(C. Funk, D. Kincaid)

You know you don't want him
So why don't you leave him
You know you don't love him
So why do you see him
I'll never understand
No I'll never understand

Chorus:

Did you read it in the bible
Did they teach you all that in school
It's a matter of survival
Better ask yourself what you're doing

I know how he treats you
I know that he beats you
You know you don't need it
So why don't you leave it
I'll never understand
No I'll never understand

Chorus

You know if you were mine
I'd love you all the time
You know you don't need it
So why don't you leave it
I'll never understand
No I'll never understand

Chorus

(Ignacio Jaime)

Que rebonito es vacilar en la parranda
Brindar por ellas con botellas de mezcal
Tener amores con solteras y casadas
Y alguna viuda que se quiere encarrilar
Venga compadre no se este achicopalando
No se me raje ni se me haga para atrás
Verá después que pase un rato
Que resuave la pachanga va a quedar

¡Mire no más!- que a todo dar estan las viejas
A mi me gustan todas ellas por igual
Mi general, vaya buscando su pareja
Pa' que me deje a todititas la damás.

Hace tres noches que me curo de una cruda
De una curada de otro cohete que agarré
No sé si es cierto, o es que a mi se me afigura
Que ya con esto bien curada la dejé
Ahora mis cuates, que se acaben la botella
Porque en el aire se nos puede evaporar
Si se nos sube le ponemos su ecalera
Pa' que vuelva a su lugar

¡Mire no más! -que a todo dar estan las viejas
A mi me gustan todas ellas por igual
Mi general, vaya buscando su pareja
Pa' que me deje a todititas las demás.

(C. Funk, D. Kincaid)

Anna Lee spends her time
Staring out at nothing
When the moon's on the rise
Sitting on a porch swing
Anna Lee dreams of other days
Other nights and times of old
When a girl believed in anything
She was told

Chorus:

Way down in the Southland
It's just another day
Buried alive in a memory
That never goes away
The young men of the Southland
The music that played
Only her dreams go unchanged

Anna Lee stands alone
Hidden in the shadows
Listening for someone's voice
Gazing out of windows
Anna Lee dreams of gentlemen
Promises as good as gold
When a girl believed in anything
She was told

(D. Kincaid)
© 2014 Haunted Field Music

(D. Kincaid)

Well, I can't go home
So 'round the world I roam
Got no place to call my own
No, I can't go home

Well, I was born on the run
From town to town
From sun to sun
No, we never stopped movin'
It was never of my choosin'
Had no roots to put down
Just new faces, new towns
Goodbye friend, it's the end
No, we'll never meet again

You know I can't go home
So 'round the world I roam
Got no place to call my own
No, I can't go home

You can't tell from how I talk
How I look, or how I walk
Am I from here, am I from there ?
Well, I don't come from anywhere
If you ask me when I die
Where it is I want to lie
I don't knwo I just can't say
I don't belong here anyway

Home, familiar faces
Home, friends and relations, home
Home, the old church and schoolyard
Home, life's taken me so far
Far away from any place
Called home

I'm tired of livin' on the run
From town to town
From sun to sun
You know I've got to stop movin'
Now I'm feelin' like I'm losin'
Got some roots to put down
Some day in some town
Goodbye friend, it's the end
No we'll never meet again

You know I can't go home
So 'round the world I roam
I got no place to call my own
No, I can't go home

(S. Kempner)

I was just a boy
The first time I heard of Cheyenne
I fell in love with the word
What to me seems such a strange exotic land

Where cowboys still ride the high plains
Where heaven kisses the earth
And a person could be free enough
To find out what he was worth

Chorus:

Cheyenne
Someday Cheyenne
I'm gonna ride the high plains
Cheyenne
Can't you just picture me
A city boy in God's country

I'd never known anywhere other
Than the streets of my town
Too much of anything even the best things
Will finally get you down

I'd never been any farther west
Than the shores of Jersey
But I guess dreams were created
By a God in his infinite mercy

Chorus

Well I've seen a little bit of the world
These past few years
And while I'm still a young man
I've had my share of laughs I've shed my share of tears

Tonight when I get home
I'll settle back and turn on the TV
Or I could just close my eyes
And Cheyenne is where I will be

Chorus

(D. Kincaid)

Oh Daddy, Lord I miss you when you're gone
Daddy, please don't stay gone so long
'Cause I need you when I'm sleepin'
More when I'm awake
Wonderin' where you're keepin'
Watchin' everyday, for you Daddy
Don't stay gone so long

Oh Mama, how'd you get so far away
Mama, won't you come on home to stay
'Cause I need you when I'm sleepin'
More when I'm awake
Wonderin' where you're keepin'
Watchin' everyday, for you Mama
Don't stay gone so long

(D. Kincaid)

Well, I’m makin’ my contribution
That’s no lie, that’s my solution
To savin’ this world from self-destruction
I keep on makin’ my contribution

I don’t work in a factory
In a corporate office you won’t find me
I don’t have to be up a dawn
I don’t have to put a suit and tie on
But I have sweat as much as any man
In any job across this land
I’ve paid my dues to do what I do
And I don’t care how it looks to you

There’s a world out there that walks the line
Between devastation and peaceful times
There are people right here who can’t find a way
To deal with the pain of livin’ each day
A song to sing and a reason to smile
A little distraction from this world a while
Are what I have to give, if you can’t see
I’ll guess I’ll leave you to your misery

Now, I don’t claim to know the meaning of life
How to feed the world or set things right
I don’t think that I can right the wrongs
Do away with injustice by singing my song
I do my job as well as I can do
And hope that I help to get someone through
And maybe bring a little happiness
To this old world, well I do my best

Well, I’m makin’ my contribution
That’s no lie, that’s my solution
To savin’ this world from self-destruction
I keep on makin’ my contribution

(S. Johns, M. Garvin)

Should I just ride in and steal you away
I don’t know what else to do
I’ve got a desperado love for you

I know you belong to another man
The first time we met I knew
I’d have a desperado love for you

I know that it breaks every law
To feel the way I’m feelin’
But I want your love so desperately
I don’t see the wrong in stealin’

So hold on I’m gonna shoot for the heart
Like desperados do
I’ve got a desperado love for you

Should I just ride in and steal you away
I don’t know what else to do
I’ve got a desperado love for you

Its so wrong to take what isn’t mine
And head out for the border
But I can’t look at you and have
Respect for law and order

So hold on I’m gonna shoot for the heart
Like desperados do
I’ve got a desperado love for you
I’ve got a desperado love for you

(Dino Valenti)
© 1982 Dreaming Jewels

I don't ever want to see you crying
And I don't ever want see you blue, oh no
All I ever wanted to do was know you
And maybe hope you could know me too

I don't ever want make you sorry
For anything you've ever said or done, oh no
All I ever wanted to do was love you
And maybe hope you could love me too

And it's alright Baby
I'm in love with you
And it's alright
I would never make you blue
Or try to play with you

Well, I don't want to spil your party babe
Or tell you where to go or what to do, oh no
All I ever wanted to do was know you
And maybe hope you could know me too

And it's alright Baby
I'm in love with you
And it's alright, yeah
I would never make you blue
Or try to play with you

Well, I don't ever want to spoil your party, Babe
Or tell you where to go or what to do, oh no
All I ever wanted to do was love you
And maybe hope you could love me too

(D. Kincaid)

You take a stab at me
I take a poke at you
Well, I'm sick and I'm tired
Of fighting with you
So I'll pack my bags
And head for the door
I won't live this way
Anymore

It's a fight for life
And it's a fight for rights
And we fight for love
With all of our might
And we fight each other
Like enemies
When together as lovers
Is how it should be

We're a confusing breed
That's how it seems to me
We need a struggle
To give us harmony
But this one has spiraled
Right out of control
Don't want to struggle with you
Anymore

Well some things just
Weren't meant to be
You can't put the blame
On you or me
We're a long, long way
From where we should be
I see no gain
In this misery

(D. Kincaid)

Chorus:

The fortunes of war
Will smile upon me
If I live or I die
It's a hero I'll be
Got nothin' to lose
It's the same to me
Let the fortunes of war
Smile upon me

My girl she don't love me
My family's the same
I can't find a job
Ain't got a friend to my name
There's no appreciation
For a man like me
So I'll go fight the war
And I'll make 'em all see

I'll lay my life on the line
And die for the cause
Then will they grieve
For all the love lost
Tell me why does a man
Have to face certain death
To meet expectations
That are placed on his head ?

