Country & Folk 3

God doesn’t want my kind in Heaven

God hasn’t called me home
An old man told me
Cause he doesn’t want me up there

Telling him what it’s like
Down on this mortal coil
Not something that he wants to hear

I’m ninety-two years old
Seen things to make your blood run cold
Little children crying out in pain

I just don’t understand
Is that part of his plan?
Little children crying out in pain

God doesn’t want my kind in Heaven
So, I guess I’ll have to go on living
God doesn’t want my kind in Heaven
So, I guess I’ll have to stick around

God hasn’t called me home
Way too cantankerous
He doesn’t want my sort up there

Saying his creation’s flawed
Asking him how could you Lord
Allow the things that are happening down here?


God hasn’t called me home
But I guess it won’t be long
Did I mention that I’m ninety-two?

At my age you speak your mind
Sorry to take up your time
Hope that I have not offended you

God doesn’t want my kind in Heaven
So, I guess I’ll have to go on living
God doesn’t want my kind in Heaven
So, I guess I’ll have to stick around

(repeat chorus)

God Doesn't Want My Kind In Heaven

Lord I Know You Hear Me

Leaving St. Seraphina`s

   today I ate pine bark and fiddleheads
   got a full belly of fight
   Brother Remnant Sister Makepeace
   did you miss me turning out the lights
   I`m five miles down the northern pike

  lay me down in trembling alder
  my finger boat crosses the moon
  grandmother grey I found your bear star
  lost my language in a locked room
  scrubbed with lye lies and brooms
  
  I`m leaving St Seraphina`s
  took my name you can`t keep me
  from a house over Malaspina
  scars never show on the sea
  no scars on the sea

  tracks I dawdle down scared of wild eyes
  travel nights like the spirit fox
  Brother Remnant Sister Makepeace
  I am like this black beetle in a box
  your sermons sound like rattling rocks

  I`m leaving St Seraphina`s
  took my name you can`t keep me
  from a house over Malaspina
  scars never show on the sea
  no scars on the sea

  leaving St Seraphina`s
  barefoot again kick off your hard boots
  I`m the grass on the winter prairie
  only died down to my roots
  only died to my roots

    © Robert Cordrey July 2021

Leaving St. Seraphina`s

OLD SOUTHBOUND LINE

louisiana moon winkin' through the leaves
swear i heard the ghost of a hobo breathin'
every now and then i hear the lonesome sound
of a distant whistle of that old southbound
trestle like a skeleton ready to fall
can barely stand a yankee wind as it calls
broken boxcars battling kudzu vine
home to coyotes, critters and empty bottles of wine
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;night time on that old southbound line
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;takes me back to a different place and time
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;some good, some bad, some have slipped my mind
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;but i became the man i am on that old southbound line

potters field, many a nameless cross
covered in briars and spanish moss
the stories i could tell with old friends of mine
from the first train we hopped to the end of the line
another wishful night under the stars
away from home, god knows how far
beside these rusty rails prayin' it don't rain
singin' jimmie rodgers waitin' for a train
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;night time on that old southbound line
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;takes me back to a different place and time
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;some good, some bad, some have slipped my mind
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;but i became the man i am on that old southbound line
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;night time on that old southbound line
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;takes me back to a different place and time
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;some good, some bad, some have slipped my mind
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;but i became the man i am on that old southbound line
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;i became the man i am on that old southbound line

© Michael LeBlanc and floyd jane

Old Southbound Line

Different From Today

The Last Real Man

I can't bear it
This feeling tugging at me
I swear it's coming out of nowhere
Now it's swirling, curling 'round my sanity
You hold me to calm me 'cos I'm gasping for air

We gotta get out of here
Gotta run, gotta jump, gotta land right
And then I know we'll be alright
We gotta get out of here
Gotta run through open spaces
With no familiar faces
Just you and me

I can't take it
Can't take any more fear
It's pouring through my body like rain
My reserves are depleted
I'm weak and I'm needy
You want me to believe that I'm not going insane

We gotta get out of here
Gotta run, gotta jump, gotta land right
And then I know we'll be alright
We gotta get out of here
Gotta run through open spaces
With no familiar faces
Just you and me

No more isolation
These walls are crashing in on me
The lights are flashing, blinding me
You're my inspiration
You see in me what I don't see
You bolster me 
Cos you believe in me

We gotta get out of here
Gotta run, gotta jump, gotta land right
And then I know we'll be alright
We gotta get out of here
Gotta run through open spaces
With no familiar faces
Just you and me

Out Of Here

A collaboration with Robert Cordrey and  Musiola team.

Drunk Cupid

We’ve been round and round, up and down 
But sweet baby look at us now,
We’ve been back and forth, so far off course,
But we’ll make it back somehow,

	What does it matter that the world is in tatters,
	When we just want to dance?
	Let the band play on until the last song
	It’s a night for romance

Something borrowed, something blue, we have only ourselves to blame,
A new way to walk and a new way to talk,
But the dance is always the same.

