Resurrection Band
CIVIL RITES
Lovespeak
Resurrection Band - CIVIL RITES - © 1991
I can preach at you til I'm blue in the face Judge you to death and put you in your place I can feed your body yeah share the wealth And still lose my soul to the fires of hell Love speak You can speak it with blood, speak it with sweat Not so easily done, much more easily said Spoken by the living, spoken by the dead Got to speak it with your heart as well as your head Love speak Love don't care if you slander its name It'll burn at the stake and bless the flame Rises from the ashes again and again And keeps coming back for more of the same Lovespeak
Mission Bells
Resurrection Band - CIVIL RITES - © 1991
From the still born cradle where the nations sleep To the halls of meeting where the new gods meet No one knows the reason why the shadows swell But the distant ringing of the mission bells There is no heaven and there is no hell They still keep ringin' up the mission bells Dead men have no tales to tell But they still keep ringin' up the mission bells The bland lead the bland in a pale new world Where dreams of democracy are now unfurled On the lips of infallicy a peace proclaimed Breath of revolution without change There is no heaven and there is no hell They still keep ringin' up the mission bells Dead men have no tales to tell But they still keep ringin' up the mission bells Hear the words of the prophets, see the men on stilts As they bow to the effigies that they have built Once faith was a virtue, now its use denied And the bones bleach white under western skies There is no heaven and there is no hell They still keep ringin' up the mission bells Dead men have no tales to tell But they still keep ringin' up the mission bells We were there the day the red god fell But they still keep ringin' up the mission bells
Comatose
Resurrection Band - CIVIL RITES - © 1991
Flyin down the highway fast lane throw away Thought she had an inn there she's a stowaway Comatose emotion overdose She's comatose dead on 'er feet victim of sin Comatose emotional od trapped in machinery Comatose wanna get out wanna get in Been loved to lied to been a bride to a death wish Picked up thrown down used abused and not even missed Burned out turned out lookin' for a handout no use Streetwise paid the price never enough nothin' to lose Comatose emotion overdose the girls Comatose dead on 'er feet needin release Comatose emotional od lost in misery Comatose gotta get out gotta get in Hair trigger reflex heart full of defects Everybody knows she's the number one suspect Cant face facts needs a way back No doubt girls all out of whack Girls on a free ride to an open grave Head on the handrail feet cant reach the brake Somethin gotta come down gotta change now Gotta break break through somehow Comatose emotion overdose the girls Comatose dead on er feet needin release She's comatose emotional od lost in misery Comatose gotta get out gotta get in Comatose, comatose
Death Machine
Resurrection Band - CIVIL RITES - © 1991
The natives dance to poison drums Gentle sway to funeral drugs Machlnes drone the cannibal's feast The healers snap their oily teeth The vials reek with foundry waste Black blood bleeds corrupted grace The coward sleeps the pagan sighs And angels take the form of flies The coward sleeps the pagan sighs Angels take the form of flies The moral washed the conscience cleaned All praise to the death machine The gods create, the inventor's paid Hemlock surges through our veins moral Washed the conscience cleaned all praise To the death machine death machine
Players
Resurrection Band - CIVIL RITES - © 1991
She left me strangely not lingering like before Her face sad but sure - I stopped her at the door Made some empty promises she'd heard too many times I tried a little a little sweet talk to cover lovers' crimes She said "How do you love when no one loves in return? If love is a teacher why's it so hard to learn? Tell me, is it better to marry than to burn? Are we just players, players in the game?" I remember kissin' fingers wrapped in her hair In that rush of emotion did I ever really care? And as I saw her silhouette fadin' down the hall I begged for love's mercy talkin' to the wall Sayin' how do you love when no one loves in return? If love is a teacher why's it so hard to learn? Tell me, is it better to marry than to burn? Are we just players, players in the game? When I was a child tryin' to prove I was a man I came upon a woman who told me who I am Sometimes you play the part so well you even fool yourself I need a different kind of love from somewhere else True love knows to love when no one loves in return Love is the teacher and I got a lot to learn Passion takes its prisoners, got to break before I burn Can't be playin', playin' lovin' games Can't be playin', playin' lovin' games
Lincoln's Train
Resurrection Band - CIVIL RITES - © 1991
