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Anyone's Son Will Do
Homeland InsecurityC 2003 Michael Bade(Seattle. WTO, Round up of local Muslims, Round up of local Japanese.) Nineteen forty two, American Japanese we’re told they’d be protected if they went quietly. Like cattle in the desert inside a barb wire fence When they looked up all the guns were pointing in. You’ve heard about the roundups of Muslim men and boys, claiming they have cells and nasty little ploys One day they’re with us the next they disappear. Redefining freedom in the land of fear Homeland security works if we sleep. Just close our eyes and don’t think too deep They don’t want you to protest or question what they do,They’re rounding up the Muslims And looking close at you. McCarthy spread fear like a viral disease he painted RED on all his enemies Are you un-American? Do you sympathize? Aren’t you kinda gay? Let me look in your eyes WTO they tried to keep it quiet, when it got too big they called it a riot They fired on the crowd until the 4th day,when the mayor called the cops off the violence went away. You’ve heard about the round ups of Muslim boys and men. Right here in America it’s happening again They strip you of your rights. You’re left to rot in jail. You can’t see the charges and there isn’t any bail Take Me Up to the MountainC 1999 Michael E. Bade(Pennsylvania. On the way home from a long day missing the West Coast) Heading down in the left hand lane trying hard not to feel the pain of troubles and so much to do. Billboard says, I’ll feel alright if I stay in your hotel tonight. Sometimes I wish that that were true. Take me up to the mountain. Take me out to the sea. Let me wade in the river. Pour your waters over me . Where’s the time I’m suppose to pray. Rushing through life everyday. Maybe that’s something for the privileged few. How am I suppose to find a little bit of that peace of mind. I’m late and there’s so much to do. Didn’t get here in just one day gonna take some time to feel ok. Lord you know what I have to do. Anyone's Son Will DoWords and Music by Michael Bade c 2002 Michael Bade(Chord Structure by Steve Walker and Michael Bade) I was just a boy like boys around the world Raised on mom and apple pie my nations flag unfurled I thought I’ld join like other boys looking for a thrill They have got to change you to make you want to kill My hairs cut short, I’m screamed at like a dog. I haven’t slept in days for days on end my mind is in a fog I’ve marched and run and crawled through swamps it’s all part of the drill. They’ve got to change you to make you want to kill Anyone’s son will do It doesn’t really matter who They’ll wrap you in the flag and new pair of boots And while you’re out there dyin, They’re the ones high flying As you crawl your way through hell to get back home As you crawl your way through hell just to get back home I have been taught so many things I’ve never done before 100 ways to take a life and what we’re fighting for They’ve trained me for an enemy whose blood I’ll gladly spill. They have got to change you to make you want to kill I am just a boy like others in this war, Someone else’s target for bullets and bombs and more I’ve done things I can’t think about and maybe never will. They have got to change you to make you want to kill. Affluenzac2000 Michael E. Bade(Inspired while working on the PBS documentary “Affluenza.”) I’ve got Affluenza the common disease, I can’t stop buying all these new things. I know it’s not healthy having all this stuff but I can’t seem to get enough. I’ve got a 4 wheel drive with 6 CD changer, power glass and leather for those tough city dangers. I added all the options so I could make a statement. I got it almost free…well, no down easy payments. I’ve got a new computer, modem and CD now they got a faster one I saw it on T.V. Just when I buy my software they tell me it’s outdated. My memory is failing maybe it’s related I’ve got a cell phone, email, and pagers that beep. You can get me on vacation or while I’m asleep. I own hundreds of ways to keep in touch.. I wonder if my friends really like me all that much. I’ve got a big house mortgage line of credit due. My payments are growing I refinance them too. I must be doing good ‘cause every week with out fail, I get pre-approved credit card offers in the mail. |
Boy in Trouble(Lancaster Pennsylvania. A true story of a dear friend and his son)C 1996 Michael E. Bade Words and Music by Michael Bade I’m sleeping soundly, phone rings I’m groping in the dark. It’s the cops Are you the parents of a child we found in trouble in the park? Yes I am It doesn’t seem fair as I drive my car to get him. What did I do? He’s a good boy and I love him. Dear God you aught to know. What it’s like to have a boy in trouble. Is there something you can give when need a lot more than sympathy? There he is waiting. Head between his hands behind the glass. Like a convict. I hug him closely but there’s a wall behind his eyes that I can’t pass It doesn’t seem fair that even though I love him, He’s not longer a child and my hug doesn’t make it better We talk for hours. I’m longing for the healing of my child. I can go with you but no ones love is big enough to take away all of the pain. It doesn’t seem fair ans I leave him at the nurses station. The double doors lock and I’m going home without him. Could It Be?(Seattle, An Easter SundayC 1988 Michael E. Bade Like the wise men we come. Drawn by the ancient of days. Rising star through broken clouds. Bright minstrel heralding the way. Could it be who we’ve been looking for? Lord of both poor and king, release the world to sing . Could it be who we’ve been waiting for? Lord of infinite light dancing on the earth tonight? Like storm tossed travelers in dark skys, clearing to see bright constellations. A million voices singing praise, as this heartbeat righs out across creation.
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Updated October11th, 2003