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JUSTIN NOZUKA lyrics - You I Wind Land And Sea

Carried You

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When did you unfold, slowly turn cold, and finalize your soul I will not be the one to tell your Momma that her son has gone From and out the moment we locked eyes I knew that this was wrong I will not be the one to let you slip and watch you turn to stone I carried you, carried you, Carried down to the ground I carried you Mercy mercy mercy mercy Sent a prayer to hold this coloured tone I knew had touched your soul How can I be the one to bring you the Sun when I freed you of your bones Oh no I will not let you go I shall take my hand unto my heart And leave this broken road Everything I'll give to you So we can dance the war, I'll let you lead But let me take control I carried you, carried you, Carried down to the ground I carried you Mercy mercy mercy mercy Heaven is only three blocks Heave is only three blocks away I carried you, carried you, Carried down to the ground I carried you Mercy mercy mercy mercy Heaven is only three blocks Heaven is only three blocks away

Mercy Bound

JOAN BAEZ "Gone From Danger"
Late last night I awoke in a dream To the sound of a voice that was almost a scream Oh oh oh From out of the city and out of the street Out where the wind hits the cold concrete Oh oh oh It's cold outside Darkness your enemy No place to hide The voice said this to me In your doorways I have shivered In your alleys I have gone to ground But I will be delivered Someday I will be mercy bound I dreamed again it was west L.A. On a crowded street on a hot summer day She was alone Three months late and beginning to show In a midriff blouse she would soon outgrow She had no one to call And no way home And in my mind I knew I'd seen myself But in our blindness It always seems like someone else There I was a rag a bone A remnant in your lost and found I was for once truly alone Longing to be mercy bound And I knew that I would wander as child in the forest Till they found me And I called out to them but I could not penetrate the silence All around me And when I wake I know you'll comfort me And I won't sleep again for an eternity But others lie awake at night In desperation more profound And the coming of the morning light Will not see them mercy bound And some will never dream again From sleeping on the ground Just longing to belong And dying to be mercy bound Oh please don't stop your dreaming Someday we'll all be mercy bound

My Blue Heaven

JERRY LEE LEWIS "Ole Tyme Country Music"
Just Mollie and me, And the Baby makes three, Oh We're happy in My Blue Heaven. You will turn to the right, Little Bright light Will lead you to My My Blue Heaven [Chorus] You'll see a smiling face, A fire place, a little room, A little nest That's nestled where the roses bloom. Mollie and me, and Baby makes three, We're happy in My Blue Heaven. [Instrumental + Chorus]

You're My Temptation

ALICE COOPER "The Last Temptation"
Don't touch your lips Don't wear your hair like that I feel your presence all around me Don't get too close Don't move your eyes like that Because they're deep enough to drown me It don't get how like this in Heaven You fool me with your angel face Your master knows where I'm my weakest Mercy please, I'm on my knees You're my temptation Measure my faith, the devil's awake He knows you're my temptation Don't call my name Don't brush my cheek like that I curse the day that I found you Don't touch my skin Don't dance around like that I feel damnation all around you And so I raise my voice to Heaven Please hide me in some holy place Protect my soul, I'm only human Mercy please, I'm on my knees You're my temptation Look down and see Deliver me from my dark sensation Give me faith, don't let me waste You're my temptation Come to me You're such a liar Won't you come to me Move closer to the fire Just come to me No, no, no Won't you come to me I will set you free No, no, no Mercy please, I'm on my knees You're my temptation Measure my faith, the devil's awake He knows you're my temptation Mercy please, I'm on my knees You're my temptation Go away in Heaven's name You're my temptation Go away, just go away My dark sensation

Kneeling Drunkards Plea

JOHNNY CASH "Unchained"
Lord have mercy on me Was the kneeling drunkard's plea And as he knelt there on the ground I know that God in heaven looked down I went down by an old country church I saw the drunkard stagger and lurch And as he reached his mother's grave I saw that drunkard kneel and pray Lord have mercy on me Was the kneeling drunkard's plea And as he knelt there on the ground I know that God in heaven looked down Bring my darling boy to me Was his mother's dying plea And as he staggered through the gate A lassie came just one day too late Three years have passed since she went away Her son is sleeping beside her today And I know that in heaven his mother he'll see For God has heard that drunkard's plea Lord have mercy on me Was the kneeling drunkard's plea And as he knelt there on the ground I know that God in heaven looked down

Where Are You Now, My Son?

JOAN BAEZ "Where Are You Now, My Son?"
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead An aging woman picks along the craters and the rubble A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe, a whole lifetime of trouble A sobbing chant comes from her throat and splits the morning air The single son she had last night is buried under her They say that the war is done Where are you now, my son? An old man with unsteady gait and beard of ancient white Bent to the ground with arms outstretched faltering in his plight I took his hand to steady him, he stood and did not turn But smiled and wept and bowed and mumbled softly, "Danke shoen" The children on the roadsides of the villages and towns Would stand around us laughing as we stood like giant clowns The mourning bands told whom they'd lost by last night's phantom messenger And they spoke their only words in English, "Johnson, Nixon, Kissinger" Now that the war's being won Where are you now, my son? The siren gives a running break to those who live in town Take the children and the blankets to the concrete underground Sometimes we'd sing and joke and paint bright pictures on the wall And wonder if we would die well and if we'd loved at all The helmetless defiant ones sit on the curb and stare At tracers flashing through the sky and planes bursting in air But way out in the villages no warning comes before a blast That means a sleeping child will never make it to the door The days of our youth were fun Where are you now, my son? From the distant cabins in the sky where no man hears the sound Of death on earth from his own bombs, six pilots were shot down Next day six hulking bandaged men were dazzled by a room Of newsmen. Sally keep the faith, let's hope this war ends soon In a damaged prison camp where they no longer had command They shook their heads, what irony, we thought peace was at hand The preacher read a Christmas prayer and the men kneeled on the ground Then sheepishly asked me to sing "They Drove Old Dixie Down" Yours was the righteous gun Where are you now, my son? We gathered in the lobby celebrating Chrismas Eve The French, the Poles, the Indians, Cubans and Vietnamese The tiny tree our host had fixed sweetened familiar psalms But the most sacred of Christmas prayers was shattered by the bombs So back into the shelter where two lovely women rose And with a brilliance and a fierceness and a gentleness which froze The rest of us to silence as their voices soared with joy Outshining every bomb that fell that night upon Hanoi With bravery we have sun But where are you now, my son? Oh people of the shelters what a gift you've given me To smile at me and quietly let me share your agony And I can only bow in utter humbleness and ask Forgiveness and forgiveness for the things we've brought to pass The black pyjama'd culture that we tried to kill with pellet holes And rows of tiny coffins we've paid for with our souls Have built a spirit seldom seen in women and in men And the white flower of Bac Mai will surely blossom once again I've heard that the war is done Then where are you now, my son?

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