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Trickle down
01:14
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© Dan Sullivan
Trickle Down, Trickle Down
All my lazy, no-good friends
Come gather around
Don't complain about your pay
I heard a rich man say
One of these days the money
Will Trickle Down
Trickle Down, Trickle Down
All my lazy, no-good friends
Come gather around
When the rich are done with it
Think of the money we'll get
One of these days the money
Will Trickle Down
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Crown of gold
02:38
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© Dan Sullivan 2011 (BMI)
I’m gathering all my thoughts
I’m wondering what’s worse
To live without your love
Or to die of thirst
I’ve concealed my feelings
Kept them under lock and key
Had to hide from prying eyes
What you mean to me
Darkness softly slipping
Like a hood over my head
Every night I dream of you
Laying on my bed
Now storm clouds are gathering
They fill the western sky
As the sun slips away
Like love slowly dying
I’m gathering my defenses
I’m lifting shield and spear
I can hear the trumpets calling
As my enemy draws near
I’m gathering all my thoughts
I’m wondering what’s worse
In this world both truth and lies
Haunt us like a curse
I’m harvesting from dreams
Planted long ago
That a crown now made of thorns
Might one day turn to gold
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Private eyes eyeballing
Everyone they meet
Sensors in the hallways
And cameras on the street
Mailmen sending tips
To the F. B. I.
Men with black binoculars
Scanning the sky
I don't mean to panic you
I'm only tellin' the truth
It ain't paranoia if they're coming after you
Judge in his chamber
Someone wake him from his nap
There's three men in suits
And they're planting wire taps
A man on TV says
"If you break it you own it"
They listen to your calls
And you don't even know it
I don't mean to panic you
I'm only tellin' the truth
It ain't paranoia if they're coming after you
A bug on your computer
Sees every move you make
They can watch where you go
See every road you take
Satellites track you
In your home and in your car
An app on your cell phone
Tells them right where you are
I don't mean to panic you
I'm only tellin' the truth
All this paranoia and it's coming after you
Drama queens and Brahmins
Chanting in a foreign tongue
Hobos takin' No Doz
In the yard with railroad bums
They're headin' for the highways
They're leaving by train
The Bankers took the money
And they made their getaway
I don't mean to panic you
I'm only tellin' the truth
All this paranoia and it's coming after you
Houses underwater
In Detroit and New Orleans
Don't go blaming God
For what happens on the street
No one went to prison
Who would ever believe
A jail could be so crowded
There'd be no room for those thieves
I don't mean to panic you
I'm only tellin' the truth
All this paranoia and it's coming after you
Clark Kent eyes
Pat downs and watch lists
Old ladies and babies treated
Like their terrorists
Better not act annoyed or
You’ll get the evil eye
If you look suspicious
They’ll pull you out of line
I don't mean to panic you
I'm only tellin' the truth
It ain't paranoia if they're coming after you
All this paranoia and it's coming after you
It ain't paranoia if they're coming after you
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4. |
Every single day
03:08
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© Dan Sullivan 2011
How long has it been
Since the last time we spoke?
Four or five years, you say?
Where did all the time go?
You ask if I missed you
Well, you know what they say
I’ve thought of you once or twice
How many times have I wondered
How things might have been
If I hadn’t let you slip away
If you hadn’t gone with him
Did I ever think of calling?
Well, you know what they say
I thought of calling once or twice
How have I been doing?
