statistics

The rain in Bombay feeds the swelling of the sea
It threatens to drown all the voices drowning me
We stand beneath the gateway of the foreign kings and queens
With nothing but pockets of candy
I look up to the sky and see the stars hanging from
The promises, the promises of God

Hollywood, Bollywood, London, and Chicago
Lord, all the places you have placed us
I was born in a small town, and I feel like a small man
Looking out the windows of this Bombay bus

The rain in Bombay falls on the righteous and the wrong
And there is no way for me to understand
Obscene idols, rickshaw cycles, cows on the highway
Honey, all the things that I have seen
But most amazing of them all is the grace that we believe in
That we are known and love, loved and known

Hollywood, Bollywood, Tokyo, Nairobi
Lord, all the places you have placed us
I'm a child of the one God
The Spirit, Father, and Son
On each side of the windows of this Bombay bus

The rain in Bombay …

Huddled in the light of a cellular billboard
A family of four is a nation at war
In her head are the echoes of weeping
Of children the Sunday before

The promises made by her father
Are no match for hunger's incline

And she fell to her knees as she cried
In the Innocent's corner I'll hide
You came around and lifter her up with the angels beside
Would she be denied?

Ours is a land with a terrible shortage
Of harvests to share and breathable air
And a reason to live could be too hard to find
Like a wage or a dime

But we sit here debating the meaning of justice
With self-righteous spin and an upper caste grin
We're still suffocating on quicksand indifference
Where no choice is ever that hard

And she fell to her knees as she cried
In the Innocent's corner she'll hide
You came around and lifted her up with the angels beside

The promises made by her Father
Would curb any hunger inside

And she fell to her knees as she cried
In the Innocent's corner she'll hide
You came around and lifted her up with the angels beside

Stray dogs in the airport bark
Tail curled up like a question mark
And all the people scatter
Rats in the gutter scare Sarala
Ta ta le le
Ta ta le le

Sarala holds her daddy's hand
Sarala meets her daddy's land
Sarala, Sarala

Ricksha walla begs the question
Are all these red lights just suggestions
Oh, it's gonna be OK
They know dead men can't pay, Sarala
Ta ta le le
Ta ta le le

Sarala holds her daddy's hand
Sarala meets her daddy's land
Sarala, Sarala

Jesus found your grandfather there
I heard him say these cows aren't sacred
They're just in the way
And he was beat down
On this street you're walking now
North Carolina will never be the same
For the girl with her grandmother's name
Ta ta le le
Ta ta le le

Sarala holds her daddy's hand
Sarala meets her daddy's land
Sarala, Sarala, Sarala

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I woke to the sirens of the city
They were calling me to hold my head up high
But the truth was in the dust that hangs like curtains
From the beggars to the sky

The ads and billboards rained in every language
The message every politician knows
When we're fed that we are nothing we'll believe it
And then do what we are told

The spark of the divine
I see it in your eyes
It's there behind the lies that tie you down

On the wings of the morning
Hope is rising
In the darkest night
Your love and light prevail

Ask any good detective, he will tell you
It's the eyes that always give the truth away
And in yours I see the feat that's bound and gagged you
With no hope for escape

It's true that we are fallen as an angel
But you and me, we're also holy as a prayer
Made in the image of a giver and a lover
Who left His throne to come down here

The spark of the divine
I see it in your eyes
It's there behind the lies that tie you down

On the wings of the morning
Hope is rising
In the darkest night
Your love and light prevail

We will rise on the wings of the morning
Though we hide, hide in the shadows of the night
There is hope, hope in the hands that have made us
And are holding us tight…

Hope is rising … on the wings of the morning
Hope is rising … in the shadows of the night
Hope is rising … from the hands that have made us
And are holding us tight …

Sing from the village, sing from the town
(Sub kooch ho sak-ee dey)
Sing everyone who has been cast down
(Sub kooch ho sak-ee dey)
Emancipate, emancipate, Prime Minister, emancipate
Emancipate, emancipate, Prime Minister, emancipate

Sweeping, weaving, tilling the Earth
(Sub kooch ho sak-ee dey)
Show me the man to deny our worth
(Sub kooch ho sak-ee dey)
Free the Dalit, free the Dalit, Prime Minister, free the Dalit
Free the Dalit, free the Dalit, Prime Minister, free the Dalit

Sub kooch ho sak-ee dey
Sub kooch ho sak-ee dey
Sub kooch ho sak-ee dey
Skin of the buffalo declared unclean
(Sub kooch ho sak-ee dey)
Heed Ambedkar, heed Ambedkar, Prime Minister, heed Ambedkar
Heed Ambedkar, heed Ambedkar, Prime Minister, heed Ambedkar

God made every man forward and free
(Sub kooch ho sak-ee dey)
Rich man, poor man, every man free
(Sub kooch ho sak-ee dey)
Politically, socially, everybody free
(Sub kooch ho sak-ee dey)
Rich man, poor man, everybody free
(Sub kooch ho sak-ee dey)
Caste is a lie, caste is a lie, Prime Minister, caste is a lie
Caste is a lie, caste is a lie, Prime Minister, caste is a lie

Emancipate, emancipate, Prime Minister, emancipate
Free the Dalit, free the Dalit, Prime Minister, free the Dalit
Heed Ambedkar, heed Ambedkar, Prime Minister, heed Ambedkar
Caste is a lie, caste is a lie, Prime Minister, caste is a lie

Sub kooch ho sak-ee dey
Sub kooch ho sak-ee dey
Sub kooch ho sak-ee dey
Sub kooch ho sak-ee dey