Lyric Of The Week

There’s flies in the kitchen 
I can hear ‘em they’re buzzin’ 
And I ain’t done nothin’ 
since I woke up today 

How the hell can a person 
Go to work in the mornin’ 
And come home in the evenin’ 
And have nothin’ to say 

Make me an angel 
That flies from Montgomery 
Make me a poster 
Of an old rodeo 

Just give me one thing 
That I can hold on to 
To believe in this livin’ 
Is just a hard way to go

And now I’m walkin’
This street on my own
But she’s with me
Everywhere I go

I found an angel
I found my place
And can only thank God
it was not too late

There some bad news going round
Our whole world turning’s upside down
Dreams are shattered, hearts are broken
Hope is shot down on the ground

And sorrow takes its toll now
In the dark night of your soul

It’s not the first time; won’t be the last time
We have lost on the battleground
In the struggle there’ll be sad times
When the haters take us down

Keep your eyes fixed on the goal now
In the dark night of your soul

And when all your hope is gone
That’s the time to carry on

So keep your light on
Vow to fight on
Through the dark night of your soul

Some of them were angry
At the way the earth was abused
By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power
And they struggled to protect her from them
Only to be confused
By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour

I’ve been made blue, I’ve been lied to
When will I be loved
I’ve been turned down, I’ve been pushed ‘round
When will I be loved

When I meet a new girl that I want for mine
She always breaks my heart in two, it happens every time
I’ve been cheated, been mistreated
When will I be loved

I used to have a job
but they shut it down
Put the blame on the union (like they always do)
and now it’s in some foreign town
I’m done crying
I’ve got no more tears
You can’t use me anymore
At least now I know where I stand
But you won’t take away my dignity
cause I’m still a man

They took the house
when I lost my job
Left us out in the street (yes they did)
Why’d you pick us to rob?
I’m done crying
I’ve got no more tears
I can’t give you anymore money
At least now I know where I stand
But you won’t take away my dignity
cause I am still a man

Girl with hair of flaming red
Seeking perfect lover
For to lie down on her feather bed
Soft secrets to uncover

Must be gentle, must be strong
With disposition sunny
Just as faithful as the day is long
And careful with his money

And so the open letter read
The news boy did deliver
Three months later plans were made to wed
Down by the King James river

Lo, the season may come
Lo, the season may go
What love has joined together
Will forever be made whole
When the master calls the roll