And they'll raise a glass
To the fallen one
And they'll all agree
It was a job well done
Oh, what a noble soul
We lost that day
They'll put flags and a wreath
Upon my grave

(C. Funk, D. Kincaid)

Chorus:

And the German skies
Are clear tonight
The scars of war
Aren't here tonight
My German girl
I shere tonight
Midnight comes
The shadows all run
Far away

Beautiful land
I can't understand
What happened before
In the years of the war
When so many lives
Were betrayed
And the planes turned the nights
Into flames

Beautiful girl
A war-torn world
With an innocent smile
And the trust of a child
How strange then this girl
Next to me
She should come from such sad
History

Chorus

How far from the past
We can be
When she raises her soft
Eyes to me

(S. Kempner)

Well I live in the city
I've been up, down,
But usually I'm drowning in the middle
I've seen it all, New York City
And if they got it anywhere
Then we got it over here, no kidding
And in time I've found

That you can get nonchalant
About whatever comes down
With the mobsters and the mayors
Buddy-buddy, tight-tight
The same damn thing in any alley any night
The rich come first and the poor come last
The whole world sticks it to the middle class
Get tough

We're out of Beirut
Now we're going into Bosnia
We're all over Asia and Europe
And we're down in Somalia
While back home on the Lower East Side
Everybody's on the run
There's no place left to hide
And in time I've found

That you can get nonchalant
About whatever comes down
There's people starving in an African nation
People living in Grand Central Station
Family's sleeping in makeshift tents
The end of the month and once again I'm sweating rent
Get tough

Do you think I'm naive
Yeah, well maybe
Well it's a big world, I'm one guy and
I ain't gonna let it drive me crazy
Well I shout, just as loud as I can
Because I care about
Every living boy, girl, woman and man
And in time, baby, I've found
Get tough

(C. Funk, D. Kincaid)

On a cold October's day
The battlefield at Gettysburg
On a plaque I read my name
The wheels of time begin to turn
I see the years stripped away
I see their lines blue and gray

Chorus:

Down in Gettysburg
Saw them fall
Bloody Gettysburg
Took them all
Waited for the word
Never came
Retreat from Gettysburg

I've seen a lot of wicked things
Heard a lot of people cry
I know it couldn't touch the pain
Of seeing 50,000 die
I saw the sun fall away
The moon shone white on their graves

Chorus

Billy Yank said good-bye
Mother's son left to die
Dixieland look away
Mother's son died today

Papa fought a bloody war
His father in the one before
Walking through the haunted field
I knew we couldn't give no more
I saw the years stripped away
I watched men die blue and gray

Chorus

© 1998 Confedence

Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar los versos del alma

Chorus

Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un jarmín encendido
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un jarmín encendido
Mi verso es un cierro herido
Que busca en el monte amparo

Chorus

Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
El arroyo de la sierra
Me complace más que el mar

Chorus

(D. Kincaid)

They walk the streets
Late at night
They don't know nothin'
'Bout what's wrong or right
They're after me
They're after you
I can't help wonderin'
What I'm gonna do
If they catch me
Whoa, and there ain't nowhere to run

Chorus:

Gunfire at midnight
Shots ring out through the streets
Breakin' glass in the back alley ways
You don't dare to look and see
Who's firin' at midnight
Whoa, fear is in command
Every shadow reveals the sheen of a blade
You don't dare to make a stand

An empty street
Under the moon
Walkin' quickly
So I'll get home soon
The sound of foot-steps
Not far behind
Could be them
Or a friend of mine
Keep a light in the window
Whoa, and a lock upon the door

Don't get a gun
It won't kill your fear
'Cause if you show it
Ten more appear
A show of violence
Will get back to you
From what I've seen
I believe it to be true
If I see blood in the gutter
Whoa, I'll pray that it ain't yours

(J. C. Fogerty)

Well, take me back down where cool water flow, yeah
Let me remember things I love
Stoppin' at the log where catfish bite
Walkin' along the river road at night
Barefoot girls dancin' in the moonlight, Green River

I can hear the bull frog callin' me
Wonder if my rope's still hangin' to the tree
Love to kick my feet way down the shallow water
Shoe fly, dragon fly, get back to your mother
Pick up a flat rock, skip it across Green River

Up at Cody's camp I spent my days, oh,
With flat car riders and cross-tie walkers.
Old Cody, Junior took me over,
Said, you're gonna find the world is smould rin
An' if you get lost come on home to Green River

(C. Funk, D. Kincaid)

Chorus:

We're gathered here on hallowed ground
With voices raised, heads bowed down
We're gathered here on hallowed ground
To sing this soul away

I was walking down on Thompson Street
Saw a battered soul, no food to eat
With shakin' hand for me to greet
Said 'I knew you one day'

Said 'I was once a different man
Strong of voice, firm of hand
But even gifts the Angels plan
The time can waste away
Waste away'

Chorus

I realized he'd been my friend
All those years I'd spent with him
The light of recognition dims
The years pulled us away

Said "I had dreams like anyone
Worked so hard, prayed they come
But, I'm a man like anyone
And she walked away,
She walked away"

Chorus

Walking down on Thompson street
Looking for my friend to meet
I saw a black cart in the street
Carryin' him away

I followed to the edge of town
Watched them lay his body down
Said a prayer and turned around
And slowly walked away,
I walked away

(C. Funk, D. Kincaid, E. Rupprecht)

Like a murder in a one horse town
I can tell you word gets around
I hear you've been lookin' for me
Searchin five years runnin' for me
Got to prove you're something to me

Once your brother came ahead of you
Heard a rumor, wondered was it true
Said he had my number, like you
Driven by that hunger to prove
Just a hard luck runner, like you

I'll play this out for just so long
Say your prayers or move on
If you've got the sense to run
Hard luck runner run on

By the twilight, or the desert sun
In the midnight, someone always comes
Someone with my number, like you
Driven by that hunger to prove
Another hard luck runner, like you

(D. Kincaid)

So these
These are the hard times
The ones we've
Been hearing about
And like in
"A streetcar named desire"
We're struggling
To work it out
And these
These are the lean times
The ones we never thought
That we'd see
And it's just like in
"The grapes of wrath"
Except it's happening
To you and me

And it feels like I'm standing
Outside of myself
As we act out
Our desperate scenes
Like watching an old-time
Black and white movie
Starring you and me
And the feelings are so
Intensely real
That they don't seem
Real at all
I can't bear
To see your pain
Or to watch your teardrops fall

They say
They say of these hard times
They kill you or
They make you strong
And like in
"City for conquest"
I'm wondering
What went wrong

As we go
Through these hard times
I can't get past
My disbelief
That this isn't really
A very bad dream
And soon
I'll wake to see
The end
The end of these hard times
Every movie's
Got to end
As it fades to black
And the curtains close
To reality
Again

(Stephen Foster, arrangement by D. Kincaid)

