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Lost Herd

Which away the game goes
which away the game goes
how she'll tally up the Lord only knows
and he might never come this way again
lost herd drifts with the wind
 
Sun came up blood red
songs got sung- words got said
but the silence now is like to raise the dead
and they ain't comin' thru this way again
lost herd drifts with the wind
 
Fax machine that never sleeps
the mail box junk
the cell phone beep
the old chant buried in some conyon deep
what would you give to hear the chant again
lost herd drifts with the wind
 
Run too far
run too fast
outrun the night and the ghosts of the past
sky too dark in a range too fast
how will we ever get back home again
lost herd drifts with the wind
 

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Hard to Get

You who live in Heaven
hear the prayers of those of us who live on Earth,
who are afraid of being left by those we love
and who get hardened in the hurt;
 
Do You remember when You lived down here,
where we all scrape
to find the strength to ask for daily bread?
Did You forget about us after You
had flown away?
I memorized every word You said.
Still I'm so scared I'm holding my breath
while You're up there just playing hard to get.
 
You who live in radiance
hear the prayers of those of us who live in skin.
We have a love that's not as patient as Yours was,
still we do love now and then.
 
Did You ever know loneliness?
Did You ever know need?
Do You remember just how long a night can get
when you are barely holding on
and your friends fall asleep
and don't see the blood that's running in your sweat?
Will those who mourn be left uncomforted
while You're up there just playing hard to get?
 
I know You bore our sorrows,
and I know You feel our pain.
and I know that it would not hurt any less
even if it could be explained.
And I know that I am only lashing out
at the One who loves me most.
So after I have figured this all out,
what I really need to know...
 
Is if You who live in eternity
hear the prayers of those of us who live in time.
We can't see what's ahead and we
cannot get free from what we've behind.
 
I'm reeling from these voices
that keep screaming in my ear,
all these words of shame and doubt, blame and regret.
I can't see how You're leading me
unless You've led me here,
to where I'm lost enough to let myself be led.
So You've been here all along, I guess.
It's just Your way, and You are just plain hard to get.
 

Chaos in the 99p Store

Chaos in the 99p Store
30p off everything on the shop floor
People going wild, like a rave on the dancefloor
Chaos in the 99p Store
 
It’s Chaos
Chaos
Chaos in the 99p Store (x2)
 
Chaos in the 99p store
30p off, scenes of a world war
Punching and shoving, fist fights and a lot more
For things such as a 69p plastic dinosaur
It’s Chaos, Chaos
Chaos in the 99p store
Take it away
 
Helicopters are out over the 99p store
The CNN News team turn up
I ask the manager
Why all the chaos
He says
Well the 99p store is closing down but
We’re opening a new one next week
It’s the one pound store!
 

Al mundo le falta un tornillo

Todo el mundo está en la estufa,
Triste, amargao y sin garufa,
neurasténico y cortao...
Se acabaron los robustos,
si hasta yo, que daba gusto,
¡cuatro kilos he bajao!
Hoy no hay guita ni de asalto
y el puchero está tan alto
que hay que usar el trampolín.
Si habrá crisis, bronca y hambre,
que el que compra diez de fiambre
hoy se morfa hasta el piolín.

Hoy se vive de prepo
y se duerme apurao.
Y la chiva hasta a Cristo
se la han afeitao...
Hoy se lleva a empeñar
al amigo más fiel,
nadie invita a morfar...
todo el mundo en el riel.
Al mundo le falta un tornillo
que venga un mecánico...
¿Pa' qué, che viejo?
Pa' ver si lo puede arreglar.

¿Qué sucede?... ¡mama mía!
Se cayó la estantería
o San Pedro abrió el portón.
La creación anda a las piñas
y de pura arrebatiña
apoliya sin colchón.
El ladrón es hoy decente
a la fuerza se ha hecho gente,
va no encuentra a quién robar.
Y el honrao se ha vuelto chorro
porque en su fiebre de ahorro
él se “afana” por guardar.

Little House on the Hill

There's a little house that sits upon a hill
That little house it sits so quiet and still
And it's filled with memories
And they're calling out to me
Come back to that little house on the hill
 
That little house it sits so all alone
It needs someone to call it home sweet home
I'm traveling on my way
And I'm going back today
Going back to that little house on the hill
 
On the hill, on the hill
I'm going back to that little house on the hill
I'm traveling on my way
And I'm leaving here today
Going back to that little house on the hill
 
That little house has weathered many storms
It's a place that feels so cozy and so warm
It's waiting there for me
And it's where I long to be
I'm going back to that little house on the hill
 
Now when I get back to that house on the hill
I know it's gonna be such a thrill
I'll be glad when I get there
Back to my favorite chair
I'm going back to that little house on the hill
 
On the hill, on the hill
I'm going back to that little house on the hill
I'm traveling on my way
I'll be leaving here today
I'm going back to that little house on the hill
I'm going back to that little house on the hill