Father why are they screaming lyrics

Speak up! Illuminate their plans. Prepare the Way Prepare the Way! For the dead and the living. Mozelle I met Mozelle in the twenty-second year of my life. Sweet By and By Sanford F. Baby, I just been missing you. The Jesus Song I was sitting on my porch last evening singing songs and feeling high. How you been? Put on a good show! She sends the shadows dancing with the fading light. A man had better keep his wits close and his eyes shut tight.

Just truths, untold. Climbed castle wall just to gaze upon blue, felt your song there. They bleed into water and sink far below. Will this heart of stone ever yield?

The ax is already at the root of the trees. Never Seen a Ghost [single]. Nine months there's a baby girl She'll grow up hated but she won't grow old I ain't never seen a ghost in this old house. To the Moon and BAck [single]. You may fall, but you'll get up You can't fail if you don't stop And I love you to the moon and back. And though I know this life is hard I'll be with you from the start, my love. I Got Trouble I got trouble, I got trouble.

Woe to the nations and kings of the earth When heaven comes down for the final re-birth Taking our place with the Ancient of Days Ruling the kingdom of light Woe to the nations and kings of the earth When heaven comes down for the final re-birth Taking our place with the Ancient of Days Ruling the kingdom of light The kingdom of light!

Countdown To The Revolution I've got a reason for living, I've got my eye on the sky I know my sins are forgiven, and now I'm ready to die When I survey all the madness, on the face of the earth There's got to be retribution, to put an end to the curse Countdown to the revolution Don't you know judgment day is at hand? Countdown to the revolution Can't you see it's a part of the plan? Take the law from the mountain, run to the book of life With an army of angels, He will spare your life Countdown to the revolution Don't you know judgment day is at hand?

Countdown to the revolution It's your life in the palm of your hand Countdown to the revolution In the light, are you ready to stand? Countdown to the revolution Don't you know judgment day is at hand? Rat Race Like the movers and the shakers, I can feel the pressure burn Like you, I'm caught up in the race I'm addicted to the rush, under stress, a prisoner And I don't even know my name Sometimes I feel like I've been wasting precious time Life passes by when you're slaving to the grind What really matters when I cross the finish line Am I wasting my life?

When I'm reaching for the answers I can never trust my lust I'm only reaping what I sow If I'm a lover of the money, I will never have enough Can't take it with you when you go Right now I feel like I've been wasting precious time Life passes by when you're slaving to the grind What really matters when I cross the finish line I know I'm wasting my life Caught up in a rat race, playing in the devil's game Living in the fast lane, and I'm burning the flame Caught up in a rat race, playing in the devil's gave Living in the fast lane, and I'm feeling the strain On my life, my life, on my life!

I can't take it any longer I can not take much more, oh, no! I won't waste it any longer My life is mine no more I'm caught up in a rat race, playing in the devil's game Living in the fast lane, and I'm burning the flame Caught up in a rat race, playing in the devil's gave Living in the fast lane, and I'm feeling the strain I'm caught up in a rat race, playing in the devil's game Living in the fast lane, and I'm burning the flame Caught up in a rat race, playing in the devil's gave Living in the fast lane, and it's time for a change In my life, my life, in my life!

There's a fiberglass castle in Wisconsin where kids race go-karts around a moat. Once we went up there in December when every water-slide and fudge shop was closed. Hoping to feel love under the icicles. All we did was drink in an empty bar. But, stumbling drunk we crawled back to our motel room and I fell against you and felt your beating heart. Snow was slowly falling on the ice machine and the moon shone hazy through the pines.

But, there were lounge chairs thrown into the empty pool and a dog chained to a tree barking at the sky. Down the basement steps under the house. Down, down in the ground.

White cows are limping. The black dog barks. Crickets are screaming. Smoke in the barn. Just like a field snake eating a mouse. Just like a blue gill, hook through its mouth. Cry for the toy trains lost in the snow. Cry for the dead deer surrounded by crows. You call me softly down in the dark.

Down where the red worms circle like sharks. Under the black mud in your quiet house you have prepared my place to lie down. A house in the rock where sorrows drown. Old man or baby make no more sound. Throwing bits of stale bread to the last speckled doves, he never even felt his shoe full of blood. Delirious with pain, his bedroom walls began to glow and he felt himself soaring up through falling snow.

And the sky was a woman's arms. A boy with a club foot had sat next to him in school. Once upon a summer's day they went wandering through the woods. They spotted a sleeping swan on the banks of a muddy stream and they stormed it with rocks till it collapsed in the reeds. They lay out on the green lawn full of chocolate and lemonade, but under the blue bowl the giant was afraid because the sky was a woman's arms.

I feel you rushing through my veins like the wind rushing through the trees. You're a string of tiny glass beads. You're a burning star I keep in a jar safe from the wind in the trees. Then insects ran for the underbrush as the wind filled the air with dead leaves and every stone moved closer to dust as the wind tore through the trees. So the young girl pierced her lily-white breast.