Let us pause in life's pleasure
And count its many tears
While we all sob sorrow
With the poor
There's a song that will linger
Forever in our ears
Oh, hard times
Come again no more

'Tis the song, the sigh
Of the weary
Hard times, hard times
Come again no more
Many days you have lingered
Around my cabin door
Oh, hard times
Come again no more

While we seek mirth and beauty
And music light and gay
There are frail forms
Fainting at the door
Though their voices are silent
Their pleading looks will say
Oh, hard times
Come again no more

'Tis a sigh that is wafted
Across the troubled wave
'Tis a wail that is heard
Upon the shore
'Tis a dirge that is murmured
Around the lowly grave
Oh, hard times
Come again no more

(R. Berry)

Have love, whoa Baby will travel
Have love, yea Darlin' will travel
If you need lovin’
Then hmm, mmm, I’ll travel

Well I travel from Maine to Mexico
To find a little girl that'll love me so
No matter where, no matter where I’ll be
I'm lookin' for a lover that’ll satisfy me

Have love, whoa Baby will travel
Have love, Yea Darlin' will travel
If you need lovin’
Then yeah, yeah, I’ll travel

Well I might take a boat, or I'll take a plane
Might hitchhike, or jump a train
Your kind of lovin' drives a man insane
So look for me a walkin' just any ol' way

Have love, whoa Darlin' will travel
Have love, yea Baby will travel
If you need lovin’
Then yeah, yeah, I’ll travel

(Jerry Roslie)
© Valet Publishing

Somebody knows
What you have done
About your carrying on
And having fun
You knew it was wrong,
But you had to play
Now you're gonna learn
That lying don't pay

Its too late, you lied
Now you will cry
Its getting late and
He's waiting, he's waiting
He's waiting, he's waiting
For you

You stayed out late
Just to play your game
But all you got
Was a real bad name
You think you're hot, Babe
I got news for you
Well, Satan found out
Little girl you're through

(C. Funk, D. Kincaid)

Sad stories run cheap 'round here
No reason to apologize
Everybody's had one bad year
You've fallon from paradise
But you're not alone, you're not alone no more

Chorus:

Honor among thieves, all that you'll need
It's how we live, it's how you die
Honor among thieves, everything we need
It's written in your eyes

Everybody's had to lose their pride
It's easy when you lay with dogs
You thought you had a private line
But nobody makes a deal with God
And you're not alone, you're not alone no more

Chorus

Pick a pocket and it makes you feel
Like a small time criminal
Steal a million in a crooked deal
Everybody's gonna let you know
That you're not alone, you're not alone no more

Chorus

(D. Kincaid)

Well I've felt like a King
In command of it all
And I've been a loser
Who can't win at all
When things are up I'm a genius
When they're down I'm a fool
Got to remember
This one rule

Chorus:

It's how the dice fall
It's how the dice fall
Ain't got nothin' to do
With what you or I do
It's how the dice fall

I heard it from a preacher
About destiny
And I heard it from a teacher
About history
How we got to learn
From our mistakes
They just don't see
It's in the hands of fate

So don't even pretend
You got it under control
'Cause no one can say
How the dice are gonna roll
You can play with 'em loaded
But it comes back around
You think you're on your way up
Then you're lyin' face down

If the doors swing open
It's so hard to say why
If the doors slam shut, Lord
Ain't no reason to cry
I just keep on workin'
Hard just the same
One roll of the dice
And it's all gonna change

(Little Richard Penniman)

Well, there's a little man with a billy-goat cart
People say he's crazy but I say he's smart
You can see him every day goin' up and down the street
Always shouting about somethin' good to eat

Chorus:

I got it, oh baby I got
Oh baby I got
Can't do without it

Black-eyed peas and the buttered beans
Fresh milk and corn and the collard greens

Chorus

It ain't what you do, it's the way that you do it
It ain't what eat, it's the way that you chew it

Chorus

Smoked ham, eggs and jam
Corn bread and the candied yams

Black-eyed peas and the buttered beans
Fresh milk and corn and the collard greens

Chorus
It ain't what you do, it's the way that you do it
It ain't what eat, it's the way that you chew it

I'm hollerin' and I'm screamin', baby please don't go
I'm hollerin' and screamin', don't leave my heart alone
I got it, can't do without it

(C. Funk, D. Kincaid, Dysart)

So many people, fall into line
They look right through me, steal all my time
Scream when I'm working, ask what it means
No one can touch me, alone in my dreams

Chorus

I've been everywhere
I've seen everything
I go everywhere, in my dreams

So many people, making demands
Too many chances, fall through my hands
I can't make them happy
At least so it seems
No one can touch me, alone in my dreams

Chorus

(Music by Astor Piazolla, Lyrics by Jorge Luis Borges,
Translation by Coby Lubliner, Arrangement by D. Kincaid)
Arrangement Copyright © 2010 by Haunted Field Music

One night I was among people,
And heard someone there mention
A man named Jacinto Chiclana,
Long ago in Balvanera.
Something there was also said
About a knife and an alley
By now the glint and the fight
Are lost in time's lonely valley.

Who knows the reason and cause
That by that name I am haunted!
Knowing how he really was
Is something I would have wanted.
I see him upright and tall,
Calm in his feelings and thinking.
Able to keep down his voice
And risk his life without shrinking

SPOKEN:
No one trod ever more firmly.
Over the earth without fear.
Niether in love nor in war,
Has anyone been his peer.
Over the gardens and patios,
Stand Balvanera's towers,
And that death, driven by chance,
In a dark alley that glowers.

SUNG:
How good and true was this man?
No one but God realizes.
Gentlemen, here I am singing,
Of what that name symbolizes.
For hope is never in vain,
Courage is best, as is honor.
And to this I sing this milonga.
Sung for Jacinto Chiclana.

(D. Kincaid)

Got the blues in the mornin'
Got the blues everyday
Had the blues this mornin'
Had the blues all this long day
You're gonna have them blues too
If you don't get out my way

I'm a man on a mission
Got to bring my woman back home
I'm a man on a mission
Got to bring my woman back home
When I find the man that stole her
Lord, I'll break every bone

Now I got to spend my lifetime
Pacin' 'cross this prison cell
I got to spend my lifetime
Pacin' 'cross this prison cell
'Cause I found the man who stole my woman
Lord, I sent him straight to hell

Well Tin cup, jail bars
Lord, I'm makin' some noise
Tin cup, jail bars
Lord, I'm makin' some noise
I heard my woman's with another man
You better let me out of here, boys

(B. Darin)

Jailer bring me water
Jailer bring me water
Jailer bring me water
My throat is kind of dry

Now, I never have me no money
Seem to never have me no money
I never have me no money
Baby you’re the reason why

I’m gonna work until the good Lord calls me
I’m gonna work until the good Lord calls me
I’m gonna work until the good Lord calls me
He’ll be here by and by

Now, Jailer if you see my Baby
Jailer if you see my baby
Jailer if you see my baby
Just tell her I said good-bye

Jailer bring me water
Jailer bring me water
Jailer bring me water
My throat is kind of dry

(D. Kincaid)
© 2006 Haunted Field Music

Let it go, let it go
That's what they tell me
Let it go
Don't you know you've got to
Let it go

You're a tortured soul
You've got to let it go
It'll drive you mad and pull you down
You'll sink beneath the ground
There's just one way around

You've got a troubled mind
And life's been unkind
But she'll help to get you through
In spite of what you do
And you'll help ger too

Chorus

You set your demons free
But you can't let them be
There's salvation in her eyes
You begin to realize
Good things in good time.

