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Round 37, Week 2

by Monday Morning 3AM Music Club

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For 7 days and 7 circles March by faith, conquer hurdles Shout it all, the trumpet sounds The walls will fall, we burn it to the ground Silver and gold, take it all Young and the old, all shall fall But spare the one, and her's within The battle is done, never to stand again
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ch: It's hard to hold a Bible with blood on your hands You say, "pray for revival" Let's hope God has other plans Well, fuck all you cowards, we won't bow to your demands Your house is built on sinking sand Your house is built on sinking sand v1: So, let me know, how do you sleep? I'm guessing 3 satin pillows and Mickey Mouse sheets 31 plots of earth in just 2 weeks But you keep playing "it's not the guns" on repeat Ecclesiastes 9:18 ch: It's hard to hold a Bible with blood on your hands You say, "pray for revival" Let's hope God has other plans Well, fuck all you cowards, we won't bow to your demands Your house is built on sinking sand Your house is built on sinking sand v2: You don't seem regulated You don't even seem well You seem frightened & entitled, best as I can tell You keep speaking of heaven, you'd better pray there's no hell 'Cause the Devil's creating a real special cell for you br: You had your chance to speak up Your mama told you wrong from right But I'm guessing the kickbacks came sometime in the dead of night You had your time to leave town Ain't no shame in throwing the fight Sometimes you gotta do what hurts to be on the winning side ch: It's hard to hold a Bible with blood on your hands You say, "pray for revival" Let's hope God has other plans Well, fuck all you cowards, we won't bow to your demands Your house is built on sinking sand Your house is built on sinking sand If you think we give up, think again
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In front of me is a man with something to preach Crucifix on the rearview cussing through his teeth He’s running late to pickup that collection plate And he’s got a whole congregation to fleece Chorus There ain’t no saints down on the low roads Just sinners and hypocrites trying to get home Or maybe they’re leaving to strike out on their own But there ain’t no saints down here To my left I see a face I think I recognize Some B lister in sunglasses, hoping they’re enough disguise Looking for a place to lay low, a place to hide And hope those allegations will soon pass him by I don’t know these people we all come from different places I’m just stuck here in this traffic trying to put stories to their faces I am not a cynical man and I’m just tryig to cope It’s just the 405 through LA, all ye who enter, abandon hope To my right I see a pretty girl in a Hooters T-shirt Trying to hide a bruise with some make up to cover her hurt I don’t know where she’s going but I think she’ll go there alone She sure as hell ain’t heading back home
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I’M HEARING VOICES BUT NO ONES EVEN TALKING TO ME I FEEL THEIR PRESENCE BUT I DON’T SEE ANYONE SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE THIS WORLD ISN’T REAL IS IT ME? THESE VOICES TELL ME THAT THEY THINK YOU'RE DIRTY AND THEY THINK YOU'RE EVIL IT’S TIME THAT YOU LEAVE THEY SAID YOU’RE NOTHING TO ME, JUST A FILTHY DISEASE YOU’RE NOTHING, NOT AN INKLING OF ANYTHING, JUST SOME KIND OF DISEASE YOU’RE TAKE UP TOO MUCH SPACE, TOO MUCH TIME, TOO MUCH ENERGY AND YOU SHOULD NO LONGER BREATHE I’M PARANOID SOMETIMES TIMES I’M SCARED TO FALL ASLEEP CAUSE I…CAN’T TRUST MY BODY CAN’T TELL YOU WHERE I’M GOING AND I CAN’T BE TRUSTED MY MIND IS DOING CRAZY THINGS SO DON’T GET TOO CLOSE TO ME
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Fire in the hole, soldiers at battle Losing control, do what we have to Standing on shoulders, holding out hands Shouting in silence, don’t understand Fith, guns drawn and blazing Out of control, broken and fading World without caring, empty of love Shouts from the cheap seats, echo above Why do we stand for this? Why do we tolerate it We could do so much better World is big enough - for all of us Fire in the hole, preachers are preaching Fight for control, lying and leaching Walking all over the ones who need most Rotting piñata, plastercine ghost
