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Non-Judgment Day
03:44
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Non-Judgment Day
Preacher, preacher, tell me what's on the other side.
Preacher, come and sell me a better life.
Preacher, preacher, tell me, “Be good,” for myself.
Preacher, tell me, “Be good...be good, or else.”
I can't lie. I can't say
But I think the day you die
Is the day you've already paid:
It'll be Non-Judgment Day.
Guru can you tell me how I can escape
Living as another repeat-offender?
Guru, make me mindful of all things—except
All of those mistakes I don't remember.
If I can't know, how can I play?
Well, I say the day I go
Will be the day I've already paid--
Will be my Non-Judgment Day!
If anything means anything, then we can see what matters.
If anything means anything, we have exactly what we need.
Say you've got the Secret, got it figured out:
Say if I Believe it, It will Be.
Say, if you believe it works on anything:
Say what you believe without the fee.
'Cause if the times we've tried
Are the only times we've prayed,
Then, the day we die
Could be the day we've already paid,
When we face Non-Judgment Day.
When we face Non-Judgment Day!
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The Chariot
03:20
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The Chariot
You walk along this pyramid rooftop:
You'll be falling left, and right.
Do you crawl and get nowhere?
Do you hang on one side?
You press a wild thing against a discipline--
You press a wild thing against a discipline:
You step out lively, now, and kiss the wind,
And press a wild thing against a discipline.
You are playing this music:
Using Sound to make Light.
Are you waving and shaking?
Are you holding on tight?
You've pressed a wild thing against a discipline--
Oh yes--a wild thing against a discipline.
Because The Chariot carries us in.
The Chariot carries us in, yeah!
The Chariot carries us in (yeah).
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His Fire
02:46
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Fire
Who knows about the finest things?
Who goes about decidedly?
Who shows up every time I sing?
Who's on fire?
Look at him smile anyways.
Who can debate?
Just take a look into my father's mind.
A look into my father's mind.
What makes a human play it straight?
What he believes he can create.
He's making time; your God's too late.
He's on fire.
Look at him smile anyways.
You don't know faith,
Until you've looked into my father's mind.
Look into my father's mind.
How we love sacrifice!
How has he made it his way of life?
Where can a child go to leave,
When cycling through memory?
Why know the tree? You know the seed!
I was made free,
Watching him smile, honestly.
If you love me,
Then, take a look into my father's mind.
I learned this from my father's mind.
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Every Body's a Shoe
04:11
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Something
02:16
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Something
Have you heard what they're saying?
They say, "We've got something for you."
You hear it everywhere you go:
"We've got something for you."
But, they all want something from you.
They all want something from you.
"We are here just for you."
"We just live to serve you."
Have you heard what they're saying?
Ain't it all just something?
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Obvious
03:12
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Obvious
America is crumbling. Let the record show
That we are violently aware; this is Obvious.
The clear and present failure we claim is in our stars--
We know it's the price of stardom. Yeah, it's not who we are.
And you know that we throw almost everything away.
Can you believe...slave labor goods going to waste?
We just want things to be perfect...at any cost.
No, we will not talk about it--
Because it's Obvious.
We all saw something coming. We're surrounded by the clues.
But, we are sure the only way to win is to make someone lose.
Power makes you Hunger. It's just one more disease.
We all know our gods are crazy; we all know they have done as they please.
But we can agree: some earthlings are powerful and cruel.
We all seem to see how perversely they've turned out every rule.
They have always made it obvious. In fact, it's their only tool.
'Cause only every thing that's Obvious
Can be hidden from the fool.
Now, everyone here is starving—just inside our souls.
Our Prime cannot deliver what has value but cannot be sold.
Yet everyone thinks they're working to fix it in their way.
Nobody's hijacking any planes...they hijack our outrage.
And now that we're free to face our neighbor with a gun,
Maybe we'll see what our Dream has been like for everyone.
Except most of us won't notice,
Because it's Obvious.