We can only live and love it seems
We can only hope and keep our dreams
There'S no changing those whose love's been lost
All the wasted years, - the painful cost

You're a tortured soul
You've got to let it go
It'll drive you mad and pull you down
You'll sink beneath the ground
There's just one way around

(C.C Beam, W.S. Stevenson, C.L. Jiles)

Let the teardrops fall
You said you wasn't gonna call
You didn't love me at all
So let the teardrops fall

Since you've been gone
I've been so blue
And I spend my time
Just thinking of you

Well, I sit here at home
By my telephone
Hopin' you'll change your mind
It's you I dream of
And I need your love
So tell me you'll be mine

'Cause the sun won't shine
And the moon it won't glow
And these lonely nights
All pass too slow

Sweet memories
I still recall
But I miss you so
So let the teardrops fall

(J. C. Fogerty)

Just about a year ago
I set out on the road
Seekin’ my fame and fortune
Lookin’ for a pot of gold
Things got bad, and things got worse
I guess you know the tune
Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again

I road in on a Greyhound
I’ll be walkin’ out if I go
I was just passin’ through
Must be seven months or more
I ran out a time and money
It looks like they took my friend
Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again

The man from the magazine
He said I was on my way
Some where I lost connection
I ran out of songs to play
I came into town, a one-night stand
I looks like my plans fell through
Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again

Now if I only had a dollar
For every song I’ve sung
Every time I’ve had to play
While people sat there drunk
You know I’d catch the next train
Back to where I live
Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again
Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again

(D. Kincaid)

Oh, my love
I know that I
Will love you till the end
And oh, my love
Won't you walk with me
And tell me once again

Oh, love of my life
Day and night, I pray
I'll always be
Ooh, forever
In your heart
In mine you'll always be

The old man to
His agin' wife
He took her by the hand
Through all these years
I've loved you so
And I will say again

And your past
Was filled with pain
I'll take it all away
They can't hurt you now
I'm here with you
I won't let you hurt again

Darlin' to
My dying day
I'll take my love for you
In heaven when we meet again
I will say to you

(D. Kincaid)
© 2015 Haunted Field Music

(Joe English, arrangement D. Kincaid)

Come, listen now, I'll tell you how
I came to leave Killarney, O
I'm one of the boys that fears no noise
And me name is Paddy Kearny, O
My father's name it was the same
And my grandfather before, O
He carried his gun in '98
When the green flag floated o're him

Then, O, what fun to see them run
And to leave a name in story, O
With my father's gun I'll follow the drum
And fight my way to glory, O

When my father died, to his bedside
He called meself, so clever, O
Says he, "My son, now take this gun,
And guard it well forever, O"
But the dirty laws soon clapped their paws
On me, the dirty blaggards, O
So faix on day, I sailed away
To the land of Yankee Doodle, O

When the rebels raised a hubbaboo,
And of Sumter took possession, O
Instead of our flag, they raised a rag
The standard of succession, O
It's then I joined the 69th
My father's gun to shoulder, O
For meself, you know, can slather the foe
A divil a one is boulder, O

I 'listed then, with Meagher's men
The rebel scalpeens shooting, O
In bould brigade I'm Sergeant made
So here I'm back recruiting, O
Then boys, step out, the foe to rout
I'll lead you on to glory, O
And if you're kilt, and your blood is spilt
Your name will live in story, O

(D. Kincaid)

My friend, my friend
When will it be
That I see you again
It's all got to end
Before the streets are lined
With graves from end to end
My friend, my friend

My friend, my friend
Like soldiers in the trenches
You fight back again
And you pay no mind
To the fact that you're being picked-off
One at a time
My friend, my friend

And if dignity were gold
You'd be the wealthiest of men
And the courage of a lion
You've shown time and time again
With conviction of the saints
You've stood and firmly held your ground
Against the horrors of this plague
And those who'd put you down

My friend, my friend
So few in either church or state
Can give the reason why
They won't raise a hand
To stop the suffering or to ease
The pain of the dying
My friend, my friend

My friend, my friend
When will it be
That I can talk with you again
I can't find the reason why
That corruption lives
While the good of heart
Must be the first to die
My friend, my friend

My friend, my friend
When will it be
That I see you again
When will it be
That I see you again
My friend, my friend

(C. Funk, D. Kincaid)

Kill to keep the peace
Drink to kill the pain
Fight to stay alive
Live to fight again
A circle of despair
Is what I'm locked into
God, I want to run away and
Make my way to you

I can't bear to
Fight another day
Time has come to
Throw my gun away
And run till I'm home with you

In my darkest dreams
I have never known
Cruelty I've seen
Sorrow I've been shown
Trenches fill with fire
Friends are torn into
God, I've got to run away and
Make my way to you

(C. Funk, D. Kincaid)

Keep no secrets
Tell no lies

Out of the shadows
Darker than night
All of your secrets
Coming to light
All those fears that grew
Deep inside of you

So much illusion
Wearing you down
Only the Angels
Are innocent now
All your fears that grow
Only I will know

Keep no secrets
Tell no lies

(C. Funk, D. Kincaid)

The decline and the fall
Of modern times
Let it go on
Without me tonight
Rivers will rage
Skies open wide
Let 'em rage on
Without me tonight

Because I'm home
For the first time
Been such a long time
Away from the place
Let the dawn
Break to find me
Where no one can find me
No, not a trace
No, not a trace

The powers that be
That play with our lives
Let 'em forget
All about me tonight
If justice is blind
For once it's all right
Don't want a soul
To find me tonight

I'm tired of being the stranger
It's time to be with my own
A moment of peace in the madness
Fortressed away in my home

The decline and the fall
Of modern times
Let it go on
Without me tonight
Let it go on
Without me tonight

(C. Funk, D. Kincaid)

Turn the lights down low
Turn all the lights down low
Killer on the loose they say
Heard it on the radio
Starless night, the moon is white as bone

A knock upon the door
Maybe it's just the wind
Listen to your heartbeat roar
Are you gonna open it
Starless night, the moon is white as bone

Chorus:

Nothing to fear but fear it's
Nothing to fear you tell yourself
Nothing to fear but fear it's
Nothing to fear, is it ?

Chorus

A knock upon the door
Maybe you think it's him
Listen to your heartbeat roar
Are you gonna let me in
Starless night, the moon is white as bone

Chorus

(C. Funk, D. Kincaid)

She helped me
To see clearly
How easy
A fall can be

She's not thinking of me
She's had me in a freeze so long
I can't go home
Growing colder
In my nowhere zone

Seems funny
Dreams money
Fame fortune
Pale quickly
When you love someone
Learn from them
They lead you
Where they leave you

She's not thinking of me
She's had me in a freeze so long
I can't go home
Growing colder
In my nowhere zone

She helped me
To see clearly
How easy
A fall can be

(C. Funk, D. Kincaid, E. Rupprecht)

One-Dog Brown was a crazy man
Lived in the hills in back of my land
Had a Rebel flag and a half-dead dog
Showed no fear of man nor God

Chorus:

With a man like that you just can't tell
No one's left who knew him well
With a man like that it might be true
But he won't tell me
And he won't tell you

Sundown came I'd hear him sing
All about love and the pain it brings
Story was told that he killed his wife
Burled her bones in the full moon light

Winter came 'round and I fell sick
My fever raged and I was fading quick
Had a crazy dream about One-Dog Brown
Standin' by me as the sun went down

He told me boy, I just save your life
Then disappeard in the full moon light
When I hear him singin' up on the hill
I just don't know and I wonder still

(D. Kincaid)
© 2005 Haunted Field Music

And, it's over the border
That I'm bound to fly
Where my heart will live
Till the day that I die
Far over the border I'll fly.