Well, I’ve got no complaints
What good would it do
If I did anyway
Life’s too short to dwell on
Broken hearts and sad refrains
I don’t think of them too often
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5. |
16th Ave. South
03:09
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© Dan Sullivan 2011
You hear a song on iTunes
You wish that it was yours
You wish you knew somebody
Who’d unlock the door
Who’d show you where the key is
Well I’ll tell you something kid
For a hundred dollar bill
I’ll show you where it’s hid
You hear all the stories
About Music Row
All of them are true
Streets are lined with gold
But none of it’s for you
If you leave it up to fate
For wide is the pathway
And narrow is the gate
If it was just up to me
I’d lend a helping hand
Seeking nothing in return
But I am a working man
I think you’ll find my fee
Well within your means
Not that I’d ever
Put a price on your dreams
It’s not who you know
It’s who knows you
You’ll need introductions
And I can make a few
We’ll co-write songs
For a few dollars more
Then a couple of open mics
To get your foot in the door
I’ll teach you all I know
‘Cause that’s what I do
I’ll get the word around town
The rest is up to you
This town is full of lies
And broken promises
Don’t listen to the cynics
Or the Doubting Thomases
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6. |
Maria's Prayer
02:39
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© Dan Sullivan 2011
There's a howling wind
There's a storm outside
There's a knocking on the door
"Please let me in" a voice does cry
From a far off foreign shore
I hear the small voice of a child
Pleading once more
"Please let me in"
The poor boy cries
But no one answers the door
Won’t you spare his life, sweet Jesus
But if it’s not your plan for him
He’ll be knocking on Heaven’s door tonight
Won’t you please let him in
In a barrio
In a border town
80 passengers are squeezed
In the back of a tractor-trailer
Along with Maria Ruiz
Well, the Border Patrol
Saved most of them
But among the deceased
They find Maria with her fingers
Still clutching her rosary beads
Won’t you hear her prayers, sweet Jesus
For she’s left this world of sin
She’ll be knocking on Heaven’s door tonight
Won’t you please let her in
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7. |
John Wayne Movie
03:28
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© Dan Sullivan 2011
A baby is born in a midwestern town
He’s off and he’s running when his feet hit the ground
He’s going to school and watching TV
Thinks that life is like a John Wayne Movie
Thinks that life is like a John Wayne Movie
Eating ice cream on the front porch steps
“Johnny, say your prayers, it’s time for bed
Pick up your clothes and turn out the lights
Come and kiss Mommy and Daddy goodnight”
He turns 18 many miles from his home
His days are green but his dreams are all chrome
He learns how to shoot a gun and believes
That life is like a John Wayne Movie
Thinks that life is like a John Wayne Movie
Re-reading letters on a barracks steps
Bouncing quarters off a GI bed
“Dad’s doing fine, he’s finished your room
You know that we love you, write again soon”
No honor, no glory, no enemy killed
A chopper goes down on a Tennessee hill
Door gunner Johnny’s as scared as can be
The ground coming up is the last thing he sees
The ground coming up is the last thing he sees
Eating ice cream on the front porch steps
“Johnny, say your prayers, it’s time for bed
Pick up your clothes and turn out the lights
Come and kiss Mommy and Daddy goodnight”
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8. |
Lookin' for work
02:34
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© Dan Sullivan 2011
When the factory shut down
We got a two week notice
No severance package
They just paid us what they owed us
So I’m looking for work
I’m looking all around
I’m looking for work
But there’s none to be found
Another hard luck story
For these hard luck times
But no one wants to hear it
All they say is “Get in line”
So I’m looking for work
I’m looking all around
I’m looking for work
But there’s none to be found
Some folks blame the bankers
Some blame the government
For the jobs that disappeared
I just wonder where they went
So I’m looking for work
I’m looking all around
I’m looking for work
But there’s none to be found
I think I’ll got to Texas
I heard there’s work down there
It’s minimum wage
But anymore I don’t care
So I’m looking for work
I’m looking all around
I’m looking for work
But there’s none to be found
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9. |
Streets of Jerusalem
04:24
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©Dan Sullivan 2011
It was cold that night
There was something in the air
Something wasn’t right
So I said a little prayer
While I was walking the streets of Jerusalem
Two women in burqas
Being questioned by the cops
There’s a man standing watch
In the doorway of a Mosque
And I’m walking the streets of Jerusalem
The man in the doorway
He needs a bath
So he pulled out a cigarette
And he lit it with a match
I just kept walking the streets of Jerusalem
An Imam being interviewed
By Al Jazeera
In a hotel across the street
Narcissus smiles into a mirror
While I’m walking the streets of Jerusalem
She puts on her best dress
She walks outside
She joins some kind of flash mob
That’s being televised
As I’m walking the streets of Jerusalem
So I’m walking down the street
Knowing something isn’t right
Could almost put my finger on it
Almost but not quite
And I’m walking the streets of Jerusalem
Then across the street
A man comes walking up to me
He says “Do you know my name?”
