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Red Handed
02:50
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The shirt that I wear was made in a factory
where children are locked in and they are not allowed to leave
and though you may not know it, and though it's hard to see
I've got blood on my hands
The food that I eat is a product of cruelty
sacrificing souls for a quick bite to eat
and I'll compromise my morals cuz I'm hungry and it's cheap
I've got blood on my hands
The car that I drive it runs on gasoline
while the Earth is drained of the things that it needs
to fulfill a corporate mission statement of greed
I've got blood on my hands
I've got blood on my hands
I've got blood on my hands
I might be feeling fine,
out of sight out of mind
but I've got blood on my hands
The vote that you cast is a vote in support
of corrupt old bureaucrats who send young folks to war
and you see the bombs on TV, change channels cause you're bored
you've got blood on your hands
The corporate store you frequent just shut down a Mom and Pop
in the family for years but they had to close up shop
and they walk into the chain store because they need a new job
you've got blood on your hands
Somewhere a single mother works two jobs everyday
but can't support her family on her minimum wage pay
when we ignore that this world still has slaves
we've got blood on our hands
There's a building full of food while people starve out in the streets
and if you can't afford it than you don't deserve to eat
and if you try to cheat the system you'll be beaten by police
who literally have blood on their hands
I'll never have to face the monsters that I help create
I'll never have to see the violence that I help maintain
when I remain complacent every single day
I've got blood on my hands
The songs that I sing might never make a difference
but we have to acknowledge that these evils exist
because if we live in ignorance than we might never rinse
All this blood from our hands
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There is a little mouse in a park in Philadelphia
it is sick, it is weak, it is just a baby
it stumbles when it walks, crippled and blind
infected and rejected, I saw a bug creep out it's eye
I would cringe when people pass and nearly squish it underfoot
I wish my eyes could revive I wish I had what it took
but giving up and giving in it fell down to it's side
and writhed around on the pavement for a while till it died
And the pigeons pecked it, they pulled it right apart
Never had a chance, it was doomed right from the start
to feed the fiendish birds who will never get their fill
surviving off the scraps that this cruel world has killed
the weak they will provide
so the strongest can strive
the dying and the dead
and those who go unfed
they taste best when swallowed whole
The caos that conquers is looking pretty dark
without our shared suffering it would all just fall apart
as a mouse starves to death on the cold path of a park
next to a statue some consider art
as people pass it by with their lucky living hearts
and I watch on just playing my part
I'm just doing my part
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3. |
Cure for the Blues
04:17
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These days they drive me crazy
I don't know what to do
So I go out searchin' for
a way to cure my blues
Come home from a hard days work
sit down flip on the news
they say we started a new war
now I've got to cure my blues
Step into that ballot box
they say I've got to choose
between two evils
but neither got my cure for the blues
In a world of competition
somebody's got to lose
so fight your way to the top
or find yourself with the bottom blues
some people go to church
some people drink the booze
but living in ignorance
that won't cure my blues
they tell me just get comfy
sit down and consume
but none of that plastic shit
will cure my blues
I think I hear it coming
that impending doom
from the summit I hear the plummet
that harsh ground is coming soon
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4. |
Gainesville Gals
01:52
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There's so many pretty gals in Gainesville
that sometimes my heart gets overwhelmed
and now I'm falling for every person I meet
cause girls or boys or anything in between
this town is full of beautiful human beings
Taking care of your friends is what this town's all about
but I'm too broke to buy you drinks
and I can't afford to take you out
but I can play a banjo and I can sing a tune
I don't need any money to write a song for you
When I first came here I was just passing through
and the people warned me this town will suck you in
and I understood once I was introduced
to a beautiful community
a family full of love
Thank you all for everything you've done
I think that's why this town is so damn hard to leave
because the drinks are cheap but the friendships they are free
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Compass
04:05
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Our little tribe is just a microcosm
for the world at large we've all got the same problems
we all want to eat
we all want to feed our addictions
It's just that yours is a TV screen, ours is malt liquour
I don't know which one is killin brain cells quicker but
I'd rather destroy myself than just wither away
so I'll let caos be my compass
my gut will be my guide
I'm on the brink of death but I've never felt more alive
We'll be living in Utiopia
a few moments at a time
with long intervals of Hell in between
Social Deviants on the forefronts of freedom
your products are a prison and we know we don't need 'em
because we've got each other, though it might be fleeting
We're all locked in one cage or another
but I know that we can all help each other
if we stay alive we'll be in love
but if we die it'll be in each other's arms
We'll be living in Utopia
a few moments at a time
with long intervals of Hell in between
Rebellion ain't no fun
but having fun is my favorite form of rebellion
we'll learn the difference between looking good and being beautiful
Those night we shared are the only thing I care about
sharing love and sorrow
sharing stories and 40oz
because we don't know where we'll end up tomorrow
and these people walk in and out of my life
just long enough for people to learn to love them
now my heart is scattered through time and space
I guess that's what you get when you're always running away
So I'll let caos be my compass
my gut will be my guide
I'm on the brink of death but I've never felt more alive
If I fail at least I tried
I'll retreat with my hands pointed towards the sky
to the place
where the outcasts go to die
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6. |
No Dough
01:29
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Ignoring warnings from the flashing lights on my dashboard
they just remind me of the problems that I can't afford
and I don't see the need to be strapped into my seat
cuz I'm too worried about how long we can coast on E
Goddamn I'm Broke
so fucking broke
goddamn I'm broke
but I can still get my fix
Ignoring warnings from the surgeon general
I light another smoke
who needs food when you've got nicotine
let's just push on down the road
I would love to say we can turn up the radio
but the speakers are blown out so we'll just have to sing the songs we know
Goddamn I'm poor
So fucking poor
Goddamn I'm poor
but I'm feeling good
Ignoring warnings from my family and all of my friends
I never got no money but I have plenty of time to spend
doing only what I love and I'll say "fuck the rest"
my only boss is this heart in my chest
I'll do what I know, I'll learn what I can
because what you call the real world I just don't understand
these behaviors are contrived, they make us waste our time
feeding the swine who just push us back in line
that is not for me, no I have got a spine
brother could you spare a dime?