When I was a boy - fifteen years of age
I traveled south through the sand and the sage
A sad, gray world was all that I left behind
And the endless cactus, their shadows cast
From a desert moon, as the miles flew past
Far over the border to the capitol I came
I couldn't believe the proud, ancient city
That streched before my eyes
Nor was I ever prepared for what I'd find
I was embraced there, and taken in there
And loved as their own kind
The joy and astonishment will always be mine.

Chorus

Abuelito, Grandfather, I walked by your side
Brimming with such admiration and pride
Every morning regaled with the tales from your past
Abuelito, Grandmother, how can it be
That you gave so much to someone like me
Mis Hermanos y Hermanas, your kindnesses flood my mind
Ay, Mamá, oh Mother, like a son you cared for me
I remember it with a sigh
My tears fell just like rain when you died
I was embraced there, and taken in there
And love as their own kind
In a world impoverished of hope, they gave me this sign

Many years have gone by, the memories remain
Untarnished by time, undiminished the claim
Upon my heart, upon my soul - forever

Chorus

(traditional / Tom O'Carrol)

Instrumental

(C. Funk, D. Kincaid)

Mister did you come
In search of water
I'll bet you're thirsty
Wrong or right
How'd you like
To be my partner
Mister will you ride
With me tonight

There's a house
Upon the hillside
The people there
Ain't no damn good
They've got gold
And they've got silver
I'd like to have it
If I could

Chorus:

Feel that wind
Feel it blow
There's worse than stealin'
When a man
Is tired and cold

You know my life
Has been a nightmare
I won't bore you
With the news
But I can sum you up
By lookin'
I ain't no hungrier
Than you

Hey friend, sorry
That you're dyin'
I didn't know
He had a gun
Such a shame
To leave you lyin'
But you know I've
Got to run

You know the law
Has got a long arm
I've been around
I know it well
But if they're ever
Gonna catch me
They'll have to chase me
Into hell

Feel that wind
Feel it blow
There's worse than dyin'
When a man
Is tired and cold

(C. Funk, D. Kincaid)

Pass the hat, friend
If you'd be so kind, friend
Take a while
For a smile and a song
Leave your worries
Leave your hurry
In a while you're gonna find
You can't help but sing along

Take a look 'round
At this hard town
All you see
People walking alone
Weary places
Saddened faces
Got to bring these voices
Together in a song

Pass the hat
You've got to live before you die
Pass the hat
Got to laugh more than you cry
Pass the hat
I'll give you all I've got to give
Pass the hat, pass the hat
Oh, yeah

Pass the hat, friend
We're all the same, friend
You and me
And the man next to you
'Been through bad times
'Been through sad times
Just the same, here's a song
Just to help to get us through

Take a look down
The streets of this town
Like a veil
There's a gloom hangin' down
But even still, friends
If you've got the will, friends
We can raise our voices
Together all around

Pass the hat, friend
If you'd be so kind, friend
Soon enough
There's a grave for us all
But we're alive, friends
You and I, friends
We can raise our voices
There's still time before the fall

(Roslie)

Yeah baby
You're driving me crazy
I said baby
You're driving me crazy

The way you turn me on
When you shut me down
Tell me baby
Where'd I just gone wrong

Psycho

Well baby
You're driving me crazy
Going out of my mind
You treat me so unkind

Psycho

Well baby
You're driving me crazy
I'm going out of my head
And I wish I was dead

Psycho

Baby
You're driving me crazy
I'm going out of my head
And I wish I was dead

Psycho

(D. Kincaid)
© 2014 Haunted Field Music

(D. Kincaid)

You see that grey-haired man
By the window
He ain't half as old
As he looks
Barely aware that his wife
Has left him
He won't see his
Children grow up

Chorus:

Ridin' the Red-Eye
You can't take this
Ride all the way
Ridin' the Red-Eye
Whoa, it'll kill you
One day

You see that girl
So young and pretty
She don't know she'll be
Gettin' off soon
She'll take anything
To stay on the Red-Eye
She don't see she's got
It all to lose

I'm sick and tired of hearin' why
I should get on board
That old Red-Eye
To find myself surrounded
By dealers, drunks
And wasted lives
Overdoses, bitter tears
I want a sharp mind
And my vision clear
Gonna look at life
Right in the eye
Gonna make damn sure
It don't pass me by
Only two ways
To get off the Red-Eye
One's good
And the other one ain't
One leaves you
Six feet under
One gives you
A chance again

Get off the Red-Eye
You can't take this
Ride all the way
Ridin' the Red-Eye
Whoa, it'll kill you
One day

(D. Kincaid)
© 2014 Haunted Field Music

(D. Kincaid)
© 2006 Haunted Field Music

Now you can spread the word around
About this woman that I've found
She's the one
I know you've heard this story told
By so many fools before
But she's the one
I told you you'd be sorry
You can't treat a man this way

Now she's the one
And she brings the rising sun
She's the one

You almost had me fooled
Into playing by your rules
Now she's the one
You tried to tell me day was night,
Up was down and black was white
Now she's the one
I told you you'd be sorry
You can't treat a man this way

Chorus

Now you can spread the word around
About this woman that I've found
She's the one
Where there's a will, now, there's a way
She's got me smiling everyday
Now she's the one

(J.C. Fogerty)

When the sky is grey
And the moon is hate
I'll be down to get you
Roots of earth will shake

Chorus:

Sinister Purpose
Knockin' at your door
Come and take my hand

Burn away the goodness
You and I remain
Did you see the last war?
Well, here I am again

Chorus

I can set you free
Make you rich and wise
We can live forever
Look into my eyes

Chorus

(Traditional)

Well I'm going downtown,
Gonna buy me a sack of flour
Gonna cook it every hour
Keep my skillet good 'n greasy all the time time time
Skillet good 'n greasy all the time

And if you say so
well I ain't gonna work no more
Gonna lay around my shanty all the time time time
Lay around my shanty all the time

Well I'm going down town
Gonna buy me a jug of Brandy
Gonna give it all to Mandy
Keep her good 'n drunk and goosey
All the time time time
Good 'n drunk and goosey all the time

Well the chicken's in my pack
And a hound dog's on my track
I'm headed for my little shanty home home home
Headed for my little shanty home

If they call me to the door
Well I'll kick 'em on to the floor
Keep my skillet good 'n greasy all the time time time
Skillet good 'n greasy all the time

(C. Funk, D. Kincaid)

I look in her eyes
Like moonlight in a mirror
I look in here eyes
To strange interiors

She sleeps here in my arms
Breathing quietly
Somehow so far away
Even next to me
In this mystery
I never know when she'll disappear
I never know when she'll turn up here

New day comes my way
I wake to find here gone
No trace left in the place
I knew she'd be gone
The last chords of a song
Fading away on my radio
Slipping away, I wonder where she goes

I look in her eyes
Like moonlight in a mirror
I look in here eyes
To strange interiors

(Roslie)

Some folks like water
Some folks like wine
I like the taste
Of straight strychnine

You might think it's funny
That I like this stuff
Once you've tried it
You can't get enough

Chorus:

Wine is red, poison's blue
Strychnine is good
For what's ailing you

Some folks like water
Some folks like wine
I like the taste
Of straight strychnine

Chorus

If you listen to what I say
You're gonna try Strychnine someday
Make you jump, make you shout
It'll even knock you out

Some folks like water
Some folks like wine
I like the taste
Of straight strychnine

(D. Kincaid)
© 2015 Haunted Field Music

Can you wait for your deliverance.
Will you step into the light?
Will you ever find forgiveness
For those that caused your plight?
You suffer in the silence,
How you suffer in the dark
No need to suffer anymore,
Like you have from the start

Chorus:
You suffer in silence, for all your long years
You suffer in silence, crying silent tears
You suffer in silence, for so long now
It's been too long, to suffer in silence

Like the walking wounded,
In this world you stray
Your cries and your grimace
Are concealed with your pain
In a foggy haze,
You aimlessly roam
Through the night and through the day, now
Without, without a home

Chorus

You think no one knows- but I know
And no one sees- but I see
I've always been there for you
It's always been up to you

Will you hover in the distance.
Tortured by the past?
Can you offer no resistance
To the thoughts that drive you mad?
Will you never find redemption
For the sins you call your own?
Or were they thrust upon you,
Just like so much, like so much more?

