Redemption Dream

Michelle Malone - Redemption Dream

  • Redemption Dream

    Up ahead in the distance I can hear the cannon blast

    Questioning, “Who killed the king?”, still echoing from the past

    Freedom rings, the bullet slings – shot out into the night

    “Baby’s Dead”, the headline read. Who’s gonna stop the fight?

    Let the lightening flash, and let the thunder rumble

    Let it burn the flesh of the proud and humble

    Let the earth take its turn and burst at the seams

    in my Redemption Dream

    Who cares if Armageddon’s coming?

    We lit the fires and started running

    Just like the children who carry the blame

    Who brought the mission burning down in flames

    Throwing stones, are you stepping on a crack?

    Oh no, your mama, she can never take you back

    into the womb. The brake was clean

    In my Redemption Dream

    How many days? How many nights?

    How many souls? How many lives?

    We take the chain and break the chain

    in my Redemption Dream

    When does the nightmare stop?

    When does the dream begin?

    Go ask the street vendor, “Hey, when does the fruit stop rotting?”

    The prince of peace was overthrown by a seductive king

    The olive branch when, the dove was slain,

    Washed away down stream

    Take the chain

    and break the chain

    and make a change

    In my Redemption Dream

    Michelle Malone ©1994, Cold Cocked Music/BMI

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  • Black River

    Black river, deep and still

    in the summer sun

    A promise, rise she will

    Walk on before she runs

    The evening dream awakes

    Honeysuckle sweet

    Michelle Malone ©1994, Cold Cocked Music/BMI

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  • California

    I’m going to California

    turn the corner, turn the key

    unlock the secret garden

    and throw away the key

    Don’t care how long it takes me

    Don’t care what I have to do

    I’d crawl across the great divide

    just to get back to you

    My God, how did it ever come to this

    wallowing in my own shit

    Some birds that sing

    have to sacrifice their wings

    Can you save me

    save me from myself

    I’m going to California

    let the sun melt down my heart

    There’ll be no fighting or crying

    no more stumbling in the dark

    and when all the king’s horses

    and all the kings men

    come to visit me in California

    I’ll gladly let them in

    My God, how did it ever come to this

    wallowing in my own shit and

    Some birds that sing

    they had to sacrifice their wings

    Can you save me

    save me from myself

    I’m going to California

    turn the corner, turn the key

    lock up the secret garden

    and throw away the key

    Michelle Malone ©1994, Cold Cocked Music/BMI

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  • Sitting in the Sun

    Sitting in the sun

    waiting for life – begin

    Looking for a sign

    where it starts and where it ends

    And the trees sway to and fro

    like the friends we’ve come to know

    stand tall, grow as one

    Come together one by one

    above the wind thy will be done

    stand tall grow as one

    Sitting in the sun

    Sitting in the sun

    Baring to the fates my back

    We shall all but pass

    though pale rewards wane and wax

    Veiled in obscurity

    Is the answer hard to see

    Stand tall, grow as one

    Come together one by one

    above the wind thy will be done

    Stand tall, grow as one

    Sitting in the sun

    Stand tall and grow together

    Everyone

    Michelle Malone & Gary Steir ©1994, Cold Cocked Music/Stier Skull Music/BMI

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  • Sword

    Your name – a night without end

    I pray the Lord is keeping

    Two doors – you stand or you sleep

    I’m still waiting for you to come in

    I can remember your eyes shining

    I hold a handful of your ashes

    How can you leave me here

    to dig your grave and bury my fear

    Your voice keeps calling to me

    Dig your grave but don’t disappear

    Goodbye – a sword double-edged

    Swallow and I’ll stop beating

    Two doors – you stand or you sleep

    I’m still waiting for you to walk in

    I can remember your eyes shining

    I hold a handful of your ashes

    How can you leave me here

    to dig your grave and bury my fear

    Your voice keeps calling me

    Dig your grave, don’t disappear

    Shine on

    Shine on

    Shine on

    Michelle Malone ©1994, Cold Cocked Music/BMI

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  • The Gathering

    I want you to come with us

    Have a good time with us

    Come sing and dance ‘neath the stars

    Come have a laugh with us

    Come raise your glass with us

    Come and do nothing at all

    We request your presence

    And if you will let us

    We’ll make you feel just like a king

    We’ve rolled out the carpet

    and sent for the carriage

    your smile is all that you must bring

    We are waiting for you

    to come out of the blue

    We’re hoping it won’t be too long

    I’ve a smile you can borrow

    a bucket for sorrow

    Leave your worries – come along

    You butchers, you bakers

    you candlestick makers

    You poets, profits and priests

    Consider it mild

    To come play like a child

    Come one, come all and you’ll see

