1. |
Thank You Donald
03:02
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THANK YOU DONALD
Gerry Spehar
I was heading towards the cliff, gettin' ready to kill myself
When the radio said NC went red and the whole damn country bled
So I stopped the truck, said WTF!
It cut me like a knife, brought me back to life
Gotta help the kids, gotta help the wife
Thank you, Donald! I can't die yet
Thank you, Donald! I can't quit
Thank you, Donald! You saved my life
On the way home I drove 'er down in the ditch, slapped my head said son-of-a-bitch
That's exactly what that man's gonna do to the whole damn country in a year or two
I got 'er back on the road and hit the gas, kicked that truck in the ass
Cause it cut me like a knife, brought me back to life
Gotta tell the kids, gotta tell the wife
Thank you, Donald! I can't die yet
Thank you, Donald! I can't quit
Thank you, Donald! You saved my life
Now, they tell me love trumps hate, and maybe that's true at the Pearly Gate
But there ain't much love down here, just a whole lotta hate and fear
And a whole lotta money and greed, sucked up by a few bad seeds
And it cuts me like a knife, brings me back to life
Gotta get a little bit for the kids and wife
Thank you, Donald! I can't die yet
Thank you, Donald! I can't quit
Thank you, Donald! You saved my life
I ain't gonna quit; gotta vote a little bit
No, I ain't gonna quit; gotta vote a little bit
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2. |
Son of an Immigrant
04:26
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SON OF AN IMMIGRANT
Gerry Spehar
There's a velvet heart of Jesus on the wall
Down on Fourteenth where I got the call
And the bullet hole right in the middle
Made me cringe just a little
Cause I remember that heart in Grandma's trunk
Cause I'm the son of an immigrant
Son of an immigrant; son of God
We came a century ago to dig coal
I'm the son of an immigrant and he's my brother
Why don't we love one another?
I was wearin' a badge; workin' the street
Out late, out on my feet
And it stopped me dead in my tracks
Sent my mind wanderin' back
Cause who am I to judge?
Son of an immigrant; son of God
We came a century ago to dig coal
I'm the son of an immigrant and he's my brother
Why's it so hard to love one another?
Well it's all fun and games 'til I put on the cuffs
And the rooster comes home and he can't get enough
But I looked in his eyes and saw me
A world ago and I set him free
Cause who am I to judge?
I'm the son of an immigrant; son of God
We came a century ago to dig coal
I'm the son of an immigrant and you're my brother
Why can't we just love one another?
There's a velvet heart of Jesus on the wall
Down on Fourteenth where the gunshots call
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3. |
Anger Management
04:45
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ANGER MANAGEMENT
Gerry, Stephanie & Christine Spehar
Don't tell me I'm angry, that makes me mad
I got a problem with that
Don't jump on my case and lie to my face
I got a problem with that
I'll manage my anger; you manage yours
We came to this world through two different doors
My door is painted black and white
And I got a feeling something ain't right
My anger wants to pick a fight
I've wandered through this life now for sixty some years
I've learned a thing or two
I've seen all the games you fast talkers play
All the shoulds and the should-not dos
So when Miami's under water you gonna say it ain't true?
Gonna blame it on God? Cause I blame it on you
And God and your grandkids will too
And I got a feeling you're gonna see
A whole lotta anger start to manage me
Now, I lost a lover and a mother and two brothers
And I got no problem with that
I know they're happy up there loving one another
And I'm happy that's where they're at
But I'm still down here living, trying to be
The man that they want to see
So the man in the mirror is the one I obey
And I got a feeling here's what he'll say
Don't you manage your anger, today your anger's OK
It's a crying shame you all are playing games with our lives; look out
For power and greed they're gonna let us bleed; look out
It's a made bed and we're all dead; I got a feeling; look out
Turn off the TV, we ain't slaves you and me; look out
I got a feeling; look out
It's a sure truth, you're tying a noose around our necks
I got a feeling; look out
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4. |
A Soldier's Spiritual
04:24
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A SOLDIER'S SPIRITUAL
Gerry and Susan Spehar, Bobby Allison
When I was drafted I had no choice
They would not listen to one young man's voice
I am a veteran, but I am not free
I'm still doing battle each night in my dreams
Give me a shovel, I'll dig you a hole
Straight through to China, put me on the payroll
All that I want is a job I can hold
I have no pension and I'm growing old
I am a veteran and I have been shot
Look at my wounds you will know I have fought
I don't want a hand out, just give me my due
You built a future while I fought for you
Give me a shovel, I'll dig you a hole
To bury these dreams and forgotten goals
All that I want is a job I can hold
I have no pension and I'm growing old
I kneel at Your altar and cannot believe
My Lord and country would leave me to grieve
Broken and shaking, Lord, here I stand
At Your sanctuary with blood on my hands
Give me a shovel, I'll dig You a hole
To lay down this body when You take my soul
But how will my children fight off the cold?
