Queen of the Devil's Rodeo - Lyrics
Music Man
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
His hair’s as dark as a thorny thicket
His brown eyes are my one-way ticket, uh, oh
He plays guitar like a clumsy lover
His fingers they do much better beneath the covers, uh, oh
Hey music man, I know, I know
We’re married to the goddamn road, oh
Hey music man, I know, I know
You’d still like to take me home
I can’t stop thinking ‘bout his sizable charm
He comes from Kansas City; He’s skinny & tall
He spins me right ‘round like a record ‘til dawn
Help me, I’m starting to
Think I might be starting to fall
(instrumental)
Oh, I can't stop thinking 'bout his sizable charm
He comes from Minneapolis, he's handsome and strong
He spins me right round like a record 'til dawn
Oh, help me I'm starting to, think I might be starting to fall
He plays guitar like a clumsy lover
His fingers they do much better beneath the covers, uh, oh
And on the drums, he ain’t too much better
But he always gets his rhythm when we get together, uh, oh
Hey music man, you know, you know
We’re married to the goddamn road, oh
I’d still like to take you home, though
I'd still like to take you home
Makes me holler scream & moan, oh…
But now we’ve gotta hit the road
******************************
Post-Rapture Blues
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
Got a real friend in Jesus
He’ll cure all of my woes
At least, that’s what they told me
So many times before
He’ll take all my troubles
All the way to the sky, by & by…(start uptempo)
…But he’s leaving all you goddamn sinners
On the earth to fry
He’ll heal all my sickness
Can’t take it no more
I can’t go to the doctor
Hell, I can’t afford
To even pay attention
So I’m counting on you, you, you
To take me away
From the Commies & the Gays & the Jews
Rapture me, Lord, I’ve got no place to stay
I been real ill, can’t pay my bills
So they took my car away, away-oh
Rapture me, my Lord
I gave all my money to the church
Like the Pastor said
Now I ain’t got bread
If you don’t come back on the 21st
A televangelist said it
So I know that it’s true
You’ll give us all mansions
If we give all our money to you
At least that’s what they told us
And I’m sure they don’t lie, lie, lie
Who cares about the earth
When you’re headed for the fucking sky
Rapture me, Lord, I’ve got no place to stay
I been real good, like a soldier should
But they took my car away, away-oh
Rapture me, my Lord
I gave all my money to the church
Like the Pastor said
Now I ain’t got bread
And I’m better off dead
If you don’t come back, on the 21st
Rapture me, Lord, I’ve got no place to stay
I been real ill, can’t pay my bills
And they took my car away, away-oh
Rapture me, my Lord
I gave all my money to the church
Like the Pastor said
Now I ain’t got bread
And I’m better off dead
They might chop off my head
If you don’t come back…on the 21st
Uh-oh
uh-oh
uh-oh…no…
******************************
Queen of the Devil's Rodeo
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
That Pastor John
He wears his hair real long
His eyes are greedy green
He makes the church folk scream for the Lord
He'll slay the devils down
When he comes through your town
He drives a big black car
Travelin' near and far
His suits are Japanese
He makes the young girls plead for the Lord
He likes to speak in tongues
He likes his virgins young
Well I think Pastor's such a mean, mean man
And he says I'm the queen of the devil's rodeo
He says he's my Adam and I'm just Eve
Still I beg, and I plead
to serve that Pastor
Hallelujah, amen!
Hallelujah, amen!
Let's pass that collection plate around
once again
That Pastor John
He's all Italian charm
He makes the church folk quake
He makes the young girls ache for the Lord
He likes to speak in tongues
He likes his virgins young
Well I think Pastor's such a mean, mean man
And he says I'm the queen of the devil's rodeo
But every time he rolls on back through town
I get down, on my knees
I get down on my knees
I get down on my knees
I get down on my knees and pray
And then…I get down on my knees
I get down on my knees and pray
and then…I get down on my knees…
and serve that Pastor
That pastor John
That pastor John
My master pastor
******************************
Baptism at Sweet Williams Lake
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
There goes my little darlin’ again
There goes my charming little friend
This town is so small I’m bound to see you again
Maybe that’s why I’ve been cryin’
They claim something beautiful lay
Just below the surface of Sweet William’s Lake
It’s priceless they say, but they sure make you pay
And maybe that’s why
Maybe that’s why
(Instrumental)
There goes my little darlin’ again
There goes my charming little friend
This cow town’s so small I’m bound to see you again
Maybe that’s why I’ve been cryin’
They claim something beautiful lay
Just below the surface of Sweet William’s Lake
It’s salvation they say, and they sure make you pay
And maybe that’s why
Maybe that’s why…
You pushed my head under water & my love swam goodbye...goodbye.
