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Don't Die

Don’t Die in the Waiting Room of the Future 
Don’t Die in the Waiting Room of the Future 

you watch wild fires burn, the flames will soon be here 
as herds of deer run to escape 
fire fighters told you to get out yesterday 
now you’re treading water in a lake 

Don’t Die in the Waiting Room of the Future 
Don’t Die in the Waiting Room of the Future 

seven hippies standing wearing signs 
handcuffed to each other as a human chain 
nobody can get into their offices today 
seven hippies caused a big delay 

Don’t Die in the Waiting Room of the Future 
Don’t Die in the Waiting Room of the Future 

if you have something to fall back on you’ll fall back on it 
nothing to lose may be nothing to lose 
but in the end its still nothing 

I played all of my cards, I stayed in every hand 
I never folded, ante’d up and made my stand 
but when your luck runs out, you have no argument 
you pay your bill and go on home 

Don’t Die in the Waiting Room of the Future 
Don’t Die in the Waiting Room of the Future

Written by Fred Gillen Jr ©2023 Fuel For the Revolution (B.M.I.)


Form of Faith

you say you can pray away cancer and disease 
driving blind, a hairpin curve, and only your beliefs 
what will you do when you lean back and no one’s there to catch you? 
you send your thoughts and prayers to nowhere, and they do nothing! 

I believe in chaos but I’ll ride a wave if I manage to catch one 
we all live with mortality, borrowed time, under the gun 
somewhere in the chaos there is peace to be found 
is this a form of faith if it keeps our feet on the ground? 

you say I don’t believe in anything at all 
but I do believe what I see with my eyes 
and I believe that life just happens 
look down at my feet and see the ground that is there 
this may not be faith but I believe it gets me there! 

I believe in chaos but I’ll ride a wave if I manage to catch one 
we all live with mortality, borrowed time, under the gun 
somewhere in the chaos there is peace to be found 
is this a form of faith if it keeps our feet on the ground? 

I go out in the wilderness 
and take some time to look around 
what I see you might call God 
I just call it solid ground 

you say you can pray away cancer and disease 
driving blind, a hairpin curve, and only your beliefs

 Written by Fred Gillen Jr ©2023 Fuel For the Revolution (B.M.I.)


Kathmandu

make a wish and tie a string around a sacred tree 
the domes of swayambu shining down on me 
chanting monks the soundtrack for afternoon tea 

Kathmandu, a goddess on every street 
Kathmandu, ancient cobble stones beneath your feet 
Kathmandu, prayer flags blowing in the afternoon breeze 
Kathmandu, the dust of the ages makes it hard to see 
the mountains surrounding Kathmandu 

school girls with their braids, bringing trays of phanke roti 
a donut tastes better when you know its name 
but sugar is sweet everywhere the same 

Kathmandu, a goddess on every street 
Kathmandu, ancient cobble stones beneath your feet 
Kathmandu, prayer flags blowing in the afternoon breeze 
Kathmandu, the dust of the ages makes it hard to see 
the mountains surrounding Kathmandu 

standing in the middle of history 
we are not even a fleeting flash of light 
but this place changed me 
and it will always be a part of me 

Kathmandu, a goddess on every street 
Kathmandu, ancient cobble stones beneath your feet 
Kathmandu, prayer flags blowing in the afternoon breeze 
Kathmandu, the dust of the ages makes it hard to see 
the mountains surrounding Kathmandu

 Written by Fred Gillen Jr ©2023 Fuel For the Revolution (B.M.I.)


Mama's Boy

He’s not the only one whose Daddy’s not around 
at least he’s not out pissing in the wind 
she read it to herself as the pages dried the ink 
her words were such a faded shade of blue 

methamphetamine and wine were her secrets when he slept 
but love and courage was all she’d let him see 
children know a lie when they see it in your eyes 
lately she felt like Peter before the dawn 
but still he said to her 

I love your shoes and I love your hair 
I love those same old clothes you always wear 
and then he smiled and mama smiled 
and he said “I love you too.” 

they had fights that only she could understand 
‘cause after all a child’s just a child 
but the crimson in his eyes was a killer every time 
and bad decisions tend to hang around 
but still he said to her 

I love your shoes and I love your hair 
I love those same old clothes you always wear 
and then he smiled and mama smiled 
and he said “I love you too.” 

she must have lost control when she landed her first fix 
and was looking for a friend to take her boy 
but bad news travels fast, when a child’s taken young 
a local girl meets a tragic end 
so she tossed away the junk and took him in her arms 
and she said to him 

I love your shoes and I love your hair 
I love those same old clothes you always wear 
and then she smiled and her son smiled 
and she said “I love you too.”

Written by John Banrock ©2021 Banrock Music (ASCAP)


Dirt

we traded our God for a textbook 
then we traded our books for cold, blue screen 
now we’re scanning the network searching 
looking for spirit in everything 

I’m going back to the land 
the old, brown earth 
I don’t need no preacher 
don’t want no new birth 
just give me a pair of worn out boots 
and plant my feet in the dirt 
In the dirt 

we left our families for money 
alone and unprepared in the cities we worked 
with no connections, we thought we were free 
but loneliness is just what it’s cracked up to be 

I’m going back to the land 
the old, brown earth 
I don’t need no preacher 
don’t want no new birth 
just give me a pair of worn out boots 
and plant my feet in the dirt 
In the dirt 

I want to feel the dirt of my home town 
put my toes in the sand of the river of my youth 
there is no secret to happiness 
but in the warm, dark earth I find the truth 

Written by Fred Gillen Jr ©2023 Fuel For the Revolution (B.M.I.)


Ghosts

Hey you 
where are you going with those ghosts in your house? 
where are you going with those ghosts in your house? 
don’t you know? 

and there are kids 
and there are moms 
and there are dads 
and you are one 

Hey you 
where are you going with those ghosts in your house? 
where are you going with those ghosts in your house? 
don’t you know? 

this isn’t war 
it is much worse 
it is a crime 
it is mass murder 

Hey you 
where are you going with those ghosts in your house? 
where are you going with those ghosts in your house? 
don’t you know? 

they never leave once you let them in 
we will never sleep in this place again 
our thoughts and prayers blow away like wind 

Hey you 
where are you going with those ghosts in your house? 
where are you going with those ghosts in your house? 
don’t you know? 

everyone hears 
everyone sees 
now there are ghosts 
where there were people 

where there were kids 
where there were moms 
where there were dads 
now there’s no one 

Written by Paul JM and Fred Gillen Jr ©2023 Stutterdot Music (ASCAP) and Fuel for the Revolution (BMI)


 

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