Life is like a big field, beautiful, but at times treacherous. Staying focused in the field helps us to appreciate what really matters. For Richard and Gene Miller....

You got to walk in the field
You got to face the rising sun
You got to fell the wind of God
Because there's only one
You gotta run to your lover
And say "we've got to be healed"
And say a prayer to the Blessed Mother
Oh, when we walk in the field
You've got to jump on a rusty tractor
And grind through the gears of life
You got to know what the hell you're after
And run away from the lies, yes you do
You gotta run to your lover
And say "we've got to be healed"
And say a prayer to the Blessed Mother
Oh, when we walk in the field

Walk In The Field

Classic cowboy ballad, sung so many times. Public domain, before there was one.

Red River Valley

Interpretation of public domain classics. Just about Americana as you can get.

Midnight Special

Song about how we are all just passing through this world. We need help getting through it well.
Traveling at the speed of sound
Trying not to reach the ground
And remember all I found
All the memories, all around
It's a home sweet exile
Home sweet exile
Home again
Home again for just a while
Mama says you gotta a choice to make
About your life, for heaven's sake
Better listen to what your Papa say
That there's hope for us, come what may
It's a home sweet exile
Home sweet exile
Home again
Home again for just a while
The sound barrier is broken
And all the prophets have spoken
It's a home sweet exile
Home sweet exile
Home again
Home again for just a while

Home Sweet Exile

Two lovers make promises they can't understand
But they know they're in love, and with God's grace they can
So they say the right words, and exchange wedding bands
And victory follows them home
Hey, hey, victory follows you home
Hey, hey, victory follows you home

A little boy walks on the ice with his dad
He starts sliding, so they go hand in hand
And just for a moment they conquer the land
And victory follows them home
Hey, hey, victory follows you home
Hey, hey, victory follows you home

We all showed up at the wake of a man
Whose widow, it turned out, was his biggest fan
Her tears mixed with joy, with joy as they ran
And victory followed him home
Hey, hey, victory follows you home
Hey, hey, victory follows you home

Victory Song

I hear the bulldozers coming
I hear their engines are humming
I see the neighbors start running
Wandering free
Stars, and traffic lights and me
Oh, say can you see?
The nomadic life's for me
My friends all say it's a pity
The fact I got to leave the city
Get out of Dodge and forget Miss Kitty
Wandering free
Stars, and traffic lights and me
Oh, say can you see?
The nomadic life's for me
Who needs a home, when we're meant to roam?
Nothing but empty pockets
And I sure miss electrical sockets
My car failed inspection, so I don't even lock it
Wandering free
Stars, and traffic lights and me
Oh, say can you see?
The nomadic life's for me...

Nomadic Life's for Me

And i wonder if you really love me
And I wonder if you really care
But I don't expect an answer
And I'm not a necromancer
And you've always been a dancer when I'm there
And I wonder when you started laughing
And I wonder why you looked away
But my mind is tarnished
And all my memories varnished
But the horses are still harnessed...we ride today
And I wonder if you hear me singing
And I wonder if you cracked a smile
But this song is ending
And a peer review is pending
The message I am sending...down the aisle

Down the Aisle

(A song about prayer...)

Talk to me when the world is over
Talk to me when it’s on your shoulder
Talk to me when your thoughts are pending
Talk to me if emotions are bending

Don’t let your heart get away
Oh, talk to me

Speak to me Michaelangelo’s Moses
Speak to me like a dozen roses
Speak to me and I’ll move a mountain
Water flowing in a Spanish fountain

Don’t let your heart get away
Oh, talk to me

You got to say 
Or pain gets its way

Talk to me when the world is over
Talk to me when it’s on your shoulder
Talk to me when your thoughts are pending
Talk to me if emotions are bending

Don’t let your heart get away
Oh, talk to me

Talk To Me

Traditional classic way beyond public domain now. My take in 3/4 time.