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Mason Jar
04:29
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Mason Jar
Remember when you met me halfway, at a motel down in Boise?
We were dancing for Paul Simon when the ushers made a fuss.
Remember when we laughed it off because they kept playing your favorite song?
The band was painted orange as he sang his blue and rust.
That was when nobody standing could not move themselves somehow.
All the crowd danced in their place and played the truth into the ground.
And, we knew, if this was the only time we'd see the man in person,
We were writing our first verse, then. We were living in that sound.
Remember when I wrote that sacred melody to fill with memories
We can preserve, and then remember as we sing?
The one that's in our favorite style although we don't play favorites:
This is our song and we've made it an immortal offering.
I remember we were wary. For, the truth is seldom tempting.
Seems like life is only easy when you're burning something down.
I remember realizing how your eyes were glowing campfires--
How your poet tree keeps growing...how much fire's in the ground.
How we knew we'd never know how long until I'd come around.
How we think responsibility is frightening, somehow.
How loving you means loving two of this world's most amazing creatures.
How your daughter is a feature. How my luck is double, now.
Remember when I wrote that sacred melody? You taught me to believe
In something I'll be doing anything to keep.
You're all the proof I need that love is made for purpose.
We're on time now; it was worth it. You deserve all of me.
When it's all wrong-- when it's all wrong-- when it's all wrong--
When it's all wrong-- when it's all wrong-- when it's all wrong--
Remember that you met me halfway through a blue, electric forest--
That we had been wishing for it-- that we knew it at first sight.
Remember that this is a Mason Jar-- fill it up and store it--
All good verses get a chorus-- now we have the words just right:
Remember when we rode that sacred threnody of everything we need
And drove it carefully until we saw the sun?
When you need to be reminded we can look for what we find,
Take a look at what we found; now, our journey's just begun.
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Good Man
04:17
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Good Man
If my mama's sitting out there
In the strange beyond, looking out here,
I hope she's traveled back in time to read my mind
So she can see what I was thinking
When I turned away each time;
So she can see I'm alright, as I write.
It's too late to say what you already know
Here's a song for my mother, who had to go.
You know, we were hard on each other,
But now she knows she raised a good man.
Mama, if you're at this concert
Watching all the hearts turning bright blue
I hope you sing a harmony. I hope they hear it, too.
I hope you sit next to my baby
And the child who read that story through.
I want you to watch me love them the way you taught me to.
'Cause we make mistakes; it's the only way to grow.
I wrote this song for you, mother, so you'd always know
In a way, we were perfect for each other--hey,
Look at me now: you raised a good man!
You were so much more than I can say,
And I honor you proudly.
But, you've taught me well enough to admit:
This time, this song is just as much about me.
My mama couldn't give me everything, no--
But she gave me everything I need.
I hope her mom sits next to her and smiles with dignity.
In fact I hope that every mama
Takes a moment--now--to celebrate.
Now is the time for every thing,
Except, to wait.
'Cause this strange parade begins with her
Sing a song to your mother; now it's your turn--
'Cause we can always be good to each other,
But not everyone can raise a good man.
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I'm All Hers
02:54
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She Ain't All Mine
Dashel Milligan
I've got a daughter now, and she ain't all mine.
No, her daddy lives just down the road--
And we get along just fine.
She's calling me her “Bonus Dad”
And I sure like the choice of words.
It reminds me that I've got a daughter now--
And she ain't all mine...
But, I'm all hers.
La la la...
I've got a daughter, man, and she likes to KNOW.
No, she's just got to see for herself,
So I just let her go.
Reminds me of every dream
I've forgotten since my birth.
Now that I--now that I've got a daughter, I--
I smile all the time,
'Cause I'm all hers!
She paints the sunshine in her brightest threads!
I know, I know she sees more than she says--
But, for the clearest view of the real-est truth,
You've got to hold it in your head.
I've got a daughter, boy, and she makes me proud.
She sings up the sky into her higher ground. Oh--sing!
La la la...
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Dashel Milligan Spokane, Washington
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