Another Summer Back in My Hometown.m4a

LYRICS: 
Born on the Day of the Dead

El Dia de Los Muertos
The feast of all souls
The people are told
I can pave the way
Today is the day
They all congregate

I was born on the day of the dead
I was born on the day of the dead

Oh, Saint Valentine
How your day and mine
Are now intertwined
That’s the very eve
That I was conceived
That’s my mystery

I was born on the day of the dead
I was born on the day of the dead
Asked my mama, my mama said
I was born on the day of the dead

There’s no reason to fear
This season each year
Be glad they are here
Light a candle for them
That ghost is your friend
A life without end

I was born on the day of the dead
I was born on the day of the dead
Read the good book and the good book said
I was born on the day of the dead
I was born on the day of the dead

Born on the Day of the Dead.m4a

Braidwood.m4a

LYRICS:
Desolation Wilderness

October turned November
Colder than I’ve ever felt
And older than I remember
Out there all by myself

So I zipped my coat against the wind
Saw a storm was threatening
I knew I’d have to change my course real soon
The last leaf blew off an aspen tree
That’s when it finally dawned on me￼
I realized￼ I’d be passing through
Desolation Wilderness

I shivered all through winter
In a blizzard buried in snow￼
Grew bitter as I grew thinner
I’d given up all my hope

For forty days and forty nights
The path was poor and slick with ice
I cursed because I could not keep it in
I huddled up into a cave
Thinking there that I’d be safe
But only made it worse deep within
Desolation Wilderness 
Desolation Wilderness 

My God, why have you forsaken me?
I’m lost and I’m praying to be free

In April the rain fell
With hateful mist and the mud
Then one day, only through your grace
I was grateful for a glimpse of the sun

I stunk of sweat and something dead
But I shook the fear out of my head
And I found the strength to push away my doubt
I picked my step up and hurried on
Knowing soon would come the dawn
And knowing, too, that I had made it out
Of the Desolation Wilderness
Desolation Wilderness
Desolation Wilderness

Desolation Widerness.m4a

LYRICS:

Digging Your Own Grave

You think you’re the lifeblood of the party
I can only bite my tongue
Things all go to hell once you get started  Always goes 
Now the hole is almost done

You made your bed now lie down in it
It’s your funeral
More entrenched with every minute

Digging your own grave
Is it any wonder
Nobody can save you now
Decisions you have made put you 6 feet under
This is just your way of digging your own grave

Things you do for spite just to get even
It’s yourself you sabotage
You think it’s your right to seek your revenge
Like a headstone you won’t budge

It’s your life so please send flowers
Cause It will be the death of me
I’ll walk away while you spend hours

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Digging Your Own Grave.m4a

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Watertown
© 2021 Paul Behan

The city folk were hungry for their New York Times
And that devoured paper back in 1869
A man on the Black River named Illustrious
Built water-powered paper mills, so industrious

CHORUS:
Watertown, turn to face the river
Turn to face your life
Turn to face the water, Watertown

A hundred years had gone by
In the 70s
Mothers told their children
Don’t go near that river, please
It’s dangerous and dirty
And paper was to blame
Black River was blacklisted
By the EPA

CHORUS

Can you see
Your grand houses crumbling down?
No more money in this town
And so just like yesterday
The river sets your fate
Can you hear the people say
What a town, Watertown

The city folk are hungry
For the great outdoors 
They will come in numbers
To your rugged North 
Paddling the rapids
Skiing on the trails
What is the next chapter
In your river tale?

Watertown, turn to face the river
Turn to face your life
Turn to face the future Watertown
Watertown, turn to face the river
Turn to face your life
Turn to face the water, Watertown

Paul Behan

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