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Give Us a Kiss

by T. Thorn Coyle

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You who open the vault of heaven, Out of the blackness, come spinning of stars!
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Angelsea 03:44
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Raucous Yes! 03:58
Raucous Yes! chorus Make a ruckus, yeah. Our voices raised, let’s shake the sky! Give a raucous, YES! Uncoil those ropes, let the banners fly. We are the ones who are tired of the scheming, We are the ones who are sick of your scams. We are the ones who will never stop dreaming, We think we can, we think we can.. chorus We are the ones who say “screw your million dollars bail!” We are the ones who are free even sitting in your jail. We are the untamed spirits pounding garbage cans. We are linked together, working on a plan C’mon cmon cmon, cmon, clap hands! “ let’s dance! “ make noise “ c’mon c’mon chorus We say! Chevron, Oxy, Dupont, where’s our sacred land? We say! McDonalds, Mistubishi grown any rainforest yet today? We say! Nike, Gap, whose kids are slaving for those clothes? We say hey! People! Take the streets, plant a flower, make some noise! chorus We say, didn't I see you in lock down last week? What’s your sign? Hey! Officer! aren’t you hot in that polyester uniform? Hey! no, I’m not selling out, I got it in a thrift store for 3 bucks! Hey! somebody got a wheat free sandwich? I demand free lunch! c’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon sit down! “ bounce up! “ give us kiss! “ c’mon c’mon
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Hey Mister 04:56
Hey Mister, its really not my place to put you down. Hey Mister, its not in my thealogy. Hey Mister, I shouldn’t run your name into the ground Hey Mister, but I seem to do it anyway! Hey Mister I know that I should seek the God within. Hey Mister, but in your eyes She doesn’t seem to play Hey Mister, I suppose I ought to listen, not defend Hey Mister, but I just don’t see the world your way! All I see are your big cars and the way my neighborhood has changed It makes me want to shout you out and pull my hair like I’m deranged. I want to bring salvation back I really want us to evolve. But I don’t know how to see a thing but money, opposition and false power. H.M. I don’t have much patience for this game HM Your mind is filled with profit, loss and gain HM I suppose that’s just a bit unfair HM but I seem to think it anyway! HM I know I preach diversity HM But that doesn’t make me want you in this town HM I’m guilty of some fixed belief HM I’m a hypocrite most any day! All I want is a better world But we’re making it a hell I don’t believe in You see, I guess I’m part to blame for my lack of peaceful feelings. I want to bring salvation back I really want us to evolve Before we give ourselves a heart attack can’t we read the writing on the wall? HM, even if we don’t agree HM, I’m tired of this us and them HM I’m not just another freak HM and you’re not just another corporation. See, corporal means we’ve got heart, and corporal means we take breath I want to bring some spirit in and see if we can talk of life, not death! Can you come outside and smell the green, can we walk that extra mile and taste our sweat? HM, will take that risk with me? HM, I won’t sneer and you won’t scowl. HM, It’s a crazy bid to set us free HM, Heeaayyyy, Madam, Sir, Mister, Ms. are you theeeerree?
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Angola 04:38
chorus The men in Angola Prison live in chains but who do their hearts sing to? 2x Do they till the fields without satisfaction? Or bless the sun sinking into sweet earth? Do their hands get blistered and backs grow tired? and who do their hearts sing to? chorus Do they dream of freedom and talk for hours as they live together long 85 years? Do they love each other or can't be bothered? and who do their hearts sing to? chorus (coda) We don't need this different kind of slavery We don't need you to be persecuting poverty Can't you hear their voices rising? Who do their hearts sing to? T. Thorn Coyle
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Zion 04:23
Zion I don’t remember Zion We never had a Zion All that we know is this disintegrating land. Can we imagine Zion? Can we build ourselves a Zion by bringing liberty and justice to this land. Can we live in the fertile crescent again? Can we build our pyramids without the slaves? We can work together, hand in hand in hand, we can build a sacred land. Sacred land. We can envision land without the guns without the missiles. We can envision land without the poisoned waters and soil. we can envision land where everyone stands free and strong. we can envision flowers tearing down the concrete walls Oh, this is Zion 2x Call it what you want to , but call it back, call it home Call it what you hear it but call it back, let’s make a home Oh, long ago, they called it Zion Listen, long ago a they built a Zion. Oh, Her spirit will be in the heart that rejoices, 2x That’s the promise that will make a new Zion Rejoice, we can make a new Zion. Call it what you want want to, call it back, make it home. T. Thorn Coyle
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Persephone 03:31
Persephone Persephone, moving underground. Sweet Persephone, down, down down. Past the clever roots, down beyond the turning worms. going down below, to where the dead hold sway. Sweet Persephone, hey, hey, hey As I walk these cold, grey streets, I see jewels, scattered at my feet Pomegranate seeds glint ruby red. Did someone leave you an offering? Or did you cast them up from down below? To tell your Mother, that you said hello to tell your Mother everything was OK. Sweet Persephone hey, hey, hey I’ll pass the word. I’ll pass the word. I’ll tell the rain and I’ll ask the grass to grow I’ll tell the wind to blow to let the birds in the trees all know You’re coming back. You’re coming back. Persephone, moving underground. Sweet Persephone, down, down down. Past the clever roots, beyond the turning worms. going down below, to where the dead hold sway. Sweet Persephone, hey, hey, hey I’ll pass the word...You’re coming back. T. Thorn Coyle
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Children of Promise We are the daughters of morning. We are the sons of night. We are the children of promise. got to make it through... We are on our journey into the depths of soul there is war outside us there is danger within. We walk through the days and nights in a fog of wonder, joy and fear how can we see what’s right how can we make things clear? chorus We need to learn to know ourselves in confusion’s culture, right or wrong. can we wake up to our story can we sing a new song? chorus into: we are the children of promise- Got to make a spirit, got to forge a soul got to know ourselves got to see ourselves whole got to, got to do, got to got to listen to the war outside and the danger within got to make it right got to learn to how to be human got to learn how to be human let us learn how to be human... oh may we learn how to be human... 2x may we learn learn learn may we feel how to be human may we make a new spirit may we forge a new soul We are the daughters of morning. We are the sons of night. We are the children of promise. we will see it thru 3x We will. T. Thorn Coyle
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Song for Siripongs I didn’t want you to know the pricking of the needle’s tongue I didn’t want you to know that drift into oblivion ohohoh Your prison garb swaying like a saffron robe scent of sandlewood drifting from your fingers I sing this song 'cause I don’t know how to save you we stand now accused... oh, your gentle Buddha’s smile
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God Soul Waltz Who is this flower above me? And what is the work of this God? I would know myself, in all my parts... Breath up (ha) breath in again, in again, in again Breath up (ha) ohohoh, in again in again in again

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released May 1, 2000

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