"Backwater Blues"
by K.C. Compton ©2005
Dedicated to the victims of Hurricane Katrina
Chorus:
If I could just get out of this shelter, I know I could find me a home.
If I could just get out of this shelter, I know I could find me a home.
Days have turned into months here, I can't keep going along.
If I could just get out of this shelter, I know I could find me a home.
I had a little house in Biloxi just down the street from my mom.
I worked two jobs for years and years just to have a place of my own.
"Ball and Musket"
words and music by Kerry Stanley ©2004
If you want to get to Heaven on that some glad morning day
Then you better work for Justice while you’re down here in the clay
‘Cause the Prince of Peace is puzzled by this war in Allah’s name
Whether Christian, Jew, or Muslim it’s still killing just the same
Chorus:
Come down from the mountain, and roll across the plain
Blackened by the prairie fire, redeemed by the rain
"Blessing to the Dreamer"
by Martha Haehl ©1996
May your mannequins put on purple robes and dance in your parade.
May you beat the highest score at the local arcade.
May you be the one to decipher the charade.
May you always have love and never be afraid.
May your castle be honored by kings and queens,
Whether sculpted from ice or sand.
May your pipe dream be a kaleidoscope
And may your balloon never land.
"Change That Thing!"
words and music by Kerry Stanley ©2006
Everybody’s talkin’ but they don’t say a word
You know I’m ready for a change
Lots of folks walkin’ don’t know where to turn
Keep gettin’ lost that way
You say, “My mind’s made up, don’t confuse me with facts
If you don’t agree then you’re the devil, Jack”
Well it’s a cryin’ shame to live your life that way
Are you ready for a change?
Everybody’s talking ‘bout the pres-i-dent
What he didn’t know and when
"Choices"
by Martha Haehl ©2006
Recorded by June Holte
Chorus:
Life is a choice I make every day.
Once in this life I decided to stay.
Time is so precious I think choices through,
And I choose to spend time with you.
1. Like the spur of the river trying to break out,
I’ve always sought the less traveled route.
"Fortune's Fool"
words and music by Kerry Stanley ©2005
She had a simple plan: no more losers
He was a loving man, a friendly boozer
They should have seen it all oh so clearly
That their love would cost them dearly
But when it comes to love who’s the master?
Happily evermore or sweet disaster
There’s really just one rule:
We’re only fortune’s fools
They had a mutual friend who said he’s charming
Once they’ve been introduced well it’s alarming
"Hiking Boots Woman"
by Martha Haehl ©1978, Lucinda Publications
Recorded in 1978 by Rosy’s Bar and Grill
Well you’re a real fine man, you do the best that you can
To treat me nice, but don’t think twice
That I’m a-going to stay for too many days
‘Cause you’ll wake up one morning and you’ll see I’m gone.
It’s not that I think you’ve been untrue,
You know I really like being here with you
But I’m a hiking boots woman.
I’ve gotta get moving along.
"The Hummer or the Hybrid"
words and music by Kerry Stanley ©2005
It’s the Hummer or the hybrid when the rubber meets the road
Are you adding to the problem or subtracting from the load?
God knows we all support our troops and wish them safely home
But how well do you support them when you drive to work alone?
It wouldn’t hurt to take the bus or carpool ‘round the bend
Walking more won’t kill you; just the opposite my friend
Connect the dots, see the links, sort out wrong from right
In the way we live our daily lives and the wars we choose to fight.
Chorus:
Go down, slow down, burning all night long
Don’t roll the dice, think twice, don’t just go along
"I Never Wanted to Sing These Songs Again"
by Lynn Snyder and Martha Haehl ©2007
It's "The Universal Soldier." It's "The Masters of War."
It's "One, two, three. What are we fighting for?"
I stood in the vigils of the Viet Nam war.
And I never wanted to sing these songs again.
No, I never wanted to sing these songs again.
"Somethin's happenin' here.
"What it is, ain't exactly clear."
"I Went to the Pub"
by Lynn Snyder ©2000
When I was in London, I went to the pub.
Sing, barley, oh sing!
When I was in London, I went to the pub.
With a member of Parliament, I chanced to sup.
There were bangers and mash and some elbows to rub.
And it’s sing, barley, oh sing!
Sing, barley, oh sing!
Sing, barley, oh sing!
There were bangers and mash and some elbows to rub.
And it’s sing, barley, oh sing!
"Isn't It A Miracle"
words and music by Kerry Stanley ©2005
We all read the headlines; we all watch the news
It’s all so depressing; it makes us all sing the blues
So I’m here to uplift you, I’m here to call you back home
We’ll carry on together, together we’re never alone
It’s a sorry condition that we find ourselves in
Not much original thinking; too much original sin
Still, hope moves among us; deep waters true blue hearts
We can cross over Jordan if we each do our part
Isn’t it a miracle that we are living?
Can’t you feel the beat of the world in your heart?
"Long Day, Short Pay"
words and music by Kerry Stanley ©2006
People want to work and they work real hard
People want to feel some pride
In the job they do and their company too
They take long hours in stride
But when the big boss says to knock your prices down
And their jobs just go away
I ask, is this the best we can do?
Is this the best we can do?
It’s never the big boss who slips through the crack
It’s never the fat cat who has to cut back
No it’s the common man who does the best he can
When the corporation gives him the sack
"My Scariest Dreams (To the tune of “My Favorite Things”)"
Lyrics by Martha Haehl, Kerry Stanley, KC Compton ©2005
When I started this parody, this was my scariest dream. Unfortunately, I get more scared by the day. - Martha
The clock shakes and moans at the first hint of daylight.
Sheets hold me captive, knotted up a tight.
My legs try to stand but they can’t so it seems
This is one of my scariest dreams.
I finally cut free and I head down the hallway.
I cling to the wall as I ease towards the new day.
"Ski Dubai"
by Lynn Snyder ©2007
You probably saw the email. I know I got it twice.
A gargantuan space-age structure filed with snow and ice.
In the middle of the desert, just a stone's throw from the sea,
On a street that's lined with palm trees, it's where you go to ski.
Ski Dubai. Ski Dubai.
"Solar Broken Home"
by Steve Terrell (Copyright 1981 Sidhe Gorm Music, BMI)
I saw my two sons sitting behind the compost pile.
Josh was telling little Jason, “Daddy’s been gone quite a while.
“He left us our Creative Playthings, but he took the S-U-V
“He ran off with his Tai Chi instructor, and left Mommy here with you and me.”
Chorus:
Oh, darlin’, if you hear me, I know you believe in E.S.P.,
Nothing seems real mellow, since you deserted me.
"The Truth, Whatever That Is"
by Martha Haehl ©2007
Chorus:
I’ll leave the sermon to the preacher and the sentence to the judge,
Swear by the truth but I’ll never begrudge
Those who live by the Word, whatever that is,
‘Cause I’m a gonna live like this.
You might just find me late at night, playing music and having a beer
With a salty margarita in my hand, if you have one bring it here.
"Why Don't I Believe You?"
by Bill Langsdorf ©2006 (used by permission)
Chorus:
Why don’t I believe you, why don’t I believe you,
Why don’t I believe you, cause you lied so many times before
and I can’t believe you any more.
You tell me that we fight for their freedom,
you tell me that we fight for their freedom,
You tell me that we fight for their freedom
But we don’t have it here anymore.
And we’re not gonna free 'em with this stupid war