The Cross, Prince

Black day, stormy night No love, no hope in sight Don’t cry, he is coming Don’t die without knowing the cross Ghettos 2 the left of us Flowers 2 the right There’ll be bread 4 all of us If we can just bear the cross Sweet song of salvation A pregnant mother sings She lives in starvation Her children need all that she brings We all have our problems Some BIG, some are small Soon all of our problems Will be taken by the cross Black day, stormy night No love, no hope in sight Don’t cry 4 he is coming Don’t die without knowing the cross Ghettos 2 the left of us Flowers 2 the right There’ll be bread 4 all, y’all If we can just, just bear the cross, yeah We all have our problems Some are BIG, some are small Soon all...

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Seven Curses, Bob Dylan

Seven Curses, Bob Dylan

Old Reilly stole a stallion, but they caught him and they brought him back and they laid him down in the jailhouse ground with an iron chain around his neck. When Reilly’s daughter got a message that her father was goin’ to hang, she rode by night and came by morning with gold and silver in her hand. When the judge saw Reilly’s daughter, his old eyes deepened in his head, sayin’, “Gold will never free your father. The price, my dear, is you instead.” “Oh, I’m as good as dead,” cried Reilly. “It’s only you that he does crave. And my skin will surely crawl if he touches you at all. Get on your horse and ride away.” “Oh, father, you will surely die if I don’t take the chance to...

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The Sounds of Silence, Paul Simon

And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls, and whispered in the sounds of silence.

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Who killed Davey Moore, Bob Dylan

It’s hard to say. It’s hard to tell.
 I always thought that he was well. 
It’s too bad for his wife and kids he’s dead,
 but if he was sick, he shoulda said..."

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Please Bleed, Ben Harper

Please bleed— so I know that you are real, so I know that you can feel the damage that you've done.

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Strange Fruit, Lewis Allan

Pastoral scene of the gallant south, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh, Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

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