What will I leave them? I'm growing old
I have this tension twisting my soul
I have no pension and I'm growing old
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5. |
Pearl Harbor
04:19
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PEARL HARBOR
Gerry Spehar & Paul Mathewson
As the lights dot the hills of L.A. today
It reminds of a harbor so far away
Of a Star Spangled Banner tattered and torn
Of Heaven reversed and Hell reborn
They came from the east in mourning waves
Zeroes, silent, determined, brave
And they went to their death just like us
In pillars of smoke, belief and trust
And there was no relief in sight
Until almost everyone died
And the Land of the Rising Sun
Was buried in a mushroom megaton
Pearl Harbor, what do you mean?
What have we learned from your infamy?
Will we ever progress beyond war?
Will there ever be peace from shore to shore?
Will we ever not even the score?
Pearl Harbor, what were you for?
You can shoot your cannons far and wide
You can order your bombers to fill up the sky
But you can't order destruction to pick a side
And you can't order your loved ones to survive
Pearl Harbor, what do you mean?
What have we learned from your infamy?
Will we ever progress beyond war?
Will there ever be peace from shore to shore?
Will we ever not even the score?
Pearl Harbor, what were you for?
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6. |
Carnival
04:05
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CARNIVAL
Gerry Spehar
Three o'clock Sunday morning, I heard this song
I woke up thinking about all the things that we do wrong
Time after time, day after day
Seems we never change, seems we're just that way
I saw Lyndon Johnson riding a carousel
On the porch of his ranch house around Hank Williams hanging in a chair
Singing "Texas is a freak and Jesus is the King
Of all us hypocrites of the hillbilly creed"
And Lyndon Johnson cracked his whip; and Lyndon Johnson tipped his hat
And I woke up laughing, thinking that's exactly where we're at
We got ourselves a carnival, boys, and that man in the ring
Barking at the clowns is just our latest greatest king
Three o'clock Sunday morning; this is where we're at
Lyndon Johnson on a carousel, tippin' his big white hat
Cracking his big black whip, having a big ol' laugh
I woke up laughing, thinking that's exactly where we're at
We got ourselves a carnival, Boys, that's exactly where we're at
He said: "Here's how you do it, Boys, it don't take much
Just keep on sayin' the same damn thing and don't fuck It up
Tell 'em go south on North, tell 'em go east on West
Turn left on Right, now, go on do your best
Turn right on Shortsight, don't never take Longview
Tell 'em good is bad, happy's sad and your pocketbook, that's you
And it's hangin' in the balance like old Hank hangin' in that chair
Then pull the lever, drop him in the tank, and holler out SEE THERE!