    It’s your invitation to come to the gathering

    It’s your invitation to come to the gathering

    Michelle Malone ©1994, Cold Cocked Music/BMI

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  • Light of Day

    Everybody’s talking – nobody says a thing

    Everybody’s talking – nobody’s listening

    Brimstone hell and fire chase the lamb away

    You can’t see the heavens for the light of day

    I find it oh so hard to believe

    I find it oh so hard to be free

    I find it oh so hard to be me

    All for the light of the day

    Dark times, dark minds, dark age

    You angels shine your halos – you preachers grab your book

    and mount your golden soapboxes to get a better look

    But don’t you let your high horse carry you too far away

    You can’t see the heavens for the light of day CH (solo)

    Everybody’s talking – nobody says a thing

    Everybody’s still talking – there ain’t nobody listening

    The brimstone hell and fire chase the lamb away

    You can’t see the heavens for the light of day

    Michelle Malone & Wendy Bucklew ©1994, Cold Cocked Music/Wendy Bucklew/BMI

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  • Hollow Day

    Death don’t need a reason to come and take you, child, away

    No, death don’t need a reason to come and take you, child, away

    Loss always in season – it doesn’t take a holiday

    It leaves you in your mourning long about an evening frost

    Leaves you in your mourning long about an evening frost

    Look away from living and suddenly you find it’s lost

    A holiday

    A hollow day

    Hallowed day – No holiday

    So, pack your alligator – you may the first to go

    Pack your alligator, you may be the first to go

    Just what you’re worth – only the undertaker knows

    Michelle Malone ©1994, Cold Cocked Music/BMI

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  • Teen Lament

    I was holding an invitation to meet some danger

    around the corner from an evil love affair

    Something told me feet get ready to be moving

    ’cause I felt like I wasn’t going anywhere

    I took a walk past the church house of my family

    The one that left me feeling solo and for dead

    I was sick with all of your ghosts floating in my bottle

    So I poured them on the pavement and I said

    If Jesus is coming, he better come on

    If Jesus is coming, he better move

    ‘Cause I’m tired of running

    I’ll get what’s coming

    Down at the alter of my youth

    Well, I snuck in through the oak doors of the chapel

    and I lay my weary body on the pew

    Red crushed velvet beneath my halo – I was ready

    to see his face and tell him exactly what he could do

    The sun came a -shinning through the stained glass

    I must have fallen fast asleep through the night

    Something told me girl, ret ready to be moving

    ‘Cause I felt like shedding some of the lies

    Michelle Malone ©1994, Cold Cocked Music/BMI

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  • Sins of All My Years

    My brother died and left me

    My mother moved away

    And I been gone for so long now

    How long I cannot say

    And I am left to wonder

    Just what I’m doing here

    I guess I’ve got to pay for

    The sins of all my years

    I got to pay for the sins

    Of all my years

    Been talking to the Lord

    Sweet Jesus, let me be

    Please keep the devil

    Far away from me

    ‘Cause I have grown so weary

    I can’t outrun my fears

    I guess I got to pay for

    The sins of all my years

    But I won’t be afraid

    And I will find my way

    No, I won’t be afraid

    Of the sins of all my years

    If I should live to be

    Half a century

    Is there a way that I can pay

    And live forever free

    ‘Cause my spirit has grown empty

    There’s not much fight left here

    I guess I got to pay for

    The sins of all my years

    If I should have to pay and pay

    If I should have to pay and pay

    If I should have to pay and pay and pay

    For the sins of all my years

    Michelle Malone ©1994, Cold Cocked Music/BMI

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  • Shadow On the Wall

    You’d think after all this time

    I’d finally have my shit together

    What’s wrong with staying home

    and talking to that shadow on the wall

    I’m not the type that can stay home

    and pay attention to those feelings

    Sometimes just to be sure you’re still alive

    you’ve got to keep on moving on and on and on

    But if the music plays, I’ll never be too far away

    If the music plays, I’ll never be too far away

    but I’m still running, I’m still running away

    Sometimes I get so restless

    I get so wound up, I get so bored

    I go out looking for some sign of life

    for trouble to take on

    But I don’t have all night

    Come on and make your move

    but don’t get too comfortable

    Hand me down my walking shoes

    And if the music plays, I’ll never be too far away

    If the music plays, I’ll never be too far away

    because I’m still running, I’m still running away

    A little taste of this, a drop of that and I’ll be doing fine

    Anything that I can do, anything that I can find

    to keep me of my mind

    and I’m still running, I’m still running,

    I’m still running away

    Michelle Malone ©1994, Cold Cocked Music/BMI

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