I'm such a bum
such a fucking bum
I'm such a bum
but I'm having fun
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You know I'm gonna be alright
One of these days I will ease my troubled mind
These words they help me sleep at night
I know my friends will never die
I will never have any reason to cry
these words they help me sleep at night
One day I will see the light
this fire in my belly it will finally ignite
these words they help me sleep at night
One day we will all unite
stop barking at the man, this time we will bite
these words they help me sleep at night
I am fighting the good fight
I make a difference, I always do what's righte
these words they help me sleep at night
One day I will learn to fly
I will finally be free, I will have dreams
but for now I just can't sleep at night
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On The Move
03:25
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I'm an American man
cold beer in my hand
sittin' on the back porch soakin' it in
I got my girl my side
hop in the chevy for a ride
with my dog Butch, and they're all mine
I see my mama every day
she makes the best lemonade
and she cooks and cleans just like she should
Fall on my knees and pray
speak to the Lord and say
"Thank you God for choosing my land, the USA"
Freedom's an American word
floatin just like a bird
you know I will always love this land
Freedom's an American word
our anthem will be heard
soon the whole world will understand
Livin' the American Dream
playin' on the winning team
the stars and stripes swell my heart with pride
and when I die
I'll go to that Nascar track up in the sky
Gonna give ol' number 3 a big high five
It's been 13 years since
the day we aid we'd never forget
and we went over there and did what had to be done
bad guys speakin in tounges
they hate us cuz were number 1
freedom isn't free, sometimes you gotta take it with a gun
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10. |
Wander (Instrumental)
01:39
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11. |
Weary Feet
05:49
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I don't know where I'm goin but I'll tell you where I've been
drownin' in misery, living a life of sin
but I'm gonna change my ways, this time I swear it's true
been singing this same song for too long, it's time for something new
I'm goin up north for to see my sweatheart
it's been too long since the day we did part
when I get there I'll have a lot to explain
but I know she'll take me back, she'll see how I've changed
I went out searchin for something that can never be found
and I survive off what I find on the ground
I would go for broke, but brother I'm already there
I want to be strong, but my weakness is I'm all too aware
I been out roamin', ramblin', gamblin' too
Screamin in a room full of fools
Now my memories, they are nothing but a haze
stood up on the soapbox, found I never had much to say
I'm not askin' for forgiveness
I just looking for some help
because God as my witness
I've been going though Hell
I'm goin to rest my weary feet
It's time my troubled mind took the big sleep
I have never known a home, but I hear something calling me
When I get there I hope I will finally feel free
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12. |
Open Ended Apologies
03:28
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I can’t keep living like this
Holding a grudge against myself
I can’t keep tightening a fist
I must reach my hand out
I want to empathize
If only it were that easy
I want to apologize
I hope the world can forgive me
For the dead, for the asleep
For the people clinging to a dream
For the numb for the aware
For the brave who are fucking scared
For the strong and for the weak
For the lovers of this world I weep
For my pride and for my shame
Sacrifices in a stranger’s name
For the war and for the poor
For those we choose to ignore
For the veteran living on the street
And the hero he wanted to be
For assimilation to a vacant nation
For my submission to domination
For those who fear a sunny sky
Because liberation might strike any time
For the victim for the cop
Everyone who’s just doing their job
For the bird locked in a cage
And the prisoners who keep someone paid
For the structures that wall us in
People who say “That’s just the way it is”
For everyone doing what they think is right
But can’t figure out what’s wrong with their life
For the bad habits I reinforce
Letting a suicide run it’s course
For the wish and the command
For the stifling invisible hand
For the cause that is called lost
The struggle that is global holocaust
For the money and time spent
To do evil and then repent
For the child that makes my clothes
For the goddamned CEO’s
For the culture that consumes
And the hope of impending doom
For the glory and remorse
Those who see the forest for the resource
For the cattle and the slaughterhouse
For taking part it what we all renounce
For the marginalized people who can barely cope
With what some call a good joke
For the offensive undertones
Of a place that I call home
For the privilege I take for granted
And comments that are heavy handed
For the enlightened and the ignorant
Who see the simple and the complex
For heaven sent furious flame
The angels and the demons fighting in my brain
For the rise and for the fall
For the nothingness that created all
For all these songs, all this cheap talk
For all the bad things I have thought
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Average Joey Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Poet with a banjo!
Writer of Songs
Livin' in a Van
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