Folksong #3

The devil wakes me up, he’s a’pushing and a’shoving
he tells me without him, I’d be nothin
what I should be
what I could be

The devil wakes me up and he takes me by the hand
tells me that I’m empty in this foreign land
what I should be
what I could be

He’s bringing the bottle and he’d bringing me the pills
he’s bringing me the answer to all of my ills
what I should be
what I could be

He’s taking me away from all I’ve known before
he’s a’singing a’praying from the mountain to the shore
what I should be
what I could be

I don’t know where he comes from
but the devil is telling me to be strong
I don’t know where he has been
but the devil has my face
again

He’s the mirror in my eyes when I see the looking glass
a bottle of wine and some whiskey through the mask
what I should be
what I could be

He’s writing all my words and the music that I feel
the devil brings me wounds that I can’t heal
what I should be
what I could be

I don’t know where he comes from
but the devil is telling me to be strong
I don’t know where he has been
but the devil has my face
again

The devil comes again in the day and the night
the devil is the darkness and the devil is the light
what I should be
what I could be

He lost me in the bottle and he lost me in the pills
but when his spirit rises it’s everything thing I feel
what I should be
what I could be

I don’t know where he comes from
but the devil is telling me to be strong
I don’t know where he has been
but the devil has my face
again

If the devil comes a’knocking at your front door
be aware there is a price to pay, don’t ignore
what you should be
what you could be

He’ll give to you the words and the music too
but the price is too steep for anything you do
what you should be
what you could be

I don’t know where he comes from
but the devil is telling me to be strong
I don’t know where he has been
but the devil has my face
again

Folksong #2

Well the devils are here angels run in fear, inside wall I sit still
vicodin and tequila, a break in the wind
blows cold over mountains, and into these hills
to the valleys we live in, hide from winter chills

Around me the people are hungry and tired
eating from bottles and meth keeps them wired
there ain’t nobody watching as they take their fill
existing each day for good or for ill

Cops killing people for refusing to stand
like country at war in some foreign land
drinking days ‘til departure no birds in the hand
their kids dying in the desert of alien sands

Flags flying needless in an empty blue sky
and the people are screaming and asking you why
why are their children hurting and why do they die
all you got is an anthem for the tears that they cry

They’re willing to die, coz your god tells them so
from birth they’re instructed, this is all they know
religion and reciting for all they are worth
trained to be fodder from the time of their birth

I ain’t got no solutions, but I know what’s true
killing and hating bring nothing but the blues
and it ain’t the rich who die on foreign shores
it’s the desperate and needy who die in your wars
The future is coming and it’s coming fast
we’re breaking away from the chains of your past
the future is coming, it’s coming true
those soldiers you trained are coming for you