******************************
Juanita
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
There were keys in the door of the convenience store
But where was our friend Juanita?
The police came by then the F & BI
But they couldn't find poor Juanita
Poor, poor Juanita, Juanita
You didn't deserve to die
Poor, poor Juanita, Juanita
What a horrible way to die
What a horrible way to die
They found her in pieces in the woods by the creek
Where they swore they'd searched days before
They questioned her teachers and her in-law, the Preacher
And put up a great reward
But they never did solve the crime
The townsfolk all say that her ghost haunts the man
They never did solve the crime
Oh Juanita, Juanita please tell me your ghost haunts the man...
There were keys in the door of the convenience store
But where was our good friend Juanita?
The police tried to say that she'd just run away
But they found her in tiny pieces.
******************************
Sirens of the Mississippi
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
The sky looked lonely and impossible
The Memphis clouds began to cry
I ducked into a random bar and I caught his eye
Old man stared through me like I was some kind of far out creature
Still I smiled and sat nearby
He raised his glass and said, "This is how I pass the time"
He asked me if I was a siren, a Mississippi Queen
I said, "I'm from up north, but I know what you mean...
I've got that muddy river running through my blue veins"
He said the Sirens of the Mississippi are calling me for sure
I can hear their lullabies all the way from the shore
They look like beautiful angels, but they are the devil's horns
The Sirens of the Mississippi are calling me, for sure, for sure
Oooooh, la, la, la… (2x)
Hours later, I found myself down by the river
I called out to a ghost or two
When out from the river came a little lost boy singing "Hallelu"
He asked me if I was frightened, I shook my head no
He said he was warned by a ghost just before
He heard the siren song, but he dove off the shore
He said the Sirens of the Mississippi are calling me for sure
I can feel their icy finger on my neck, from the shore
They're speaking with the tongues of angels, but they are the devil's whores
The Sirens of the Mississippi are calling me, for sure, for sure
Late that night at Molly Fontaine's
tried to drink all my troubles away
Couldn't get what he said out of my fucking head…
And I was left with the thought that I may…die alone in Memphis
******************************
Gary got Arrested
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
Gary got arrested
And the rest is history
He pissed a lady cop off
At a show in Tennessee
He flipped her off
Then mooned her
So she brought him to the pen
Gary got arrested
And the cop got her revenge
Gary didn’t mean to do it
But he got so goddamn drunk
Took his fender by the neck
And swung it at some chump
When the po-lice showed up
Dear Gary did us proud
He tossed the bird
And the he dropped trou
Gary got arrested
And the rest is history
Tonight he’s wearing orange
At the county pen, you see
Was drinkin’ beer and whiskey
And doin’ shots all night
Gary got arrested
And the crowd was goin’ wild
Lady cop
Lady cop
Let our Gary go
Lady cop
Lady cop
Let our Gary go
Because he didn’t mean to do it
But he got so goddamn drunk
He took his fender by the neck
And swung it at some chump
When the po-lice showed up
Dear Gary did us proud
He tossed the bird
And the he dropped trou
Gary got arrested
And the rest is history
It nearly broke the band up
But we’re still here you see
He did a stint at Hazelden
And now he’s fancy free
Gary got arrested
And the rest is history
Gary got arrested
And the rest is history
******************************
A Balancing Act
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
Heartache is such a funny thing
Love's a clown in a circus ring
maybe I'm blinded by the spotlight
or tired of the climb
Up here on the trapeze
I look down below on my enemies
Talking in whispers
And hoping to see someone fall…
I'm feeling quite unbalanced
