1944 - Lyrics - Down By Law

Title: 1944
Artist: Down By Law
Composer(s): Dave Smalley

Lyric:
Somewhere a pen is busy with hate tonight
Jaded eyes and cynics bring me down
Somewhere a kid is playing his heart out tonight
But he'll get nowhere with the Berkeley in-crowd

Well, put-downs are so easy
Like a novel without a soul
And every executioner wears a hood
When it's time for heads to roll

Well, they're just like new dictators
Trying to tell us what to love
Well, their opinion they can take and shove
Somewhere young rebels will meet up tonight

Somewhere skateboarders and straight edgers will unite
They don't need no magazine that's filled with hate and lies
Get enough from the world around them
They're young but they are wise

But negativity's easy
You just fire and walk away
And it's the armchair general
Who lives to fight another day

Well, their opinion they can take and shove
If this was 1944, they'd be pointing their guns at you
'Cause every fascist, left or right, has a fucked-up set of rules
But do they really think the kids are such fools?
Or do they even care?

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This Old Town - Lyrics - Nanci Griffith

Title: This Old Town
Artist: Nanci Griffith
Composer(s): Jon Vezner, Janis Ian

Lyric:
This old town should've burned down in 1929
That's when we stood in line
Waiting for our soup
Swallowing our pride

This old town should've burn down in 1931
When the rain refused to come
Air filled up our bellies, dust filled up our lungs
And we thought our time had come

This old town was built by hand
In the dust bowl of the motherland
There must be rock beneath this sand
Oh' I'll be damned, this town still stands

This old town should've burned down in 1944
When the last men went to war
They came back different
If they came back at all

This old town should've burned down in 1956
That's when the twister hit
And all our hopes were buried
Beneath the boards and bricks
And we almost called it quits

This old town was built by hand
In the dust bowl of the motherland
There must be rock beneath this sand
Oh' I'll be damned, this town still stands

Somewhere in the distance
The city lights do shine
The sidewalks gleam with neon dreams
That call from time to time

When my children's children
Ask me why didn't I go
They say the heart of any town
Is the people that you've known
They'll always call you home

This old town was built by hand
In the dust bowl of the motherland
There must be rock beneath this sand
Oh I'll be damned, this town still stands

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The Box - Lyrics - Randy Travis

Title: The Box
Artist: Randy Travis
Composer(s): Buck Moore, Randy Travis

Lyric:
On the top shelf in the closet in the workshop where he spent his extra time
Was a dusty wooden box but I had never noticed till that time
Then we set it on the table and carefully we opened up the top
And stared into the memories daddy kept inside the box

There was a letter from mama when
She went out to Reno to help her sister out in sixty two
And a flower from Hawaii when they went on vacation
It was the first time that my daddy ever flew
And the pocket knife I gave to him on fathers day
Years ago I thought it had been lost

We all thought his heart was made of solid rock
But that was long before we found the box

I guess we always knew it, but 'I love you' was hard for him to say
Some men show it easily and some just never seem to find the way
But that night I began to see a softer side of someone I had lost
I saw the love he kept inside the first time when we opened up the box

There was a picture that was taken
When he and mom were dating standin' by his 1944
And the faded leather Bible, he got when he was baptized
I guess no one understood him like the Lord
And the poem that he had written about his wife and children
The tender words he wrote were quite a shock

We all thought his heart was made of solid rock
But that was long before we found the box

We all thought his heart was made of solid rock
But that was long before we found the box

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Heart Still Beats - Lyrics - Brave Saint Saturn

Title: Heart Still Beats
Artist: Brave Saint Saturn
Composer(s): Dennis Bayne Culp, Keith Hoerig, Reese Roper, Andrew Verdecchio

Lyric:
The girl in the alley kneels with exhaustion
She's guarded by the skinny guy
Who limps from some infection
Behind a veil of bleached thin hair, her eyes tell a story
Like a photo of Berlin, December 1944

She's looking for a handout
She's been high for several weeks now
She's too far gone for whoring
And the money just gave out

And her heart still beats inside
And the blood runs in her veins
A remnants of life remains
Her heart still beats inside

The man finally comes to the door
I've seen him several times
He always looks pissed off
And his sunglasses stay on
I think he got his biceps and tattoos while in prison
And it doesn't seem to bother him
When he says, "Go to hell"

And his heart still beats inside
And the blood runs in his veins
A remnants of life remains
His heart still beats inside

The thought it comes to my mind to somehow intervene
But it could bring me trouble and what can I do anyway?
It's hard to be effective when it happens so often
To see a life unraveling through drawn venetian blinds

I'm sickened by compassion
I'm stifled by my limitations
Anesthetic apathy
Come take the pain away

And my heart still beats inside
And the blood runs in my veins
A remnants of life remains
And my heart still beats inside

Oh God, we need You here
We're sinking fast and we don't care
The evidence is all around me
On both sides of my door our hearts beat

Our hearts beat
Our hearts beat
Our hearts beat

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Veterans' Day - Lyrics - Admiral Twin

Title: Veterans' Day
Artist: Admiral Twin
Composer(s): Bradley Thomas Becker, Mark David Carr, Jarrod Lee Gollihare, John Turner Ii Russell

Lyric:
The doctor said with joy
"A healthy baby boy"
October 4th of 1925

His parents had a plan
He'd live a better life
Be a man of means
Who knows, he might go really far

And then the days slipped by
And turned into years
And many pages turned in the story of his life

Took a detour through a war
Cast a shadow across his soul
October 4th of 1944

Stories he would never tell
So he had to write them down to keep them captive
On Veteran's Day he pulls them out
It's a cleansing of the soul and a freeing of his mind

He didn't change the world
But he eventually met a girl
Their child would be his only legacy

And so he cried to God
"It's not what I had planned
And there's one more thing
I'll never understand

How did the days slip by
When did they turn into years?"
How many pages did you get for the story of your life?

Call it what you will, name it tragedy
But in the end he just looks back and smiles
It's just his life

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Whoa Is Me - Lyrics - Dredg

Title: Whoa Is Me
Artist: Dredg
Composer(s): Drew Roulette, Dino Campanella, Gavin Hayes, Mark Engles

Lyric:
The only things surrounding you now
Are the circular memories that infect your conscience
They are the make up of your worries, regrets and doubts
Collective portrayal of your person radiates confidence
Shine with silence and shadow the ones below

This drought is leaving me with cracked soil and brown leaves
Floating on a dry lake bed with a dry mouth and a foggy head
Waiting for the snow
But when the water comes I will overflow, I will overflow
But when the water comes, I will overflow

There's one more thing, forgot to tell you
Worries and doubts will only help you
In the long run, you'll shadow the ones below

This drought is leaving me with cracked soil and brown leaves
Floating on a dry lake bed with a dry mouth and a foggy head
Waiting for the snow
But when the water comes I will overflow, I will overflow
But when the water comes, I will overflow

That piece was recorded live at the famous One Second Club in 1944
It was inspired by the clarity of consciousness
Rather than the vividness of dream
And was the self proclaimed pinnacle of broken bridges and chest pressure

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