Her blood poured over dark weeds. A silver dagger through her burning heart, cold as the wind in the trees. So the boy picked up that bloody knife and stove it through his chest. I'll die with the one I love best. And as the black clouds roll above, white pines crack like glass.

Walking under those swaying trees, branches bowed with ice, I wanted one to fall on me, to pin me in the snow. That silver forest reminded me of you and how I kissed you and I fell down to the bottom of a well. Down a dirt road west of El Paso, behind a burning barn, I stumbled on a horse's bones bleaching in the sand.

But, when I reached down to touch the skull underneath my hand a stream of orange lizards poured out from the bone-white mouth. That empty mouth reminded me of you and how I kissed you and I fell down to the bottom of a well. Her boyfriend Ted ate hot dogs and wept with the gray rats out on the fire escape. In a thrift store chair I drank cases of beer and dreamed of lying down on the el tracks. The trains roared by under smoke-gray skies.

Lake Michigan rose and fell like a bird. And when the wind screamed up Ashland Avenue, the corner bars were full by noon and the old stew-bums sliding down their stools ate boiled eggs and fed beer to the dogs. The woman downstairs lost all her hair and wore a beret in the laundry room. I borrowed her soap and bought her a Coke, but she left it on a dryer. She died in June weighing Her boyfriend went back to New York.

The cops wandered through her dusty rooms. One of them stole her TV. I came upon a river. I thought about what you said and couldn't stop it flowing and running through my head. You said that I'd been changing and never seemed to laugh, but I can't recall the last time you smiled and it's tearing me in half. I want to run and tell you the thoughts that are in my head, but I don't think that you'd believe a single word I said.

The river's water runs so cool it calms my burning skin. It takes away my aching thoughts and cleanses all my sin. So let it flow on, take me down, to sleep that quiet sleep. And roll my body back to you—my love you may always keep. Down that foggy road the moon burns red as flame, weeds snap in the rain, dogs are dragged off in the flood.

Bury me here in the silvery mist. Bury me here with the spiders and fish. Down that foggy road black bears crawl to sleep, tree sap slowly seeps and the sunrise never comes. He staggers and reels, runs up credit card bills and clogs up the toilet with bottles of pills.

Here in the bipolar ward if you shower you get a gold star, but I'm not going far till the Haldol kicks in—until then, until then— I'm strapped to this fucking twin bed and I won't get any cookies or tea till I stop quoting Nietzsche and brush my teeth and comb my hair.

Days pass slow in slippers and robe, but my ghost still bangs on the roof like John the Baptist in the rain while the nurses play Crazy Eights. Lake Geneva You are crouched before the fire in a state park by the highway and through the heavy pine trees ten-ton trucks go groaning by. Like the screams of your Aunt Barbara who went crazy in the '70's, wrote poems to Jimmy Carter but forgot to feed her kids. But, it's the first time you're together since he got out of the hospital.

Raccoons in the darkness drag off your hot dogs buns. But, you're happy just to lie there in a plastic tent from Wal-Mart like sticks and fallen dead leaves to feed the fire of the world. Because which is more important, to comfort an old woman or see visions of the heavens in the stumps of fallen trees? Albert Einstein trembled when he saw that time was water, seeping through the rafters to put out this burning world.

Next morning you're at Waffle House. Toast and eggs and hash browns. Truckers chain-smoke Camels over plastic cups of juice. And you remember how he cried when they strapped him to the stretcher, convinced his arms were burning with electricity from heaven.

You remember how he told you that black holes were like Jesus. And the crucifix was a battery that filled the air with fire. Winnebago Skeletons There's a fish in my stomach a thousand years old. Can't swim a full circle, the water's too cold. Burnt out cars in my fingers, conveyor belts flow, right angles and steam whistles, nothing can grow.

A big-antlered deer stepping into the road, a beautiful woman with her head in the stove. The skyscrapers crumble heavy with rats. The wind's full of beer cans and whiffle ball bats.

This fish in my stomach wears a full length mink, but his teeth float in sherry in a jar by the sink. He's the withered remains of Rin Tin Tin taking his new Cadillac out for a spin. The endless sea of traffic lights never make a sound like Ben Franklin's electric kite crashing to the ground and the Winnebago skeletons beneath this bankrupt town. Drunk by Noon There once was a poodle who thought he was a cowboy, but he lived in a cage the size of his thumb. And, though his white horse was a box of toothpicks, he galloped around until hit by a car.

Sometimes I flap my arms like a hummingbird just to remind myself I'll never fly. Sometimes I burn my arms with cigarettes just to pretend I won't scream when I die. Sometimes I can't wait to come down with cancer. At least then I'll get to watch tv all day. And on my deathbed I'll get all the answers even if all my questions are taken away. If my life was as long as the moon's, I'd still be jealous of the sun.

If my life lasted only one day, I'd still be drunk by noon. The House Carpenter Lyric: traditional Well met, well met said an old true love. Well met, said he.

I'm just returning from the salt, salt sea, all for the love of thee. Come in, come in my old true love and have a seat with me. It's been three-fourths of a long, long year since together we have been.