Альбом Cowboy Junkies

(Bob Dylan)Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth
He can do with it as he please
And if things don't change soon, he will
Oh, man has invented his doom
First step was touching the moon
Now there's a woman on my block
She just sit there as the night grow still
She say who gonna take away his license to killNow, they take him and they teach him
And they groom him for life
And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill
Then they bury him with stars
Sell his body like they do used cars
Now there's a woman on my block
She just sit there facin' the hill
She say who gonna take away his license to killNow, he's hell bent for destruction
He's afraid and confused
And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill
All he believes are his eyes
And his eyes they just tell him lies
But there's a woman on my block
Sitting there in a cold chillShe say who gonna take away his license to killMay be noisemaker, spirit maker
Heartbreaker, backbreaker
Leave no stone unturned
May be an actor in a plot
That might be all that you got
Till your error you clearly learnNow he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool
And when he sees his reflection he's fulfilled
Oh, man is opposed to fair play
He wants it all and he wants it his way
Now, there's a woman on my block
She just sit there as the night grow still
She say who gonna take away his license to kill

(Traditional)He was just a blue-eyed boston boy
His voice was low with pain
I'll do your bidding commrad mine
If i ride back again
But if you ride back and i am dead
You'll do as much for me
Mother, you know, must hear the news
So write to her tenderlyShe's a-waiting at home like a patient saint
Her fallen face paled with woe
Her heart would be broken when i am gone
I'll see her soon, i know.
Just then the order came to charge
For an instant hand touched hand
They sayed "aye" and away they rode
That brave and devoted bandStraight was the course to the top of the hill
And the rebels they shot and shelled
Plowed furroughs of death through the toiling ranks
And guarded them as they fell
There soon was a horrible dying yell
From heights that they could not gain
And those who doom and death had spared
Rode slowly back againBut among the dead that were left on the hill
Was the boy with curly hair
The tall dark man who fought by his side
Lay dead beside him there
Well there was was no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
The words that her lover had said
While mother at home is awaiting her boy
She'll only know he's dead
She'll only know he's dead

September skies,
Bodies falling
Never again will you catch me admiring
Those vast september skies.October skies,
Hate is flying.
Crimson leaves slowly falling
From azure october skies.Time to kill our children
And sing about it.
Let's all kill our children
And sing about it.November skies,
Heart is sinking.
No telling where they're leading
These grey november skies.Time to kill our children
And sing about it.
Let's all kill our children
And sing about it.December skies, star will be rising.
Will we heed those lessons ringing
Through those dark december skies.Time to kill our children
And sing about it.
Let's all kill our children
And sing about it.

Try to find the reference
It makes no difference to me.
Draw your own conclusions,
Add to my confusion if you please.
The time for concessions
And midnight confessions is long gone.
I'll sit here in the silence
And wait for all the violence to engulf me.I hate to take the easy way out, now people,
But options are closing down fast.
More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of.Vengeance has been tasted,
Hatred cultivated,
Its an old game.
Everyone gets fatter,
People choose what matters,
There's no shame.I hate to take the easy way out, now people,
But options are closing down fast.
More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of.Simple as a folk tale,
Deadly as a stairwell,
It surrounds you.
Stupid men and bastards
Always bite their masters.
They will get you.I hate to take the easy way out, now people,
But options are closing down fast.
More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of.This world dreams of¡­¡­

(Bruce Springsteen)Saigon, it was all gone
The same coke machines as the streets i grew on
Down a mesquite canyon we come walking along the ridge
Me and the brothers under the bridgeCampsite's an hour's walk from the nearest road to town
Up here there's too much brush and canyon for the chp choppers to touch down
Ain't lookin' for nothin', just wanna live
Me and the brothers under the bridgeCome the santa ana's, man, that dry brush'll light
Billy devon got burned up in his own campfire one winter night
We buried his body in the white stone high up along the ridge
Me and the brothers under the bridgeHad enough of town and the street life
Over nothing you end up on the wrong end of someone's knife
Now i don't want no trouble and i ain't got none to give
Me and the brothers under the bridgeI come home in '72
You were just a beautiful light in your mama's dark eyes of blue
I stood down on the tarmac, i was just a kid
Me and the brothers under the bridgeCome veteran's day i sat in the stands in my dress blues
I held your mother's hand when they passed with the red, white and blue
One minute you're right there . . . Then something slips . . .