Passin' through these ruins Mr Lincoln's train goin' by Spilling smoke into these bloody fields All the people stood and cried Our tears are the same color We can all hold hands and mourn But me, I'm still asking myself Why I'm not any freer than I was before Mr Lincoln are you free now? Was it worth what it finally cost? If I had somethin to believe in I could bear this endless cross I got no home, they sold my family I got no job, ain't got no vote Them books they're all mysteries to me Can't read or write, I got no hope The train it just keeps rollin' Cold as steel and dark as night It don't give me no answers, no No, it don't pay me no mind And the scenery just keeps changin' But these folks, they just stay the same Same old fearful eyes a starin' Askin' me to take the blame For their shame, for their shame
Hotfootin'
Resurrection Band - CIVIL RITES - © 1991
Summertime daze Through blister street haze Wingtippin' fleet footin side steppin' Ya gimme all ya bad talk boot pumpin' Brass button shuckin' and guffin' Street corner preachin' to gum pop jive Turkey trottin' past that main street peep show Banana boat buick blarin' Stereo can't drown out what he is sayin' Jeremiah just keep wailin' to every junkyard hound As long as hes got feet he will be hotfootin' around Sidewalk stompin' quit your cussin This is a beeboppin' kazoo honkin' Salvation army one man band Hammerin' guitar in his hand Look at that dude with the silver boom box And the bad red baseball cap He wears it just so he take yer seiko and sell it back to ya Just like that brothers and sisters he tells em This broadway ain't the way to heaven You're so busy dyin' you iorget you can be born again Hey street preacher let us be he dont pay em no mind In front of the bail and bond down any heel rompin' Mean street dude ya cant keep hustlin' God No can do that smells about as sweet as a rose tatoo Rom
In My Room
Resurrection Band - CIVIL RITES - © 1991
I heard cryin' in the broken night Felt tears tasted just like mine Seems like all we ever do is fight They call it family but I think they're lyin' In my room with the curtains drawn In my room with my music on In my room til this night bleeds into day I slam the door, I shut them out They don't even know what I'm about Sometimes I talk to my bedroom walls Sometimes I don't fell like talkin' at all In my room I can hide away In my room I can have my say In my room where I'm waitin' on the day Lord bring the day In my room with the curtains drawn In my room with my music on In my room til this night bleeds into day Lord bring the day
Little Jeanie
Resurrection Band - CIVIL RITES - © 1991
Little Jeanie twelve years old Old enough to know it's christmas in hells kitchen And Jeanie's pushin' snow Miss Candy runs the family business Jeanie calls her mom Jeanie's got a beeper and the little light is on Jeanie's in the subway sellin' rock tonite Cop sees the vial in her hand can't believe his eyes He asks her where's your momma, has she lost her mind Jeanie doesn't answer, Miss Candy's doin' time Crack, crack, break my back I'm all wired for a heart attack Pass the poison down the line Generation genocide Meanwhile at the station they guard the gates of hell Spiritual abortion sitting in a cell Caseworker in the morning files this life away God if youre up there show your face Crack, crack, break your back She's all wired for a heart attack Pass the poison down the line Generation genocide Crack, crack, this is a fact momma's gonna pay For the love she lacked if nobody bleeds And takes up the slack How's little Jeanie gonna ever get back How's little Jeanie gonna ever get back
Footprints
Resurrection Band - CIVIL RITES - © 1991
Did I ever know you? That's the saddest thing of all In my mind I'm holding you Been a long time since the fall I cant embrace a memory I couldn't even say good bye Only left me with one question An' that's why there were footprints in the snow You'd come round late at night You knew the door was always open But you never came inside Now I'm standin by a cold grey stone All alone like you dont tell me Love's a mystery I'm feelin' so confused, so confused You told me 'bout a heart of stone Said you could throw it through these pains Hoping to be rescued Still a prisoner of your shame Ya said bleeding was so easy But to ever take the blame Was like swallowing hot coals and spitting out the flames I tried to show my love for you Now its just too late Why did you have to make the last mistake, the last mistake
Pauper's Grave
Resurrection Band - HOSTAGE - © 1984
Bury us deep where silence dwells We don't wanna know, we don't wanna tell The cancer of injustice swells Bury us deep within ourselves Bury us deep and let us lie With idle hands, with idle minds Under the slopes of compromise Bury us deep while still alive Bury us deep into the frost Blissfully numb blissfully lost Embracing issues without cost Bury us deep without a cross Bury us deep, this we pray In our deceit in our decay Let no grave robber come this way Bury us deep from the light of day
Somebody To Love
Resurrection Band - HOSTAGE - © 1984
When the truth is found to be lies And all the joy within you dies Don't you want somebody to love? Don't you need somebody to love? Wouldn't you love somebody to love? You gotta find somebody to love When the garden flowers, baby, are dead And your mind, your mind is so full of dread Your eyes, I say your eyes they look like years But in your head, baby I'm afraid you don't know where it is Tears are runnin' all around and down your dress And your friends baby They treat you like a guest