Dharmathon, Lyrics

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I am just a poor boy and my storys seldom told

Ive squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises

All lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear

And disregards the rest, hmmmm

When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy

In the company of strangers

In the quiet of the railway station, runnin scared

Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go

Looking for the places only they would know.

Help, I need somebody,

Help, not just anybody,

Help, you know I need someone, help.

When I was younger, so much younger than today,

I never needed anybody’s help in any way.

But now these days are gone, I’m not so self assured,

Now I find I’ve changed my mind and opened up the doors.

Some folks trust to reason others trust to might,

I don’t trust to nothin’, but I know it comes out right.

Say it once again now, Whoa, I hope you’ll understand

When it’s done and over, Lord, a man is just a man.

Playin’, playin’ in the band. Daybreak, daybreak on the land.

Some folks look for answers others look for fights,

Some folks up in treetops just a looking for their kites.

Whoa, I can tell your future just look what’s in your hand,

But I can’t stop for nothin’ I’m just playing in the band.

Playin’, playin’ in the band. Daybreak, daybreak on the land.

Standin’ on a tower world at my command

You just keep a turnin’ while I’m playing in the band.

And if a man among you got no sin upon his hand

Let him cast a stone at me for playing in the band.

Playin’, playin’ in the band. Daybreak, daybreak on the land.

Together we’ll stand

Divided we’ll fall

Come on now people

Let’s get on the ball

And work together

Come on, come on

Let’s work together

(Now now people)

Because together we will stand

Every boy, every girl and man

People, when things go wrong

As they sometimes will

And the road you travel

It stays all uphill

Let’s work together

Come on, come on

Let’s work together

You know together we will stand

Every boy, girl, woman and man

Oh well now, two or three minutes

Two or three hours

What does it matter now

In this life of ours

Let’s work together

Come on, come on

Let’s work together

(Now now people)

Because together we will stand

Every boy, every woman and man

Ahhh, come on now…

Ahhh, come on, let’s work together…

Well now, make someone happy

Some come to laugh their past away

Some come to make it just one more day

Whichever way your pleasure tends

If you plant ice you’re gonna harvest wind.

Roll away the dew

Roll away the dew

Roll away the dew

Roll away the dew

In franklins tower the four winds sleep

Like four lean hounds the lighthouse keep

Wildflower seed on the sand and wind

May the four winds blow you home again.

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                                                But ONLY if you can!

    • Edger on August 4, 2009 at 23:51



    • Robyn on August 5, 2009 at 03:29

    …but the landlady is contending that we didn’t pay first and last month’s rent when we moved in…so paying an extra month of rent while we move is going to take my finances close to zero.

  2. I read more than I write here, but I love this site.

    And I loved the essay, Buhdy.

  3. I’ve been meaning to donate since I signed on.

    Is there a good song lyric with the word procrastinate in it?  

  4. glad to send a few shekels ur way.

    The ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night,

    The Whitman wanderer walking toward a glowing inner light.

    The children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tight,

    There’s no spot round the melting pot for free men in their flight.

    And you who leave on promises and prosper as you please,

    The victim of your riches often dies of your disease,

    He can’t hear the factory whistle, just the lonesome freight train’s

    wheeze,

    He’s living on good fortune, he ain’t dying on his knees.

    Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can,

    that homeless brother is my friend.

    That homeless brother is my friend.  

  5. Which is the right life,

    The simple or the night life?

    When, pray, should one rise,

    At sunset or at sunrise?

    Which should be upper,

    My breakfast or my supper?

    Which is the right life,

    Which?

    If the wood nymph left the park,

    Would Park Avenue excite her?

    Would the glowworm trade her spark

    For the latest Dunhill lighter?

    Here’s a question I would pose,

    Tell me which the sweeter smell makes,

    The aroma of the rose,

    Or the perfume that Chanel makes?

    Which land is dreamier,

    Arcadia or Bohemia?

    Who’ll tell me the answer,

    The daisy or the dancer?

    Which life is for me,

    The peaceful or the stormy?

    Which is the right man,

    Walt Whitman or Paul Whiteman,

    Which?

    Should I read Euripides or continue with The Graphic?

    Hear the murmur of the breeze or the roaring of the traffic?

    Should I make one man my choice

    And regard divorce as treason,

    Or should I, like Peggy Joyce,

    Get a new one ev’ry season?

    Which is the right life,

    The simple or the night life?

    When, pray, should one rise,

    At sunset or at sunrise?

    Which should be upper,

    My breakfast or my supper?

    Which is the right life,

    Which?

    That’s Cole Porter. A genius, I think.

  6. Yopu folks are great and…though I don;t want tyo discourage anyone making themselves feel good by donating more, lol….

    I want to let y’all know that I have received enough alms to keep body and soul together for a bit longer!

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