Casting all my cares behind me
Watch out for debris below
Casting off the chains that bind me
I've a few more left to go
Oh, the rush of the hush of the crowd
Makes it dangerous
I’m thinking too loud
When I’m trying to focus
Hoping to glide right on by…
I fear I’m getting nowhere
Casting all my cares behind me
Watch out for debris below
Conjuring the devils inside me
I've a few more left to meet and to know
Now they look at me
As I float through the world
They point to me and say
I'm the luckiest girl
They point to me and say
I'm the luckiest one
But I'm the loneliest one…
In this freak show of fun
Heartache is such a funny thing
Kill the clown but he’ll just rise up again
Strange how he’ll make you feel
Like you’re losing your mind
Up here on the trapeze
I look down below
on my enemies
Talking in whispers
And hoping to see someone fall…
I mustn't disappoint them
******************************
Hollywood Zombies
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
West coast dreaming' at Hollywood & Vine
If you got the goods, it happens all the time
cattle calls & waitressing, can you act & dance & sing
Pure hope's more addictive than cocaine in Hollywood
Rock star scheming, but at least you like to climb
and if you've got some money, honey we will waste your time
You're really nothing special here, despite the whispers in your ear
but we'll help you find a new prescription, dear, cause it's Hollywood
All day long, they'll eat your flesh alive
they'll start out with your toes, but they're going for your brains & eyes
all night long, pretending you're a star
Art is overrated when it leaves one cold and jaded as you are
Here in Hollywood
Swing low sweet chariot, come and take me to Hollywood
Swing low sweet chariot, want you to take me to Hollywood
cause I wanna go, just as fast as I can
Take me on back to the motherfucking brotherland that I love
but better take me slow…back to Hollywood
All day long, they'll eat your flesh alive
they'll start out with your toes, but they're going for your brains & eyes
all night long, pretending you're a star
I hate to break your reverie by blaming your naivety
of the pimps & the aristocracy in Hollywood
California dreamin' at Hollywood & Vine
girl you lost the goods, well, it happens all the time
you're old & tired of waitressing & it's the day of reckoning
but you can't hear the angels sing
no you can't hear much of anything in Hollywood
******************************
The Prisoner
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
Given your pain
you needed someone to blame
born into nothing more lethal than shame
so we've supplied
all the cobwebs and lies
to be reborn
is to be…certainly...
hypnotized
They didn't think we could take you away from here
They didn't quite understand you but we did
and then we trapped you so neatly
They didn't know you like we do
Didn't know you like we do
Didn't know the real you
They didn't know you
They didn't care about you anyway, anyway
They didn't count on our cunning and charm, my dear
They didn't think we could break you but we did
and then you thanked us so sweetly
They didn't know you like we do
Didn't know you like we do
Didn't know the real you
They didn't know you
They didn't care about you anyway, anyway
Li, li, la li la li (3X)
They didn't think we could take you away from here
They didn't quite understand you but we did
and then we trapped you completely
They didn't know you like we do
Didn't know you like we do
Didn't know the real you
They didn't know you
They didn't care about you anyway
They didn't know you like we know you
and they didn't care about you anyway
they didn't love you, love the real you
they didn't love you like we do
with shackles and with chains
******************************
Debtor's Prayer
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
In the morning, wipe my brow
Day and night I toil, I plow
gotta pay my debts somehow
show me how, lord, show me how
In the winter, I despair
I ask the Lord to hear my prayer
but I don't see him (or her) anywhere
are you there, Lord, are you there?