The Miidnight Special

Gabriel was an angel from Heaven, according to Luke 1, verse 27. All the waiting finally ending. God became man, and the world started mending. Angels came to say, “Put your fears away.” Angels came to say, “Put your fears away.”

Joseph loved his wife and his nation. He took Mary home, risking his good reputation. Words in a dream gave him insight. Revelation guides them day and night. Angels came to say, “Put your fears away.” Angels came to say, “Put your fears away.”

Shepherds rarely see anything shocking, but the fields tonight are really rocking. Angels light up the sky with their song. Gloria in excelsis Deo! all night long. Angels came to say, “Put your fears away.” Angels came to say, “Put your fears away.”

Angels came to say

We gotta run, we gotta run
To the town of David
And a new-born Son
Angels talking in a blaze of glory
Telling us ‘bout a heavenly story
Over there, a bright star hovers
Find the babe in swaddling covers
We gotta run, we gotta run
To the town of David
And a new-born Son.
Peace on earth be with you all now
To the manger of a mule and cow
His mother Mary, tired but blessed
Showed us where salvation rested
We gotta run, we gotta run
To the town of David
And a new-born Son


We gotta run

(The power of love can change our hearts in an instant...)

Oh the ball’s gonna roll, and the world’s gonna know it
That it’s fate for you and I
And marvelous things are about to unfurl their colors in the sky
Oh the wind, oh the wind, oh the wind can save your heart
Oh the wind, oh the wind, oh the wind can save your heart

If your heart were to know the love that surrounds it
The shock would knock you down
A voice in the air calls your name everywhere
It’ll bring you to the ground
Oh the wind, oh the wind, oh the wind can save your heart
Oh the wind, oh the wind, oh the wind can save your heart

If you could reach those spitting flames
The heat would heal your scars
'Cause truth never takes or forsakes
Wayfarers in troubled parts
Oh the wind, oh the wind, oh the wind can save your heart
Oh the wind, oh the wind, oh the wind can save your heart

Tornado Love Song

(About the search for life's meaning...)

And I wonder if you really love me
And I wonder if you're really there
But I don't expect an answer
And I hope I don't get cancer
And my eyes are on the dancers in the hall

And I wonder when you started laughing
And I wonder why you looked away
But time keeps tarnished
The woodwork that needs varnished
And horses still need harnessed in their stalls

'Cause I wonder if you ever loved me...

Wonder

(About sincerity and voicing our problems...)

Tell your story, let it out
Don't you worry,  you're finding out
Tell your story, let the truth begin
Tell your story, let the truth begin

Tell your story, you will be
Closer to recovery
Tell your story, let the truth begin
Tell your story, let the truth begin 

Why watch the shadows on the wall, far from reality?
Why not wander in the land where you and I should be?
Let those who have a right to know...be right

Tell your story, let it out
Don't you worry,  you're finding out
Tell your story, let the truth begin
Tell your story, let the truth begin

Tell your story...

Tell Your Story

(Our lives can proclaim what the world most needs to hear...)

It’s unbelievable
When they push you around
And it’s unrepeatable
When you’re lying on the ground

Here comes the emperor
The one with the golden crown
He’s just a manager
Of an unruly crowd

The times may be a changing 
But the truth stays the same
Enemies are raging
Revelation calls your name

It’s like a prophesy
It’s just like getting old
A word of what must be
While the story’s being told

And if we walk away
Away from lesser things
It’s what we gotta say
To all the mediocrity

The times may be a changing 
But the truth stays the same
Enemies are raging
Revelation calls your name

It’s like a prophesy
It’s just like getting old
A word of what must be
While the story’s being told

It’s like a prophesy
Just like a prophesy
Another prophesy
Come on, prophesy

Like a Prophesy

Simple Catholic priest trying to keep up with some contemporary music, and hear artists reflect in their creativity the beauty of the Creator. All songs posted are original (except for public domain classics) but may be covered, if you dare! Click on the pictures to get the lyrics.

Marty John Miller

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