I say “You’re the man of mystery”
And we’re walking the streets of Jerusalem
“You’re a clever man yourself,”
He says, “soon all will be revealed
Until then you must keep quiet”
I say, “My lips are sealed”
I’m just walking the streets of Jerusalem
“The sky is full of lies,”
He says, “The world’s full of deception
It’s too late to negotiate
It’s too late for confession
Just keep walking the streets of Jerusalem”
I know very well that things
Aren’t always what they seem
But your words are so confusing
Tell me what they mean
He says. “There’s lies on every tongue
Falling from every mouth
Hang around here long enough
And you’ll figure it all out
While you’re walking the streets of Jerusalem”
Then with one bony finger
He points towards the Temple
And says, “It’s all been written down
None of it’s accidental”
And we’re walking the streets of Jerusalem
“The hour’s late and I must go
But I’ll see you around
I’ve got a little business
In a garden outside town”
Walking the streets of Jerusalem
“Keep all of this a secret
Don’t put it on your blog
Don’t speak of it in church
Or at the synagogue
Just keep walking the streets of Jerusalem”
It was cold that night
There was something in the air
Something wasn’t right
So I said a little prayer
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10. |
Immigrant girls
04:02
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© Dan Sullivan 2011
They said the building was fireproof
So on the eighth and ninth floors
Where Immigrant Girls sewed garments
They locked the exit doors
When the fire broke out that day
There was nowhere else to go
They could stay behind and die in flames
Or jump to their deaths below
So say a prayer for the Immigrant Girls
Who died on that long ago day
Never forget the reason they died
And always remember their names
The fire engines came quickly
As a crowd watched in horror
But the ladders couldn't reach
Beyond the sixth floor
The girls screaming from the windows
Had only seconds left to decide
What their final thoughts would be
And which way they wanted to die
So say a prayer for the Immigrant Girls
Who died on that long ago day
Never forget the reason they died
And always remember their names
The funeral march to the gravesite
Was made in a pouring rain
Mourners lined New York streets
Four hundred thousand came
Now once a year the church bells ring
And for a moment heads are bowed
In memory of the Immigrant Girls
Each name is read aloud
So say a prayer for the Immigrant Girls
Who died on that long ago day
Never forget the reason they died
And always remember their names
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© Dan Sullivan 2011
He doesn’t love her anymore
But she’s still in love with him
He says he needs to find himself
But she knows where he’s been
Her heart’s hoping to change his mind
But deep inside she knows
Sometimes love means holding on
Sometimes love means letting go
There’s a picture hanging on the wall
Taken on their wedding day
He’s holding her in his arms
As she cuts the wedding cake
Seems like only yesterday
His love was sure and strong
Now her world’s turned upside down
And she’s barely hanging on
She could try to hold onto
A love that isn’t there
But what good would it do
When he no longer cares
He doesn’t love her anymore
But she’s still in love with him
He says he needs to find himself
But she knows where he’s been
Her heart’s hoping to change his mind
But deep inside she knows
Sometimes love means holding on
Sometimes love means letting go
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© Dan Sullivan 2011
There's a howling wind
There's a storm outside
There's a knocking on the door
"Please let me in" a voice does cry
From a far off foreign shore
I hear the small voice of a child
Pleading once more
"Please let me in"
The poor boy cries
But no one answers the door
Won’t you spare his life, sweet Jesus
But if it’s not your plan for him
He’ll be knocking on Heaven’s door tonight
Won’t you please let him in
In a barrio
In a border town
80 passengers are squeezed
Into the back of a tractor-trailer
Along with Maria Ruiz
Well, the Border Patrol
Saved most of them
But there among the deceased
They find Maria with her fingers
Still clutching her rosary beads
Won’t you hear her prayers, sweet Jesus
For she’s left this world of sin
She’ll be knocking on Heaven’s door tonight
Won’t you please let her in
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© Dan Sullivan 2011
Carolers are singing
They’ve gathered all around
A brightly lit Christmas tree
In a snowy park downtown
Stores are full of Santas
And shoppers in good cheer
But it doesn’t feel at all
Like Christmas this year
It doesn’t feel at all
Like Christmas this year
I listen to the radio
And all those Christmas songs
I hear Salvation Army bells
Ringing all day long
I see the happy faces
As Christmas day draws near
But it doesn’t feel at all
Like Christmas this year
It doesn’t feel at all
Like Christmas this year
There’s nothing to look forward to
Now that you’re not here
Snowflakes aren’t as pretty
When you’re seeing them through tears
Carolers are singing
They’ve gathered all around
A brightly lit Christmas tree
In a snowy park downtown
Stores are full of Santas
And shoppers in good cheer
But it doesn’t feel at all
Like Christmas this year
It doesn’t feel at all
Like Christmas this year
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Dan Sullivan Kalamazoo, Michigan
Some people like gardening, working on cars or woodworking. Others enjoy knitting, collecting stamps or coins. That kind of thing. I like writing songs.
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