Chorus

(D. Kincaid)

Oh Dear God
What have I done ?
I've walked away
From my only love
The dream that I
Have held so close
Is before me now
In a cloud of smoke
She's walking away
I've just myself to blame
If you see her, my friend
These words I wish to send, please

Chorus:

Tell her that I love her
I'm always thinking of her
Tell her that I love her
I can't bear the way things are

Oh Dear God
What I would not give
To turn back the time
In this life I've lived
Sweetly she gave
Herself to me
Now I wring my hands
In agony
I've waited too long
And now her love is gone
If you see her, my friend
These words I wish to send, please

Chorus

Condemn the man
With blood on his hands
For the swindler and thief
A sentence severe
But the man who has turned
His back on his true love
Show no mercy for him
Don't shed any tears

Oh Dear God
I didn't realize
How much I hold
Her deep inside
Completely she gave
Her love to me
And I walked away
So foolishy

I've waited too long
And now her love is gone
If you see her, my friend
These words I wish to send, please

Chorus

(D. Kincaid)

An angry mob
Had a man in chains
They were sure
He was to blame
A vicious rumor
Had made the rounds
Was soon well known
All over town

Don't you beg for mercy
You'll get none here
When you're dead, mister
There'll be no tears
Guilt and innocence
Are all the same
Long as we've got
Someone to blame

And with each tellin'
The story grew
The crimes got worse
The threat was true
"He deserves", they screamed
"The hangin' tree
For all he's done
To you and me"

The hangman's rope
And the hangin' tree
Take away the sins
From you and me
It's always been that
From time to time
We've got to have someone
To hang so high

And the seething crowd
Chanted his name
"By God, let justice
Be done today"
A man rose to ask
"What did he do?"
The cry went up
"Let's hang him too"

(D. Kincaid)

I am the Keeper
Of the old ways
And I remember
The younger days
I look to the east for
The risin' sun
And bow to the west
When the day is done

Chorus:

I keep the love
And I keep the hate
I keep the dignity and faith
I keep all the reasons why
So many millions
Have had to die
I keep the dreams
And I keep the fears
I keep it all
I keep the tears

I remember
The blackest nights
The fiery torches
Our guiding lights
We drove them screaming
Till all were gone
Then danced our victory
Until the dawn

Time will pass
Times will change
Some things must always
Be the same
Though some have tried
To turn away
They will again
Return one day

The day will come
When I'll be cast in stone
And placed to guard
The ancient throne
That lies within
The musty hall
Where live our ways
And memories all

(D. Kincaid)

Well, the dogs will howl
And the bells will ring
They'll bring in the laundry
And the birds will sing
They'll be toastin ' our health
The headlines will scream
But not until
The last tambourine

Chorus:

Tambourine
The last tambourine
That's gotta be
Just what we need
The last tambourine's
Goin' straight to the top
The last tambourine's
Gonna make it rock, well

Well, the courts will adjourn
And the ships will come in
There'll be absolution
For all of our sins
And the paparazzi
Will be making a scene
But not until
The last tambourine

They don't write the writin'
On the walls
They don't see it comin'
Till after they fall
They couldn't tell a pig's ear
From a golden ring
Until of cours
The last tambourine

(D. Kincaid)

Before dawn each day
I'd go down below
And the walls they'd sweat
I'd sweat more
The coal-black dust
Filled the air
I'd breath it in
I could not afford to care
There were debts passed down
From father to son
From mother to daughter
From mother to son
As we owed our souls
To the company store
Each day we got less
They got more

I believe I can see
The light of the day
It's up there ahead
Not far away
I've been digging my way out
Of this dark mine
Since what feels like
The dawn of time
I believe I can see
The light of day

And the timbers placed
To support these walls
One day came down
About our heads did fall
I was buried alive
I was left for dead
But I came to
Began to dig instead
I swear when again
I can breath fresh air
Look up to the heavens
And thank God that I'm there
I'll never be buried
In this earth again
When I'm dead throw my ashes
To the four winds

Since I was a boy
I've worked this mine
They said "Son, you'll be here
Till the day you die"
But you'll get no more
Of my blood and my sweat
No more years of my life
In this God-less pit
There's sun and there's rain
And there's love up there
No cause in this world
Could drag me back here

(D. Kincaid)

There was a big snafu
On the edge of town
It seems a man had shot
His woman down
He stood over her body
With his smoking gun
He didn't try to hide
He didn't try to run
The police sirens screamed
Their lights broke the night
They found him just staring
At the gruesome sight
There was nothing new
About what they found
The big snafu
On the edge of town

There was a big snafu
At the factory gate
The bosses clenched
Their teeth in hate
The workmen smashed
Up against the door
They screamed "fair wages"
They wanted more
It was then that blood
Began to spill
Sculls were cracked
With a violent will
There was no chance
To negotiate
The big snafu
At the factory gate

Chorus:

Someday it won't be this way
Someday things are gonna change
They can't destroy all hope and faith
The prevailing human spirit remains

There was a big snafu
On the city streets
There were people in rags
With no food to eat
The privileged only
Looked down in scorn
Government turned
Its back once more
Then the riots
Began to rage
Across the land
Like a locust plague
Destruction as far
As the eye could see
The big snafu
On the city streets

Chorus

(Trad., Lyric and Arrangement by D. Kincaid)
© 2005 Haunted Field Music

We come from every foreign shore
We're from this native land
We're every culture and every creed
That are known to man
And on our streets, on any day
Every language will you hear
Yet when tragedy strikes we band as one
Like New York Volunteers
We take in stride the trouble and strife
Like New York Volunteers.

We come from every walk of life
The poorest to the grand
And side by side, that fateful day
We stood to bear a hand
And though, to those from far away
Quite different we appear -
Yes, we're black and tan, we're yellow and white
We're New York Volunteers
We take in stride the trouble and strife
Like New York Volunteers.

Now, some will say the world is grim
And hope a distant dream,
Humanity a world away
But if they'd only seen
Our citizens emerge that day
Their fellowman to cheer
Well, it's a different tale thay'd have to tell
Of our New York Volunteers.
We take in stride the trouble and strife
Like New York Volunteers.