In the springtime, come what may
I overheard that preacher say
'God don't want them, anyway'
Still I pray, I sometimes pray
In the twilight of my youth
just past the darkness there is proof
I wonder if I paid my dues
Take me soon, Lord, take me soon
In the morning, wipe my brow
Day and night I toil, I plow
gotta pay my debts somehow
Show me how, Lord...or take me now
******************************
Ascension Song
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
One day soon I'm gonna rise above
and spread my wings as I'm reaching up
Past the trials of life and the pains of love
one day soon, I'm gonna rise, I'm gonna rise above
I've got the blue hounds of hell, sitting by my door
I've been cursed with this feelin' that nobody knows
but this pocket of hope says the wind's gonna carry me
pocket of hope says the wind's gonna carry me home
(instrumental)
One day soon I'm gonna rise above
and spread my wings as I'm reaching up
past the fantasies that I mistake for love
one day soon, I'm gonna rise, I'm gonna rise above
I've got the blue hounds of hell, sitting by my door
I've been cursed with this feelin', I've been here before
but this pocket of hope says the wind's gonna carry me
pocket of hope says the wind's gonna carry me
Up over dark skies and out of my misery
pocket of hope says the wind's gonna carry me home
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Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
His hair’s as dark as a thorny thicket
His brown eyes are my one-way ticket, uh, oh
He plays guitar like a clumsy lover
His fingers they do much better beneath the covers, uh, oh
Hey music man, I know, I know
We’re married to the goddamn road, oh
Hey music man, I know, I know
You’d still like to take me home
I can’t stop thinking ‘bout his sizable charm
He comes from Kansas City; He’s skinny & tall
He spins me right ‘round like a record ‘til dawn
Help me, I’m starting to
Think I might be starting to fall
(instrumental)
Oh, I can't stop thinking 'bout his sizable charm
He comes from Minneapolis, he's handsome and strong
He spins me right round like a record 'til dawn
Oh, help me I'm starting to, think I might be starting to fall
He plays guitar like a clumsy lover
His fingers they do much better beneath the covers, uh, oh
And on the drums, he ain’t too much better
But he always gets his rhythm when we get together, uh, oh
Hey music man, you know, you know
We’re married to the goddamn road, oh
I’d still like to take you home, though
I'd still like to take you home
Makes me holler scream & moan, oh…
But now we’ve gotta hit the road
******************************
Post-Rapture Blues
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
Got a real friend in Jesus
He’ll cure all of my woes
At least, that’s what they told me
So many times before
He’ll take all my troubles
All the way to the sky, by & by…(start uptempo)
…But he’s leaving all you goddamn sinners
On the earth to fry
He’ll heal all my sickness
Can’t take it no more
I can’t go to the doctor
Hell, I can’t afford
To even pay attention
So I’m counting on you, you, you
To take me away
From the Commies & the Gays & the Jews
Rapture me, Lord, I’ve got no place to stay
I been real ill, can’t pay my bills
So they took my car away, away-oh
Rapture me, my Lord
I gave all my money to the church
Like the Pastor said
Now I ain’t got bread
If you don’t come back on the 21st
A televangelist said it
So I know that it’s true
You’ll give us all mansions
If we give all our money to you
At least that’s what they told us
And I’m sure they don’t lie, lie, lie
Who cares about the earth
When you’re headed for the fucking sky
Rapture me, Lord, I’ve got no place to stay
I been real good, like a soldier should
But they took my car away, away-oh
Rapture me, my Lord
I gave all my money to the church
Like the Pastor said
Now I ain’t got bread
And I’m better off dead
If you don’t come back, on the 21st
Rapture me, Lord, I’ve got no place to stay
I been real ill, can’t pay my bills
And they took my car away, away-oh
Rapture me, my Lord
I gave all my money to the church
Like the Pastor said
Now I ain’t got bread
And I’m better off dead
They might chop off my head
If you don’t come back…on the 21st
Uh-oh
uh-oh
uh-oh…no…
******************************
Queen of the Devil's Rodeo
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
That Pastor John
He wears his hair real long
His eyes are greedy green
He makes the church folk scream for the Lord
He'll slay the devils down
When he comes through your town
He drives a big black car
Travelin' near and far
His suits are Japanese
He makes the young girls plead for the Lord
He likes to speak in tongues
He likes his virgins young
Well I think Pastor's such a mean, mean man
And he says I'm the queen of the devil's rodeo
He says he's my Adam and I'm just Eve
Still I beg, and I plead
to serve that Pastor
Hallelujah, amen!
Hallelujah, amen!
Let's pass that collection plate around
once again
That Pastor John
He's all Italian charm
He makes the church folk quake
He makes the young girls ache for the Lord
He likes to speak in tongues
He likes his virgins young
Well I think Pastor's such a mean, mean man
And he says I'm the queen of the devil's rodeo
But every time he rolls on back through town
I get down, on my knees
I get down on my knees
I get down on my knees
I get down on my knees and pray
And then…I get down on my knees
I get down on my knees and pray
and then…I get down on my knees…
and serve that Pastor
That pastor John
That pastor John
My master pastor
******************************
Baptism at Sweet Williams Lake
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
There goes my little darlin’ again
There goes my charming little friend
This town is so small I’m bound to see you again
Maybe that’s why I’ve been cryin’
They claim something beautiful lay
Just below the surface of Sweet William’s Lake
It’s priceless they say, but they sure make you pay
And maybe that’s why
Maybe that’s why
(Instrumental)
There goes my little darlin’ again
There goes my charming little friend
This cow town’s so small I’m bound to see you again
Maybe that’s why I’ve been cryin’
They claim something beautiful lay
Just below the surface of Sweet William’s Lake
It’s salvation they say, and they sure make you pay
And maybe that’s why
Maybe that’s why…
You pushed my head under water & my love swam goodbye...goodbye.