	I’ve committed no crime, except for making bad rhymes,
	So it’s straight to my room I must go,
	How’d you know it was me so easily?
 Was it just by my prose?

Now the music will stop, the band will pack up,
But you still want to dance with me
So we will go on with our own little song,
Because we fit so comfortably

Last Dance

A Dream Within A Dream

John The Revelator
© Trad Arr Bud Merritt, Janice Merritt & Peter Fulham
Janice: Vocals / cajon / arrangement
Peter: Guitars / arrangement / mix assistance
Bud: Arrangement / RealTracks / mix / mastering / cover art
John the Revelator is a traditional gospel/blues song typically heard in a call and response format. Its chorus refers to John of Patmos writing about the opening of the seven seals (which brings  about the apocalypse)while the verses contain additional biblical references. The first written version is said to have appeared in 1880, although it's possible the song is considerably older. We've been unsuccessful in locating the specific reference to this date.   Regardless the African-American origins are indisputable and are, unfortunately, not always referenced.  Interpretations have been done by Blind Willie Johnson, Son House and more of late John Mellencamp, Depeche Mode, Gov't Mule and Larkin Poe.

There are a multitude of lyric variations.  We chose these with a bit of tweaking.

Tell me who's that writin’? John the Revelator
Who's that writin'? John the Revelator
Who's that writin'? John the Revelator
He wrote the book of the seven seals

	God walked down in the cool of the day
	Called Adam by his name
	And he refused to answer
	Cause he was naked and ashamed

Tell me who's that writin’? John the Revelator
Who's that writin'? John the Revelator
Who's that writin'? John the Revelator
He wrote the book of the seven seals

	You know he had twelve apostles
	And three he led away
	He said, Watch with me one hour,
	'till I go yonder and pray


Tell me who's that writin’? John the Revelator
Who's that writin'? John the Revelator
Who's that writin'? John the Revelator
He wrote the book of the seven seals

	Well who is worthy, thousands cried holy 
	Bound for some, Son of our God
	Daughter of Zion, Judah the Lion 
	He redeems and binds us with his blood

Tell me who's that writin’? John the Revelator
Who's that writin'? John the Revelator
Who's that writin'? John the Revelator
He wrote the book of the seven seals

John The Revelator

Crocodile

Crocodile Ver. II

Amnesia

LONG DISTANCE SATELLITE
BY DAVID SNYDER

V1

I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING, I FEEL YOU I FEEL YOU
IT SEEMS LIKE THE MADNESS IS WORSE THAN A WAR
AND WE’RE SPINNING WE’RE SPINNING, IN WEBS OF ILLUSION
ELECTRONIC CONFUSION, AND THERE’S NO EXIT DOOR
BUT I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I’D GIVE MY LIFE FOR YOU
AND I’LL TELL YOU AGAIN LIKE I’VE TOLD YOU BEFORE
I WILL HOLD YOU, WILL HOLD YOU, WILL HOLD YOU
UNTIL WE FEAR NO MORE

CH

OH I WILL BE YOUR LONG DISTANCE SATELLITE
I WILL BE YOUR LONG DISTANCE SATELLITE
AND ALTHOUGH I AM COVERED, I AM COVERED
I AM COVERED IN BLOOD AND SACRIFICE
YOU CAN CALL ME, ANYTIME OF THE DAY OR NIGHT
AND I WILL BE YOUR LONG DISTANCE SATELLITE

V2

YOU’VE HEARD OF BETHLEHEM OVER AND OVER
AND SOMETIMES WE DON’T KNOW WHAT ANYTHING MEANS
AND IT’S HARD TO BELIEVE IN A WORLD WHERE THE POWER
MAKES SURE THAT THIS POWER IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS
BUT I HEAR YOU, I HEAR YOU, MY HEART’S BEATING FOR YOU
AND I’LL TELL YOU AGAIN LIKE I’VE TOLD YOU BEFORE
I WILL HOLD YOU, WILL HOLD YOU, WILL HOLD YOU
UNTIL WE CRY NO MORE

CH

OH I WILL BE YOUR LONG DISTANCE SATELLITE
I WILL BE YOUR LONG DISTANCE SATELLITE
AND ALTHOUGH I AM COVERED, I AM COVERED
I AM COVERED IN BLOOD AND SACRIFICE
YOU CAN CALL ME, ANYTIME OF THE DAY OR NIGHT
AND I WILL BE YOUR LONG DISTANCE SATELLITE

BRIDGE:

SO CALL ME TONIGHT
CALL ME TONIGHT
ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ASK, AND WE WILL MAKE IT RIGHT

CHORUS

WORDS AND MUSIC COPYRIGHT 2020 BY DAVID SNYDER
ASCAP/DAY OF FAITH RECORDS
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

David Snyder. Guitar, Vocals, Production, Engineering

Long Distance Satellite

Hope

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2 Bit Mystic is a singer/songwriter from Canada.
My influences are folk, americana and psychedelic rock.
I collaborate with with ScottC on our band project Spirit Level.
https://soundcloud.com/spiritlevel-ca

Leaving St. Seraphina`s

2 Bit Mystic

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