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Stolen Horses
Dawn is burning on the other side of town
The old man sits and watches the sun going down
Shoutin' Hi-ho Silver, but the heroes cannot ride
He is standing with wisdom staff in hand
but there is no more promised land
he raises his fist to the heavens
and shakes it with pride
I was fooled this was not foretold.
The streets around me they were paved with gold,
but now they crumble from the weight of the greed.
What kind of blessing, What form of curse could
betray me and change my best to my worst?
Are you listening, won't you fill my needs?
Chorus
Give me back my Stolen Horses
I don’t think you understand
Give me back my Stolen Horses
I want you off this land
"Look around you man, Why do you plea?
Your troubles are many , but now you are truly free
Listen closely to the witness you have left inside.
You have been given everything you choose
and in this game you chose to lose
Because from your indifference you can never hide
So listen mister am I to blame
I have only created this game
You have made the choices
the time has come to rest
No longer will I have to sit and look
While you do not heed the words from my books
And now you ask me for answers after the test?
Chorus
Give me back my Stolen Horses
I don’t think you understand
Give me back my Stolen Horses
I want you off this land
copyright 1990-2013 tmb
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Company Store
Meet me in the morning
Down by the company store
Meet me in the morning
Down by the company store
Boss Man can't tell me
How to think no more
Meet me in the afternoon
Out near the sycamore tree
Meet me in the afternoon
Out near the sycamore tree
And now the time has come
To set the ragmans son free
Did you think about the consequence
Did you think at all
In spite of all your arrogance
In spite you will crawl
Meet me in the evening
Out by the end of the ravine
Meet me in the evening
Out by the end of the ravine
And now the time has come
To wash these crooked hands clean
Did you think about the consequence
Did you think at all
In spite of all your arrogance
In spite you will crawl
Meet me in the morning
Down by the company store
Meet us in the morning
Down by the company store
copyright 1996-2013 TMB
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In The Valley Below
In the valley below
Do you hear my screams
Your sins wash down on me man
Washing me clean
I tend your chambers
Drive your limousines
Still you frown upon
upon my dreams
Can you hear me
In the Valley Below
On the mountain above
They are scraping it clean
The dirty lies they hide
Will one day be seen
I scream for justice
Clean coal dirty words
They dirty lies they hide
Will one day be heard
Can you hear me
In the Valley Below
You dump your garbage
Into my streams
It is unfit to drink
and will never be clean
If I had one wish
At the wishing well
Is that they bury you deep
in this valley hell
Can you hear me
In the Valley Below
copyright 2007 TMB
all rights reserved
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Witness
05:07
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Witness
Into the future we will fly beyond the reign of our minds
Frozen choices, are such Trojan horses
Readied on the eve of discovery
set free the armies to sight the blind
The code of survival is to show your rival
all the justice you have learned
While the coat of justice is only worn
When it is earned
No judge can forbear my witness
No jury can foresee the fate
Through hands of knowing pass such quickness
But is the knowledge too late
Is the knowledge too late?
Into the future we will fly beyond the reign of the dark
To the humble masses, time slowly passes
Within the hour of discovery
Set free the arrows to find the mark
No judge can forbear my witness
No jury can foresee the fate
Through hands of knowing
pass such quickness
but is the knowledge too late
Is the knowledge too late?
Into the future we will fly
beyond the reign of our minds
Copyright 1988-2013 TMB
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Give & Take
03:15
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Iron Bird
03:14
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Iron Bird
I went up to the ticket gate
but the ticket taker was running late
He fell upon an early fate
the show must go on
The town organ grinder
watched feet upon the moon
listened to promises of kindness
that ended all too soon
Up on 5th Ave
executives gamble revenues
The man searches for for a new saloon
raise a toast and wink an eye
Cause now these wings are rusted
The Iron Bird won't fly
And the lawmen, they frown upon
the hungry they look down upon
making deals to legislate
lobby in back rooms
bound by blood this yoke we wear
the debt of war forced to bear
labor sets the blood a boil
with cowed indifference we must toil
and the salesmen now are governors
who point fingers at young mothers
and tear babies from their arms
slowly raise the blade
wash their hands of any harm
And the ragman's son wonders how
turns to wave goodbye
because now his wings are rusted
and his iron bird won't fly
copyright 2013 TMB
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Freedom Rust
They say pay no attention to the monkey on our back
It's been there far too long and we can not take it back
years ago this land was green we put money in the soil
but the tide has turned and we learned to trade blood for oil
we fill the air and sky above with mystery cocktails
and chase it down with a shot of carbon to forget it was there
and I say dear God please save us
wash away all of the freedom rust
they say pay no attention to the deals made in back rooms
where the oil men belch and bend and choke us on their fumes
where idiots of industry are blinded by their sheen
the advertise it's no surprise they suddenly are green
enslave us with machinery and lie about the facts
then hire evil experts to cover up their tracks
and I say dear god please save us
wash away all of the freedom rust
and this time it may be too late
to undo the damage that's been done
let us pray for a better fate
for our children this battle must be won
they say pay no attention to those men behind the curtain
but I say we must act now or the outcome will be certain
oh the answer it is here it is blowing in the wind
sunshine is not a daydream
it's energy my friend
and I say dear god please save us
wash away all of the freedom rust
copyright 2013 TMB
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Illusions
She wore a diamond ring, as a token, to her independence
waiting for freedoms wings once more
Alone on a path of thorns
No hesitation
Attempt to fly
Grounded by the wounds
Content to march on
Don't you ever wonder what keeps you under
your guard
you're substituting
your illusions for love
She filters rainbows, moving mountains in her mind
waiting for the rain to wash away the pain
Looking through one window
from which she sees possibilities
blinded and confused
Content to march on
Don't you ever wonder what keeps you under
your guard
you're substituting
your illusions for love
Bridge
Raised on words and thoughts of shame
She raised her voice and she was blamed
You rub my face in your disease
It feels out of place while I beg
For what I need
Why should I beg, for what I need
She spent most of lifetime
full of anger
full of pride
rejecting the bounty
on her heart
Don't you ever wonder
What keeps you under your guard
You're substituting your illusions for love
Copyright 2013 TMB
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American Dreamscape
02:12
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Dawns Army - Bitter Harvest
Dark and lonely was the night
In light of what I had seen
Had I counted the blessings
And the tatter-torn dreams
Divide and conquer you hold your quest
In the truth you believe
In the hope that you do your best
But the best can be deceived
In the dawns army awakening
As the kings they retreat
For the pawns to ascend to the throne
As the queen they do weep
While the king of patience sleeps
The queen of denial paces
A song runs through her mind
Singing the Rock of Ages
Pray to the Lord for strength
Searching to find a reason
We reap this bitter harvest
May we last one more season
She paces across the floor
After her daily bread
A toast to one more day
The words turn in her head
I will not love again
She whispers through the tears
Unto thine heart be true
Until the end of years
When will thy work be done
We put away the plow
Can the wages of our sins
Be finally forgiven now
Dark and lonely was the night
In light of what I had seen
Had I counted the blessings
And the tatter-torn dreams
When will thy work be done
We put away the plow
Can the wages of our sins
Be finally forgiven now
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Mitch Bell
You can hear it in the songs: Ancestral roots of the frontier of Appalachia and the American Civil War. From five generations of musicians, ministers, poets, that all adds up to a mixture that makes this songwriter who he is. Mixing folk, rock, blues, and Americana music with compelling thoughtful lyrics that reveal more depth with each listen. ... more
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