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If I Had A Stick
04:32
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If I Had a Stick
Doug Benson, 12-15-2001
I was hunting alone far away from my home
In a place that I knew I should not be
And a beast from out of the darkest night
Was after me, was after me
This is not what I planned, I am not in command
And I call out to the forest gods
Won't someone give me shelter
Or at least even out the odds
If I only had a stick
If I had a sharpened stick
Nobody would bother me
Nobody gonna shake-a my tree
Just imagine how safe I'd be
If I only had a stick
I see the torches and I smell the pitch
As the enemy stand before my gate
And I do not know their intentions
But I’m fearful for my fate, fearful for my fate
Oh certainly I could parlay
For I am capable of reason
But deep inside I know that I
Have brought me to this season
But If I only had a spear
If I had a metal spear
Nobody would bother me
Nobody gonna shake-a my tree
Just imagine how safe I'd be
If I only had a spear
To the east and the west, to the north and the south
Nation by nation, driven insane
By a lack of desire to understand
Or a fever of the brain, fever of the brain
Fanatics spread, from head to head
And they threaten to wash up on our golden shore
And I know this kind of weakness preys
On the hungry and the poor
But If I only had a bomb
If I had an atom bomb
Nobody would bother me
Nobody gonna shake-a my tree
Just imagine how safe I'd be
If I had an atom bomb
[break]
If I only had a stick
If I had a sharpened stick
Nobody would bother me
Nobody gonna shake-a my tree
Just imagine how safe I'd be
If I only had a stick
Nobody would bother me
Nobody gonna shake-a my tree
Just imagine how safe I'd be
If I only had a stick
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2. |
39 Women
04:26
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39 WOMEN
Douglas S. Benson
39 women I have made love to
All showed up at the high school reunion
They with their husbands, me with my third wife
39 women don’t remember my name
39 women with 46 pictures
Of 41 babies just learning to crawl
Most of them look like their mothers and fathers
Some look like me or like no one at all
I told so many lies to those 39 women
I couldn’t keep track of them all
If I hadn’t contracted this social disease
I’d still be having a ball
39 women went home with their husbands
I went home with a picture of me
I know what I look like
I know that I would like
One of those women to remember my name.
[Background singers]
You told us naught but lies
We closed our eyes to
Remember you
Now we’re not too impressed
By your request to
Remember you
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3. |
Where’s The Future Gone
03:33
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4. |
Swept Away
03:06
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SWEPT AWAY
Doug Benson
December 27, 1991
Clouds roll together
And cover the sky
The roads are in for hard weather
And so am I
Water the windows
Washing them down
Rain fills the fields and the gardens
And covers the ground
Old battered birds
With nowhere to land
Dance on the rooftops
As they try to stand
As rain becomes stream becomes flood
God’s little acre of land
Turns homes into mud
Our powerful hammers
Would rip us asunder
But they would not damage
The wind and the thunder
Half of me wonders
How the other half lives
When the rain comes down
To claim the life that it gives
Old battered T-Birds
Silently float
Past the wrecks of a dealer‘s
Superior boats
Years of labor and toil
Hundreds of dreams washed away
On rivers of soil
Rescue for some
Comes in the cold mists of day
Other phantoms succumb
To be swept away.
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5. |
Growing Some Friends
02:38
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6. |
I Don't Believe
03:23
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My Heart Sustaineth Wounds That Shall Not Heal
Doug Benson
1986
My heart sustaineth wounds that shall not heal
When ere of fatty meat I take my meal
If soft of brains, I’ll stiff’ my veins
And see my blood congeal.
Yet thinner shall my corpus wane each day
For thoughts of food are often led astray
Too much meat or too little will alternate my middle
And I’ll see my waist away.
Thus meat shall be my life and meat my death
I’ll meet my maker with my dying breath
And if I decline to sup on time,
I’ll dine with God and disregard the chef!
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8. |
Pig Meat Mama
01:26
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