Three o'clock Sunday morning; this is where we're at
Lyndon Johnson on a carousel, tippin' his big white hat
Crackin' his big black whip, having a big ol' laugh
Three o'clock Sunday morning, boys, that's exactly where we're at
Three o'clock Sunday morning and this is where we're at
We're droppin ol' Hank in the tank, we got exactly that
We got ourselves a carnival, Boys, we got exactly that
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7. |
Bitch Heaven
03:29
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BITCH HEAVEN
Gerry Spehar & Lindsey Smith
Well, Old Man Trump and Woody was close, but not
See, Old Man Trump was a bigot and Woody was hot
So Woody laid the wood to Old Man Trump
Shined a little light on his real estate dump
Called Beach Haven, or Bitch Heaven per Woody
Now, Old Man Trump had money and Woody had song
And which one do you think you get to take along
My money's on Woody and his little wood box
You can have Old Trump and his bucket of pox
Yeah, I'm takin' Woody and you can have Old Man Trump
I'm taking Woody to the end of my days
Ain't no amount of money Old Man Trump can pay
Would change my mind, turn this ship around
I'm backin' Woody, I'm takin' solid ground
Now, way up in Heaven Saint Peter he saw the fight
And he went to the book and saw Old Woody was right
So when Old Man Trump and Woody
Showed up at the Pearly Gate
Which one do you think got in and which one the other fate
I'm taking Woody to the end of my days
Ain't no amount of money Old Man Trump can pay
Gonna change my mind, turn this ship around
Yeah, I'm takin' Woody cause he's standin' on moral ground
That's right, Pete sent Old Trump to Bitch Heaven where he belongs
And he sent his money with him and he kept Old Woody's songs
And he told Old Trump you spend it down there in Hell; spend it well
Cause up here in Heaven Old Woody he's ringing the bell
Yeah, up here in Heaven Woody's singing and ringing the bell
Singing this land is your land, this land is my land
It ain't Old Trump's land, this land is our land
From California to North Carolina
This land was made for you and me
Yeah, this land was made for you and me; not old Trump
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8. |
Except for the Bomb
04:26
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EXCEPT FOR THE BOMB
Gerry Spehar
Somewhere in South Dakota
Underneath the Lakota
Minutemen hide in silos
Under a moonlight halo
And the sky wears stars slung low like pistols
To shoot the tops off missiles
Blowing them far and wide
To contaminate the fields and sky
Somewhere inside his grief
Somewhere outside belief
A medicine man dances with eagles
A white buffalo prances on starlit hooves
And the wind swings low and whistles
To shoot the tops off thistles
The blacktop is slick with rain
And the ambulance driver is sick with pain
And the night is calm, hungry for dawn
Except for the napalm leftover from Nam
The night is calm, except for the bomb
And a pile of metal and rubber
Going as fast as it can
Wears regret slung low and shudders
To arrival, to survival
And the night is calm, hungry for dawn
Except for the napalm leftover from Nam
Thirsting for the jungle
Except the bomb
The night is calm, except for the bomb
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9. |
Barrier Reef
04:05
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BARRIER REEF
Gerry & Susan Spehar, Bobby Allison
Maria took her daughter up to the border
Squeezed her little hand
Fifteen hundred dollars to a young coyote
Loaded her in a van
Make it to your Papa in Fairfax, Virginia
Out of this murderous land
Go on, you need a barrier reef
Shelter from grief
Dive to its colors and find relief
You need a barrier reef
She caught the immigrant Beast
Guadalajara up to the Rio Grande
A river of lost children and mothers
Heading for the Promised Land
Papa and Grandpa swam this same river of hope
She can feel them pulling
On a long, long, long, long rope
Singing, you need a barrier reef
Shelter from grief
Dive to its color and find relief
You need a barrier reef
He used to fish its waters when she was a little girl
She would swim to the coral and see a beautiful world
And sing you are my barrier reef
Shelter from grief
I dive to your colors to find relief
I dive to your colors to find belief
You are my barrier reef
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10. |
Greed Prelude
00:25
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11. |
Greed
04:36
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GREED
Gerry & Stephanie Spehar
Greed; how much do we need?
Greed; why do we have to make everything so hard?
I know a lady with a baby and a job and a man
She's always on the run but the baby always has fun
And the man who works so hard is always in her heart
She fades in, she fades out, she says that's what life's about
You just do what you can for your baby and your man
But why do we have to make everything so hard?
Greed; call it what it is
Greed; how much do we need?
Enough money to go around so I could lay this baby down
Do my job like I can, take better care of my man
I do right, I do good, try to live life like I should
I fade in, I fade out, cause that's what life's about
I just do what I can for my baby and my man
Why do we have to make everything so hard?