******************************
Juanita
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
There were keys in the door of the convenience store
But where was our friend Juanita?
The police came by then the F & BI
But they couldn't find poor Juanita
Poor, poor Juanita, Juanita
You didn't deserve to die
Poor, poor Juanita, Juanita
What a horrible way to die
What a horrible way to die
They found her in pieces in the woods by the creek
Where they swore they'd searched days before
They questioned her teachers and her in-law, the Preacher
And put up a great reward
But they never did solve the crime
The townsfolk all say that her ghost haunts the man
They never did solve the crime
Oh Juanita, Juanita please tell me your ghost haunts the man...
There were keys in the door of the convenience store
But where was our good friend Juanita?
The police tried to say that she'd just run away
But they found her in tiny pieces.
******************************
Sirens of the Mississippi
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
The sky looked lonely and impossible
The Memphis clouds began to cry
I ducked into a random bar and I caught his eye
Old man stared through me like I was some kind of far out creature
Still I smiled and sat nearby
He raised his glass and said, "This is how I pass the time"
He asked me if I was a siren, a Mississippi Queen
I said, "I'm from up north, but I know what you mean...
I've got that muddy river running through my blue veins"
He said the Sirens of the Mississippi are calling me for sure
I can hear their lullabies all the way from the shore
They look like beautiful angels, but they are the devil's horns
The Sirens of the Mississippi are calling me, for sure, for sure
Oooooh, la, la, la… (2x)
Hours later, I found myself down by the river
I called out to a ghost or two
When out from the river came a little lost boy singing "Hallelu"
He asked me if I was frightened, I shook my head no
He said he was warned by a ghost just before
He heard the siren song, but he dove off the shore
He said the Sirens of the Mississippi are calling me for sure
I can feel their icy finger on my neck, from the shore
They're speaking with the tongues of angels, but they are the devil's whores
The Sirens of the Mississippi are calling me, for sure, for sure
Late that night at Molly Fontaine's
tried to drink all my troubles away
Couldn't get what he said out of my fucking head…
And I was left with the thought that I may…die alone in Memphis
******************************
Gary got Arrested
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
Gary got arrested
And the rest is history
He pissed a lady cop off
At a show in Tennessee
He flipped her off
Then mooned her
So she brought him to the pen
Gary got arrested
And the cop got her revenge
Gary didn’t mean to do it
But he got so goddamn drunk
Took his fender by the neck
And swung it at some chump
When the po-lice showed up
Dear Gary did us proud
He tossed the bird
And the he dropped trou
Gary got arrested
And the rest is history
Tonight he’s wearing orange
At the county pen, you see
Was drinkin’ beer and whiskey
And doin’ shots all night
Gary got arrested
And the crowd was goin’ wild
Lady cop
Lady cop
Let our Gary go
Lady cop
Lady cop
Let our Gary go
Because he didn’t mean to do it
But he got so goddamn drunk
He took his fender by the neck
And swung it at some chump
When the po-lice showed up
Dear Gary did us proud
He tossed the bird
And the he dropped trou
Gary got arrested
And the rest is history
It nearly broke the band up
But we’re still here you see
He did a stint at Hazelden
And now he’s fancy free
Gary got arrested
And the rest is history
Gary got arrested
And the rest is history
******************************
A Balancing Act
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
Heartache is such a funny thing
Love's a clown in a circus ring
maybe I'm blinded by the spotlight
or tired of the climb
Up here on the trapeze
I look down below on my enemies
Talking in whispers
And hoping to see someone fall…
I'm feeling quite unbalanced
Casting all my cares behind me
Watch out for debris below
Casting off the chains that bind me
I've a few more left to go
Oh, the rush of the hush of the crowd
Makes it dangerous
I’m thinking too loud
When I’m trying to focus
Hoping to glide right on by…
I fear I’m getting nowhere
Casting all my cares behind me
Watch out for debris below
Conjuring the devils inside me
I've a few more left to meet and to know
Now they look at me
As I float through the world
They point to me and say
I'm the luckiest girl
They point to me and say
I'm the luckiest one
But I'm the loneliest one…
In this freak show of fun
Heartache is such a funny thing
Kill the clown but he’ll just rise up again
Strange how he’ll make you feel
