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DESENSITIZED
words and music by John Carpino
I've
been runnin' round in circles
Tryin' to stop on that dime
I fear my good intentions
Were just a waste of my time
I've been readin' all the headlines
I've been tryin' to catch my breath
And I've been listenin' to the newsman and he scares me half to death
Too many of us take this all for granted and we skate on by for free
Too many of us don't believe it's real until we watch it on TV
It's a media circus
And they juggle fact and fiction
All the while smilin' at the camera
On the six O'clock edition
It's just a version
of the truth
And the shove it down our throats
And it's a politicians fantasy world
And then he stands around and gloats
I change the channel for the details on the latest
dysfunctional Hollywood star
I tell myself that it's a needed distraction
From Iraq, Rwanda and Dar fur
We're all desensitized
We're all desensitized
Over-loaded with half-truth lies
We're all desensitized
So I'll throw on an extra blanket
And try to get a good night's rest
I can function in this screwed up world
At least I'll do my best
Still it's tappin' on my shoulder
And lurkin' in my rear-view mirror
It's the great American monster
Born of ignorance and fear
The TV bigots and the self-righteous
Tell me how to vote and what to feel
Still it seems like the more I watch
The less I comprehend and the less seems real.
We're all desensitized
We're all desensitized
Over-loaded with half-truth lies
We're all desensitized |
THE REDEMPTION
ROAD
words and music
by John Carpino
Standing at the
edge of this mountain
Lookin' out
across this land
Miles and miles of bitter-sweet smiles
People tryin' to understand
And we carry the
load
On the redemption road
Yeah, we carry the load
On the redemption road
Standing at the
edge of my country
Lookin' from the East to the West
Lately all I can see in the land of the free
People tryin' to get some rest
Still we carry
the load
On the redemption
road
Yeah, we carry the load
On the redemption road
Lay down your
pride and vanity
Walk a mile with me
On the redemption road
I still believe
in our future
I still believe in our fate
I still believe that the dreams that we share
Can conquer fear and hate
Standing at the
edge of my country
Lookin' from the West to the East
We give and we take and we make our mistakes
In our sruggle with war and peace
And we carry the
load
On the redemption road
Yeah, we carry the load
On the redemption road
Lay down your
pride and vanity
And walk a mile with me.
On the redemption
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ROCK AND ROLL
HIGHWAY
words and by music
John Carpino
Sister got a ride
with a reggae band
Sister got a golden
band from the band's bass man
Sound checks and
bounced checks and bouncers checkin' at the door
No we won't see
sister 'round here no more
Brother got a ticket
on an east bound bus
Brother says he
doesn't give a damn about us
He's part-time
working parking Kansas City cars
Savin' all his money
for and electric guitar
Seems like everybody
out there's got a place to move
Everybody's lookin'
for a way
It really doesn't
matter what direction you choose
We can all find a
place to play
On the Rock and Roll Highway
There's a smokey
little bar on the edge of town
I spend a lot of
time slammin' whiskey down
Singin' 'bout Lodi
and the Thunder Road
Everybody knows that
I'm about to explode |
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A HEART IN THE RAIN
words and music by
John Carpino
Eyes on the horizon
A cold autumn day
Storm clouds in the
distance
They got somethin'
to say
A bus stop in a
small Wyoming
town
The smell of diesel
and dust
Hands start to
shakin'
Fields turn to rust
And he's not gettin'
younger
The shadows remain
After lightning and
thunder
A heart in the rain
An old motel by the
roadside
Refuge for a night
Thoughts of a loved
one
He holds on tight
A quiet street
through a window
Worn, tattered
shades
Winds increase now
Darkness invades
And he's not gettin'
younger
The shadows remain
After lightning and
thunder
A heart in the rain
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NEW MEXICO BOUND
words and music by
John Carpino
Black top, hot spot,
soda pop, rag-top
Sittin' by the side
of the road
Listen to the radio,
Navajo taco,
Talkin' to the
dinosaur bones
Winslow, Holbrook, Joseph
City
truck stop,Alpine,
Springerville town
Tank of Gas, gotta
last
Steep grade, gotta
pass
I'm New Mexico bound
Hey, hey
New Mexico
bound
Hey, hey, hey
New Mexico
bound
Black top, hot
spot, soda pop, rag-top
Sittin' by the side
of the road
Listen to the radio,
Navajo taco
Talkin' to the
dinosaur bones
Albuquerque, Sante
Fe, Tucumcari Highway
Chaco, Silver City,
too
Hot cup of coffee,
bring it on to me
Look out Mama, comin'
through
Hey, hey
New Mexico
bound
Hey, hey, hey
New Mexico
bound
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HOME AGAIN
words and music by
John Carpino
I drive that same
old street to work each day
My day-to-day
routine is not difficult to trace
Responsibility won't
let me stray
Still a part of me
belongs in another place
Standing on a high Montana
mountain
Listening to the
wild Wyoming
wind
Walkin' on the banks
of the Colorado
Back in Hopi land
again
Riding on a New Mexico
mesa
Or listening to the Coeur d'Alene
rain
The quiet of the
Canyonlands
Carry me home again
The Lord has blessed
me with a gentle path
I can't complain
about the kind of life I live
Still I find myself
just looking back
I turn my eyes to
the western skies where I long to be
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