(D. Kincaid)
© 2006 Haunted Field Music

He's there up on the stage
Howlin' at the moon
His heart and soul
Are on the line for you
You know it ain't for glory
You know it ain't for greed, no
It's a deeper, desperate need
To be what he's got to be
And sometimes it's so hard
Sometimes he goes too far
And sometimes he gets so slow
And if you ask him why, he'll tell you

It's the only love I can get
The only love I can get
Well, it may be wrong, and it won't last long
But it's the only love I can get

Or I'll end up a lifeless heap'
With her friends and family beggin':
'You've got so much to live for'
With the lights and cameras trained on her
She gets what she wished for
And sometimes it's so hard
Sometime she goes too far
And sometimes she gets so slow
And when they asked her why, she'll tell you

Chorus

And sometimes it's so hard
Sometimes he goes too far
And sometimes he gets so slow
And if you ask him why, he'll tell you

Chorus

(C. Funk, D. Kincaid)

Are you from the other side
Where the music plays at night
When I stand behind the wall
I pretend to see it all
Here I stand, night into day
The western world, one world away

Chorus:

I dream every night
I run for the lights
And watch as this wall
Just crumbles
And falls

Are you from the other side
Where the many colored lights
make patterns on the clouds
And then fall upon the clouds
Here I stand, night into day
The western world, one world away

How I'd love to see the band
Just to watch and understand
How you do the things you do
How the music rings so true
Here I stand, night into day
The western world, one world away

Chorus

(Traditional)

As I was walkin' down the street,
Feelin' nice and larky-oh
A recruiting sergeant said to me,
You'd look nice in khaki-oh,
The King he is in need of men,
Just read the proclamation-oh
A life in Flanders for you
Then would be a nice vacation-oh,

That maybe true sais I to him
But tell me sergeant deary-oh
If I had a pack struck on me back
Would I look nice and cheery-oh
For you'd make me drill and train all night
By sleepin on four benches-oh
It may be warm in Flanders
But it is draughty in the trenches-oh

The sergeant twirled his little cane
His smile was so provokin' oh
He twiddled and twirled his wee moustache
He said I hope you're jokin' oh,
For the sandbags are so nice and high
The wind you won't feel blowin'
I waved to a colleen passin' by
I said what if it's snowing-oh

Come rain or hail nor wind or snow
Well I'm not goin' to Flanders oh
There's work for me in Dublin
Let your sergeants and commanders go,
Let englishmen for England fight
It's nearly time they started oh,
I waved the sergeant a nice goodbye
And there and then we parted oh
I waved the sergeant a nice goodbye
And there and then we parted oh

(C. Funk, D. Kincaid)

No mercy tonight
It's like a siege
A battle for life
For hearts and dreams
A struggle to win
What fear betrays

Chorus:

I see (I see it coming)
The Siege has begun (with open eyes)
I'll fight on (it's always coming)
Until it's done (until I die)

The Siege never ends
I know for sure
My faith and my pride
Are battle-worn
I'll never give in
No flag of white

Chorus

Who am I, just a common man
Trying to hold on to what I am
Moon-rise comes, it begins again

No mercy tonight
Not from The Siege
The battle for souls
For hearts and dreams
A struggle to hold
What's torn away

(C. Funk, D. Kincaid)

Oh Lord
Lord, a poor mountain boy
Was buried today
Buried today

So young
Just a poor woman's son
They carried away
So far away

One fight
For the rest of my life
I'll live with the pain
Live with the pain

One child
Sacrificed to a cause
That I can't explain
No I can't explain

The Smoky Mountain rain
Comin' down
Feels so cold
Our blood is in the fields
My boy is here no more
Oh Lord

Don't cry
I’ll be home by and by
I heard him say
He did say

So sure
That the dangers in store
Were all just a game
All just a game
I heard
In his last dyin’ words
He called out my name
Called my name

Oh Lord
Can't your mercy afford
A poor boy be saved
One boy be saved

(D. Kincaid)

You can't hide any longer
What he's doin' to you
It's no secret anymore
What he's puttin' you trough
Between a daddy and his daughter
Love should be strong
But he's twisted it into
Somethin' so very wrong

Chorus:

Baby we're so young
But I don't care
Gonna take you
Far away from here
Gonna mary you down
In Mexico way
Your nightmare's
Gonna end today
Baby we're so young
But I don't care
Got to get you
Out of there

My whole life's ahead
Of me it's true
But I'm willin' to cast
My whole lot with you
At seventeen
I'm far from being a man
But desperate times
They call for desperate plans

Chorus

And when we get back
You're gonna be mine
And your dad will have to reckon
With me this time
I may be just a boy
But my hands ain't tied
Gonna keep my baby
Safe from you at night

Chorus

(D. Kincaid)
© 2005 Haunted Field Music

In Nineteen Hundred-Nine, from Donegal's shore
I sailed to old New York town
In the harbor Lady Liberty stands,
I don't believe I'll again see Dear Ould Ireland
But the promise in these city streets is so grand,
And it's there I'd wed my dear, sweet lass
A bricklayer's spade, my trade to be
And she slaved at the Triangle Shirt Factory
My God! - the dreadful conditions there
They toiled through dim light and stifling air
And grueling hours the seamstress gave
To the industrial captains for a trifling wage.

Through two years passed, we saw no change
And I grieved for my love's dark misery
Then word ran through the New York streets:
'There's a fire at the Triangle Shirt Factory'
Twas only moments, and the factory surrendered to flame
And the fire escapes soon gave way
In the windows huddled girls appeared
Flames licked at their backs, their faces gripped with fear.
'My God! - don't jump!' came the fireman's roar
Whose ladders failed to reach the top floors
A last, shared glance and final embrace
They leaped to their tragic and senseless fate.

Now I scream at the sky,
There's got to be a reason why
Bewildered and grieved, I'm tangeled and mired
My love is gone, - oh, the Triangle Fire
The world is so cold, desperate and dire
I've lost everything in the Triangle Fire.

There was no reason, there was no rhyme, and no law
To save us from this crime at all
The owner's trial did reveal
That the girls were locked in, - the doors had all been sealed
'My God! - They've gone free!' came our hopeless cry,
The bosses won with their lawyers and lies
The Power and Green again prevailed,
And we were left to our sorrow, - to our despair.

Chorus

I fear the future, - I can envision the time
When our cityscape will touch the sky
Will men of Faith, - of Wealth and Power
Spare their people a fate like the Traingle Fire?
'My God! - forgive me!' these men will cry
In their final hour as they lay dying
And their victim's ghosts close in around
God alone may forgive their indifference now.

Chorus

(C. Funk, D. Kincaid)

A quick requiem
A small memorial
A moment of silence
A short editorial
The war is over now
The war is over now
You can go back to your homes
You can all go back to your homes

(D. Kincaid)

Well, I swore when I
Was still quite young
"I won't march in line
Or carry a gun
The Warrior's Son
Though I may be
A warrior I will never be"
Oh, Father can
You never see
What they've done to you
You've done to me?
Since on my two legs
I could stand
I've been as one
Of your command

I'm the Warrior's Son
Born and bred
And for this land
I've fought and bled
Though I've never worn
A uniform
I've had to give my all
Since I was born

They took you away
And trained you well
Then sent you off
To face the hell
You returned
A violent man
Cold of heart
With an iron hand
Oh, Father can
You never see
What they've done to you
You've done to me ?
The war inside you
Rages on
You wage it with
Your Warrior's Son

And time washes away
A sea of blood and pain
The blinding fear will fade
To let you love again

Your duty sworn
Your duty done
Now you must
Lay down your gun
And reconcile
With your family
And regain
Your humanity
Oh, Father
You risked everything
For you flesh and blood
And your country
And after all
Was said and done
I'm proud to be
The Warrior's Son

(D. Kincaid)
© 2014 Haunted Field Music

These troubled times, these troubled times
Won't bring me down, won't make me cry
'Cause I defy the rants and raves
Of the charlatan preachers, and the deeply depraved
These troubled times, these troubled times

I can't bear to hear the news today
Of the shattered lives, the hope blown away
Our dreams, it seems, are slipping away
But, don't you know, they're here to stay
It's nothing new, we've seen all this before
And like the past, we'll stand tall once more

These troubled times, these troubled times
Won't bring us down, won't make us cry
'Cause we deny the right of anyone here
To rule the world through hate, and through fear
These troubled times, these troubled times

You want to tell us all what to think, what to say
What we should believe, and how to pray
We're not too blind to see what this is about
It's just the power, and wealth you can't live without
And we all know just how this will end
Can't we stop the tide of blood till then?

These troubled times, these troubled times
Won't bring us down, won't make us blind
Cause we deny the right of anyone here
To rule the world through hate, and through fear
These troubled times, these troubled times

A wise man sang "give peace a chance"
Of the world as one, a brotherhood of man
No countries, religion - that was his dream
And he sang "love is all you need"
Can anybody hear John's words today?
Does everybody see the price we pay?