Like you’re losing your mind
Up here on the trapeze
I look down below
on my enemies
Talking in whispers
And hoping to see someone fall…
I mustn't disappoint them
******************************
Hollywood Zombies
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
West coast dreaming' at Hollywood & Vine
If you got the goods, it happens all the time
cattle calls & waitressing, can you act & dance & sing
Pure hope's more addictive than cocaine in Hollywood
Rock star scheming, but at least you like to climb
and if you've got some money, honey we will waste your time
You're really nothing special here, despite the whispers in your ear
but we'll help you find a new prescription, dear, cause it's Hollywood
All day long, they'll eat your flesh alive
they'll start out with your toes, but they're going for your brains & eyes
all night long, pretending you're a star
Art is overrated when it leaves one cold and jaded as you are
Here in Hollywood
Swing low sweet chariot, come and take me to Hollywood
Swing low sweet chariot, want you to take me to Hollywood
cause I wanna go, just as fast as I can
Take me on back to the motherfucking brotherland that I love
but better take me slow…back to Hollywood
All day long, they'll eat your flesh alive
they'll start out with your toes, but they're going for your brains & eyes
all night long, pretending you're a star
I hate to break your reverie by blaming your naivety
of the pimps & the aristocracy in Hollywood
California dreamin' at Hollywood & Vine
girl you lost the goods, well, it happens all the time
you're old & tired of waitressing & it's the day of reckoning
but you can't hear the angels sing
no you can't hear much of anything in Hollywood
******************************
The Prisoner
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
Given your pain
you needed someone to blame
born into nothing more lethal than shame
so we've supplied
all the cobwebs and lies
to be reborn
is to be…certainly...
hypnotized
They didn't think we could take you away from here
They didn't quite understand you but we did
and then we trapped you so neatly
They didn't know you like we do
Didn't know you like we do
Didn't know the real you
They didn't know you
They didn't care about you anyway, anyway
They didn't count on our cunning and charm, my dear
They didn't think we could break you but we did
and then you thanked us so sweetly
They didn't know you like we do
Didn't know you like we do
Didn't know the real you
They didn't know you
They didn't care about you anyway, anyway
Li, li, la li la li (3X)
They didn't think we could take you away from here
They didn't quite understand you but we did
and then we trapped you completely
They didn't know you like we do
Didn't know you like we do
Didn't know the real you
They didn't know you
They didn't care about you anyway
They didn't know you like we know you
and they didn't care about you anyway
they didn't love you, love the real you
they didn't love you like we do
with shackles and with chains
******************************
Debtor's Prayer
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
In the morning, wipe my brow
Day and night I toil, I plow
gotta pay my debts somehow
show me how, lord, show me how
In the winter, I despair
I ask the Lord to hear my prayer
but I don't see him (or her) anywhere
are you there, Lord, are you there?
In the springtime, come what may
I overheard that preacher say
'God don't want them, anyway'
Still I pray, I sometimes pray
In the twilight of my youth
just past the darkness there is proof
I wonder if I paid my dues
Take me soon, Lord, take me soon
In the morning, wipe my brow
Day and night I toil, I plow
gotta pay my debts somehow
Show me how, Lord...or take me now
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Ascension Song
Music/lyrics ©Jezebel Jones
One day soon I'm gonna rise above
and spread my wings as I'm reaching up
Past the trials of life and the pains of love
one day soon, I'm gonna rise, I'm gonna rise above
I've got the blue hounds of hell, sitting by my door
I've been cursed with this feelin' that nobody knows
but this pocket of hope says the wind's gonna carry me
pocket of hope says the wind's gonna carry me home
(instrumental)
One day soon I'm gonna rise above
and spread my wings as I'm reaching up
past the fantasies that I mistake for love
one day soon, I'm gonna rise, I'm gonna rise above
I've got the blue hounds of hell, sitting by my door
I've been cursed with this feelin', I've been here before
but this pocket of hope says the wind's gonna carry me
pocket of hope says the wind's gonna carry me
Up over dark skies and out of my misery
pocket of hope says the wind's gonna carry me home
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