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Blue Butterfly Blue Butterfly Let the whisperers lie They live in a make believe world Try not to hide it’s better to fly and wear it like a string of  pearls Blue Butterfly flying so high there amid the clouds and the sky Blue Velvet wings on Blue Butterfly  Don’t need no reason why Blue Butterfly shades of blue  silhouette like the moon Silver blue with a turquoise hue Cobalt wings of blue Blue Butterfly flying so high there amid the clouds and the sky Blue Velvet wings on Blue Butterfly  Don’t need no reason why
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Crazy How’d we get so lazy? Used to be amazing Now we seem so tired Don’t wait Wake up ‘fore it’s too late Show me you still shoot straight Show me you still care All the minutes turn to days The flames have lost their blaze Have we lost our way? We’ll dance through the rain Dance through the dark We’ve come too far to stop the song I’ll find you again We’ll make our own mark Somewhere down this road where we belong My girl I’m not done with this world Let’s give this ride a last whirl There’s gas left in this tank like a sunburst
Meet you on the outskirts If you feel your heart hurts The poison that we drank All the minutes turn to days The flames have lost their blaze Have we lost our way? We’ll dance through the rain Dance through the dark We’ve come too far to stop the song I’ll find you again We’ll make our own mark Somewhere down this road where we belong
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I don’t think you want it with me tonight So get your hands off me. Let me live my life You’re never going to hold me back Never going to make me crack Though I’m sure you will try Go and size me up And if you think that your strong enough Look into my eyes And watch me as I Come alive Why you so afraid of a little honesty I don’t see the use in your modesty When I know you see the fiction And all you want is friction You remind me of me Go and size me up I bet you think that you’re strong enough Look into these eyes And watch me as I Come alive There are those that will fear you And those that reveal you And those that will eat you alive If you’re wondering still Which one am I Open your eyes And watch me Come alive
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Don't see, don't think, you don't believe a devil's gonna try Bones hurt, skin's tough, ain't much feast in a sour soul The early worm's catching a buzz, his head's in the sky The well his been dipping is dust, the reserves are dry Watching this man with such trouble standing make a run for the grave Running for the grave Touch lamp, nightstand, the bed you make where you're gonna lie You don't see, you don't believe, you don't think a devil's got to try You don't see believing The early worm's catching a buzz his head's in the sky The well his been dipping's gone bust, the reserves are dry Watching this man with such trouble standing make a run for the grave Running for the grave Don't see, don't believe, don't think...
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‘Gainst the wall, kids at play Playing ball, painted spray Clouds cover sunshine The kids run away Rain patters sweetly Rolling in the grey Close my eyes, start to pray Sound of water at the shrine Bells, they ring, must be five Time to eat dinner Get ready for bed Knowing it’s a school night There’s books needin’ read Lay you down, sweet sleepyhead Now the girls are fin’ly down Just the wife and me around Throw on a movie Barely pay it mind Getting old and tired Daily goes the grind Ain’t so bad, this year’s been kind
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Carpenter’s Calvary Sewn in a tapestry In Oliver Green and Burlington Blue West of the Wayward Sea Pinioned by mountains three In satiny sheen And reverend hue Witness said history Poised in a three by three Frame of mahogany seated in pine There sat the ottoman He had been present when It was “bye radio, hello tv” That’s when his seams began Slowly unraveling All in a dream, all in a dream Mr. Montgomery Stood with his paws but three By a wooden heel Collared in chrome He sand his claws playfully In soft upholstery A secret to reveal In yellow foam Then placing admiringly At Carpenter’s Calvary Monte Montgomery wandered away

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This week’s assignment comes from Dale:

"If you prefer musical prompts, write a waltz (something in 3/4 time). If you prefer poetic prompts, write a road song. Dance or run from the cops. Or both.”

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released June 6, 2022

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