These troubled times, these troubled times
Won't bring us down, won't make us blind
And it's time you joined the human race
And left the dark ages in their place
These troubled times, these troubled times

(C. Funk, D. Kincaid)

All night long
Papa would pray
Give me strength
For one more day
Workin' like a dog
In the dry sun
Oh, nothin' to show,
Another day done

The hellfire and misery
Of a godforsaken man
Is all Papa left to me
All the legacy I have

Trial by fire
Papa would say
The good Lord gives
And takes away
The devil's own son
He called me
All he said I was
I set out to be

The hellfire and misery
Of a godforsaken man
Is all Papa left to me
All the legacy I have

Mama broke down
The day he died
I carried him home
And closed his eyes
I showed no tears
His only son
Oh, nothin' to show
Another day done

(D. Kincaid)

Where you gonna roam to
Now my friend
Do you really think
We're near the end ?
You say you've seen the seasons
Come and go
And happiness is comin'
Far too slow

Turn around
And turn away
Gonna leave all this pain
Turn around
And turn away
Oh, Lord
There's no more
It's over for me

You say there ain't a reason
To carry on
You struggle with the pain
From dusk till dawn
You're headin' for the hills
And you won't be back
To wander at night
On a moon-lit track

It's not that I
Don't love you all
God knows that I do
I just can't afford
To take another fall
So I'll turn away
Turn away
Away from you

A man's better off
When he's all alone
When his thoughts and feelings
Are his own
He can't hurt no one and he can't get hurt
His friends can't treat him
Like he's dirt

(E. Cochran, N. Fairchild)

Oh I get a girl with a record machine
When it comes to rockin she's the queen
We go to dance on saturday night
I'm all alone and I hold her tight
But she live on the twentieth floor in town
The elevator's broken down

So I walk one, two flight, three flight four
Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more
Up on the twelfth I'm starting to sag
Fifteenth floor I'm ready to drag
Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock

Well she called me up on the telephone
Said "come on over, baby, I'm all alone"
I said "baby, you're mighty sweet
But I'm in bed with the achin' feet"
This went on for a couple of days
But I could not stay away

(Traditional / C. Funk, D. Kincaid)

Way down South in the land traders
Rattlesnakes and alligators
Ride away, come away
Ride away, come away

Where cotton's king and man are chadles
The union boys win the battle
Ride away, come away
Ride away, come away

Then we all go down to Dixie
Away, away
Each dixie boy must understand
That he must find his uncle sam
Away, away
We'll all go down to Dixie
Away, away
Away, down South of Dixie

On a cold October's day
The battlefield at Gettysburg
On a plaque I read my name
The wheels of time begin to turn
I see the years stripped away
I see their lines blue and gray

Chorus:

Down in Gettysburg
Saw them fall
Bloody Gettysburg
Took them all
Waited for the word
Never came
Retreat from Gettysburg

I've seen a lot of wicked things
Heard a lot of people cry
I know it couldn't touch the pain
Of seeing 50,000 die
I saw the sun fall away
The moon shone white on their graves

Chorus

Billy Yank said good-bye
Mother's son left to die
Dixieland look away
Mother's son died today

Papa fought a bloody war
His father in the one before
Walking through the haunted field
I knew we couldn't give no more
I saw the years stripped away
I watched men die blue and gray

Chorus

(D. Dysart, D. Kincaid)
© 2004 Haunted Field Music

I can hear the street lights humming
I can hear the cars they're coming,
And they're gone
I can see the night is falling
Down on the neighborhood
It's coming on
I could see the words were hard to find
Telling me that you're no longer mine

And I'm walking home
(Walking home from your house, I'm walking)
Walking home, so alone
(Walking home from your house, I'm walking)
I'm walking home, walking home
(Walking home from your house, I'm walking)
Walking home,I'm walking away

I'll go to Mexico
I'll go to somewhere they won't
Know my name
I'll take a pickup truck
Highway five down
Through the rain
I could see the words were hard to find
Telling me that you're no longer mine

Chorus

How could I not have seen
How cruel and cold I've been
I shut you out, away from me
I'll join the lonely hosts
Who pass through life like ghosts
Thats's just where I deserve to be

(J.C. Fogerty)

Late last night, I went for a walk
Down by the river,near my home
Couldn't believe, with my own eyes
I swear I'll never leave, my home again

I saw a man, walking on the water
Coming right at me, from the other side
Calling out my name, do not be afraid
Feet begin to run, pounding in my brain

I don't want to go, I don't want to go
No no no no, say no, I don't want to go

(C. Funk, D. Kincaid)

We live in the hills
Travel at night
Invisible lives
In the visible light
You might hear a sound
With the fall of the sun
It's the beat of a heart
The pound of a drum

Chorus:

We are here
We are No Man
Disappeared
We are No Man
Turned away
In our own lands
We are here
We'll never go away

Some men are kings
And some work the mines
A few have it all
Get more all the time
They come with a gift
And then with a gun
You learn how to serve
Or learn how to run

All over the world
We live in the hills
Move in the wastelands
The deserts are filled
We are the shadows
That won't go away
The ghosts of the past
The future someday

(D. Kincaid)
© 2015 Haunted Field Music

What kind of a world
Can I give you, my son?
I thought all of the wars
Had been fought and been won
I believed all the madness
Had been left far behind
And the sorrowful lessons
Learned for all time
But it was no to be
We're all mired in it yet
For it's the doom of men
That they forget
And the price of a life
Is as cheap as it comes
Now what can I give you,
My only son?

But there's hope and the dream
Of a world at peace
The triumph of good
That's been our destiny
And the love, -our strength
To carry on
That I can give to you, my son
That I can give you,
My little son

What kind of a world
Will I leave you, my son?
When no square inch of earth
Has not been drenched in our blood
All around us, the cries
For the innocence lost,
For those who have gone,
And the horrendous cost
The generation before me
Had questioned it all
For an end to the conflict,

They had raised the call
And it fell on deaf ears,
Just as it's always done
Now what will I leave you,
My only son?

Chorus

And if we are stardust
How can these things be?
And if we are golden
Then can we agree
That it's the Devil enraged?
We've got to silence his call
For the sake of our children
For the good of us all

What kind of a world
Will I leave you, my son?
Will there be kindness
Will there be love?
And will you know the joys
Of this world in your life
And cherish the one
Who may become your wife?
May you have a child
One day of your own
And may you all live in peace,
My only son
And may the day never come
When you must take up a gun
That's my fervent wish for you
My little son

(D. Kincaid)
© 2012 Dave Kincaid, Haunted Field Music

I took the winding road up to Woodstock
Where Dylan and Van, and The Band walked before
I saw the graying remnants of glory
Of days filled with music, passion and war
And in a shop's window hung an old guitar
Like some relic from a bygone age
It called to me 'Come! - we'll play to the stars,
We'll play to the ages!'

Woodstock Guitar
Woodstock Guitar
My Woodstock Guitar

And as I strummed, the spirits were conjured
Of those August days, 1969
From all across the nation, they gathered
United in purpose for that fleeting time
Some say it was just excess, all reason and care
And decency left behind
But it was so much more, a collective fist in the air
Clutching the olive branch

Chorus

They had no answers, no grand scheme
By a force undefined they were drawn to the scene
Their elders helplessly looked on
The thought they would change the world
The believed they were changing the world

The memories stirred as I played on
Of that first glimpse on the silver screen
One after another those icons appeared
And we were forever changed
They thundered and raged, and they played to the stars
They played to the ages

Chorus

I took the winding road up to Woodstock...