Oh, oh, I row and I row
Up and down we go
Why do we have to make everything so hard?
In Sweden, Finland, Germany and France
That baby, that lady, they'd have a better chance
In London, Wall Street, Paris and Beijing
The money flows to the pockets of greed; you know it does
Greed; call it what it is
Greed; how much do we need?
We fade in, fade out, cause that's what we're about; greed
We work hard every day but we never get fair pay; it's greed
Why do we have to make everything so hard?
Greed; call it what it is
Greed; it's you and me
Greed; how much do we need?
Greed is taking us down
Why do we have to make everything so hard?
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12. |
Freedom to Grab
03:46
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FREEDOM TO GRAB
Gerry Spehar & Mac Herbert
I got the Freedom To Grab whatever I want cause the President says its OK
But you women don't worry about it cause this thing works both ways
I grab you; you grab me; we're both happy as we can be
It's a new amendment to the Constitution called The Freedom To Grab
Now Billy and Donald was just hangin' on a bus; I don't know what's all the fuss
Just boys being boys, treatin' women like toys
Raisin' theirs masts, settin' sail on the good ships Cosby, Weinstein and Ailes
Don't get uptight, it's the Bill O'Reilly of Rights, Baby,
it's the Freedom To Grab
I got the Freedom To Grab wherever I want cause the President says its OK
But you women don't worry about it, cause this thing it works both ways
You see, I grab you; you grab me; we're both happy as we can be
It's a Constitutional evolution, called The Freedom To Grab
Well, I saw this pretty young lady picking up something on the ground
She bent over and my eyes lit up and the wife had to slap my hand
I said, Honey, now what'd you do that for; we don't have to worry no more
There's a brand new amendment to the Constitution
Called The Freedom To Grab
Well, the wife she don't buy it; she slaps me up beside the head
Says over my dead body, and I says, Honey, you ain't dead
She reaches over and she grabs 'em, she gives 'em a twist and squeeze, to my knees
And she hollers thank you, Mr. President, for making grabbing free
Yeah, I got the Freedom To Grab whatever I want cause the President says its OK
But you don't worry 'bout it, Baby, I can do this all day
I grab you and squeeze; to your knees
It's a revolution; it's evolution
It's the Freedom To Grab
It's a brand new amendment to the Constitution
Called the Freedom To Grab
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13. |
What Would Jesus Do?
02:55
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WHAT WOULD JESUS DO
Gerry Spehar
Jesus moved to Texas, Jesus bought a gun
Filled it full of bullets in case He had to shoot someone
Jesus joined a church and started preachin' every Sunday
The other six He built a wall to keep refugees away
Cause Jesus had investments, and Jesus had healthcare
And he didn't want 'em suckin' all that money from his share
But Jesus had an iPhone and Jesus had to eat
So he didn't mind em workin' over there and workin' cheap
And if they got sick or if they died, Jesus didn't care
He just didn't want em dodgin' taxes and on welfare over here
What would Jesus do?
Jesus preached the filthy rich shall inherit the whole earth
Said they deserve to own it all by accident of birth
But Jesus did His part for the poor and for the meek
He put five bucks in the basket, then turned His other cheek
Walked up to the pulpit and preached trickle down
To all the jobless paupers on the other side of town
Cause Jesus needed votes and He knew they'd like that sound
When He ran for office in the next go around
And Jesus joined the NRA and always paid His dues
Cause Jesus knew to win, He's gonna need their votes, too
What would Jesus do?
Would Jesus build a wall?
Would Jesus wear a gun?
Would He turn hungry little kids away?
Would Jesus vote for Trump?
Would He cut taxes on the rich and leave the poor without healthcare?
What would Jesus do?
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Gerry Spehar Los Angeles, California
Gerry Spehar is a folk country troubadour from Colorado and a man on a mission. Hot on the heels of last year's critically acclaimed "I Hold Gravity” the singer songwriter guitar picker is back with a full blown old school protest album. Think Woody Guthrie backed by psychedelic guitars and funky New Orleans horns ... more
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