(Bruce Springsteen)Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall
Mama's in the kitchen, baby and all
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missingCoffee cups on the counter, jackets on the chair
Papers on the doorstep, you're not there
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missingPictures on the nightstand, tv's on in the den
Your house is waiting, your house is waiting
For you to walk in, for you to walk in
But you're missing, you're missingYou're missing when i shut out the lights
You're missing when i close my eyes
You're missing when i see the sun rise
You're missingChildren are asking if it's alright
Will you be in our arms tonight?Morning is morning, the evening falls i got
Too much room in my bed, too many phone calls
How's everything, everything?
Everything, is everything you're missing, you're missingGod's drifting in heaven, devil's in the mailbox
I got dust on my shoes, nothing but teardrops

(Richie Havens)You can talk about your neighbor
You can grab him by the collar
You can hurt him only if he hollers
"let me go¡­let me go"But we all know that's old-fashioned
And it can only lead to pain
Where we might end up on the corner
Taking handouts in the rainYou can bomb your foreign brother
You can hurt him until he dies
You can kill him until he never asks you why
You're on his land¡­you're on his landBut we all know that's all over
And that can only lead to blame
Where we might end up for our country
Taking handouts in the rainYou can trample on your sister
You can hurt her only if she cries
You can hurt her only if she cares
With all her heart¡­with all her heartBut we all know she'd be a mother
And that could only lead to shame
Where she might end up for her children
Taking handouts in the rainTeach your children stories
You can fill them full of lies
You can make them all despise
One another¡­one anotherBut when they all find out later
And they call us by our rightful names
And send us shamefully to old age
Taking handouts in the rain
Taking handouts in the rain
Taking handouts in the rain

(George Harrison)Isn't it a pity
Now, isn't it a shame
How we break each other's hearts
And cause each other pain
How we take each other's love
Without thinking anymore
Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a pitySome things take so long
But how do i explain
When not too many people
Can see we're all the same
And because of all their tears
Their eyes can't hope to see
The beauty that surrounds them
Isn't it a pityIsn't it a pity
Isn't is a shame
How we break each other's hearts
And cause each other pain
How we take each other's love
Without thinking anymore
Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a pityForgetting to give back
Isn't it a pity
Forgetting to give back
Now, isn't it a pity

(Traditional)No more my lord
No more my lord
Lord i'll never turn back, no moreI have found in him
Many resting place
And he has made me gladNo more my lord
No more my lord
Lord i'll never turn back, no more.Jesus, the man i am looking for
Can you tell me where
He has gone?Go down, go down
In my flower yard
And perhaps you may find
Find him there.

(John Lennon)Well i don't wanna be a soldier mamma, i don't wanna die
Well i don't wanna be a sailor mamma, i don't wanna fly
Well i don't wanna be a failure mamma, i don't wanna cry
Well i don't wanna be a soldier mamma, i don't wanna die
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh noWell i don't wanna be a rich man mamma, i don't wanna cry
Well i don't wanna be a poor man mamma, i don't wanna fly
Well i don't wanna be a lawyer mamma, i don't wanna lie
Well i don't wanna be a soldier mamma, i don't wanna die
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh noWell i don't wanna be a beggar mamma, i don't wanna die
Well i don't wanna be a theif now mamma, i don't wanna fly
Well i don't wanna be a churchman mamma, i don't wanna cry
Well i don't wanna be a soldier mamma, i don't wanna die
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
Hit it!Well i don't wanna be a soldier mamma, i don't wanna die
Well i don't wanna be a sailor mamma, i don't wanna fly
Well i don't wanna be a failure mamma, i don't wanna cry
Well i don't wanna be a soldier mamma, i don't wanna die
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh noI'm tilting on the break of shit
Decisions making in my life
Makes me loose it i ain't taking it this way i ain't making it
There n mistakes but if i'm wrong i will pay for it
Like them bills i hate to pay
Today i stay brave to win every day i'm a soldier
I don't wanna die. I ain't know killer either
So why does mama cry?
She needs to feed her child
But she's a child in her father's eyes
Ya'll better recognize
The power parents recking with
Does it make sense to make way for censorship?
It's brains we messing with
Across the planes we got kids n chains and whips
Who live their lives censor less but we couldn't give a shit.
I don't wanna lie
Cheaters will cheat
Some will rather reach jesus
Before meeting defeat
I think it's easy to see i you be seeing these streets
Sometimes my eyes
Can't believe what they see,
On tv, young like me sent over seas
Sent over greed i believe
Is this what we need?
Yo these guys like me.
To add fire to the fuel
Life twisted my views
Just from flicking the news
I gives me the early 21st century blues
But we making it threw
Make what you make it
You can't redo what you do
I'm the living proof making it threw the 21st century blues
Peace.

(U2)Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you now
You've got someone to blameYou say one love one life
When its one need in the nightone love we get to share it
It leaves you baby if you dont care for itDid i disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go withoutWell it's too late tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to carry each other carry each other oneHave you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play jesus
To the lepers in your head?Did i ask too much more than a lot
You gave me nothing now it's all i got
We're one but we're not the same
Well we hurt each other then we do it againYou say love is a temple, love a higher law
Love is a temple, love the higher law
You ask me to enter, but then you make me
And i can't be holding on to what
When all you got is hurt one love one blood
One life you got to do what you should
One life with each othersisters brothers
One life but we're not the same
We get tocarry each other carry each other one