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  lula_b

  9. LIFE IS SWEET- (B. KING)
  
  
  
  Life is sweet
  
  Let it sweep you off your feet
  
  Kiss everyone you meet
  
  Take a train on a starry night
  
  Oh, Let your delight be your guide
  
  Don't let your head decide
  
  Let your heart say what's right
  
  Let the melody & the beat
  
  remind you that life is sweet
  
  
  
  Life's not bad
  
  Though I'll admit I do get sad
  
  At times I feel like I've been had
  
  But it's nothing compared to joy
  
  Oh, don't destroy what we've built
  
  Or be swayed by fear & guilt
  
  This world could be your toy
  
  You've got to learn from your defeat
  
  & remember... life is sweet
  
  Life is sweet
  
  
  
  Life is short
  
  From when your ship pulls into port
  
  'til they contest your will in court
  
  it can be measured in weeks & days
  
  Oh... there are so many ways to dance
  
  This song could be your very last chance
  
  It could decide which way the judge's decision sways
  
  So pray she lets you back out on the street
  
  So you can testify that life is sweet! more »

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  lula_b

  3. BUSCADERO- (B. KING)
  
  
  
  
  
  Castle on an island, ship upon a sea
  
  corporations getting rich with what they get for free.
  
  An ancient road a 'winding, a lighthouse on a cliff,
  
  I came here to remind you that every breath’s a gift.
  
  
  
  
  
  Hands to God, eyes on the sparrow
  
  37 bullets in a Buscadero
  
  Hands to God, eyes on the sparrow
  
  37 bullets in a Buscadero
  
  37 bullets in a Buscadero
  
  
  
  Chief Sitting Bull & Buffalo Bill
  
  A medicine wheel sitting high upon a hill
  
  I’ve seen their transformation from enemies at birth
  
  To circus entertainers traveling the earth
  
  
  
  You live by the sword, you die by the sword
  
  well just as many people have died from being bored.
  
  Annie Oakley’s aim: straight as an arrow
  
  37 bullets in a Buscadero
  
  37 bullets in a Buscadero
  
  
  
  Butterflies & flowers painted in a field
  
  Up against an enemy you know will never yield
  
  Up a lazy river on a Sunday afternoon
  
  Analyzing photographs of buildings on the moon
  
  
  
  Questions never answered, answered questions lost
  
  A stagnant pond polluted by all the pennies tossed
  
  7 billion wishes, 7 billion prayers
  
  sent with expectations that someone, or something, up there cares
  
  
  
  Akira Kurosawa had Mifune for a muse
  
  he gave the movie business the samurai blues
  
  Sergio Leone came, kicking in the door
  
  with A Fistful Of Dollars & A Few Dollars more
  
  
  
  The mountains steep, the pathways narrow
  
  37 bullets in a Buscadero
  
  Over the falls in an old wine barrel
  
  37 bullets in a Buscadero
  
  37 bullets in a Buscadero
  
  
  
  High planes drifter walking half asleep
  
  Haunted by the promises that he could never keep
  
  Lost his own protection, his reflection and his soul
  
  trying to get back what the good times stole
  
  I told him straight, but he will never know
  
  why the seeds he’s planting are not the seeds that grow:
  
  whiskey bottle, Marlboro, drowns himself in a pool of sorrow
  
  Drowns himself in a pool of sorrow
  
  
  
  Castle on an island, ship upon a sea
  
  What’s the point in asking ‘to be or not to be ‘?
  
  The universe is musical, a holy symphony
  
  So why here in this paradise are so few people free?
  
  
  
  You free your mind, you’ll free your soul
  
  Don’t play their game and their heads will roll
  
  You cast your spell with the voice of a pharaoh
  
  37 bullets in a Buscadero
  
  Hands to God, eyes on the sparrow
  
  37 bullets in a Buscadero
  
  37 bullets in a Buscadero
  
  37 bullets in a Buscadero
  
  37 bullets in a Buscadero more »

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  lula_b

  1. ONE MORE TROUBADOUR (B. KING)
  
  
  
  
  
  In the hall & down the stairs
  
  In a room half filled with empty chairs
  
  The other half filled with talking heads
  
  Who have never even heard of the Grateful Dead
  
  In the hall & down the stairs
  
  Singing out his heart but nobody cares
  
  Standing on the stage in the light all alone
  
  Singing to the faces that are looking at their phones
  
  His heart breaks a little when the last song's sung
  
  He'll drive a hundred miles before the night is done
  
  
  
  When he was young he sang in a gravelly voice
  
  He had no technique, it wasn't really a choice
  
  He sang for money & he sang for free
  
  Sang for his supper & his coffee & tea
  
  Got drunk & played, got high & played
  
  Sometimes the people left, sometimes the people stayed
  
  & said
  
  
  
  One more troubadour
  
  Play us a song that can stop a war
  
  Play us a song that can save our souls
  
  With nothing but the spirit of rock and roll
  
  Play one more troubadour
  
  Get us all dancing on the barroom floor
  
  Get us all singing like a choir tonight
  
  Tell us everything is going to be all right
  
  All right, well all right
  
  
  
  In the hall & down the stairs
  
  In the Mason jar where you hide your prayers
  
  In the teenage room where the music blares
  
  The sinking ship shooting off its rescue flares
  
  If the car is fast & the road is wide
  
  Would you mind if I took it for a little ride?
  
  Tonight, well all right
  
  
  
  
  
  In your heart the truth is sown
  
  But remembering that truth is like blood from a stone
  
  Remembering your soul is a choice you make
  
  Remembering enlightenment's a path you take
  
  This whole world is a song we sing
  
  The Great Spirit in the sky is always listening
  
  So sing one more troubadour... more »

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