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The Moon / 06.06.2003After a 12 year hiatus, The Moon reunited on June 6, 2003 at CafeHope in Farmington Hills, Michigan. The event was captured on "06.06.2003", possibly the definitive Moon collection. One brief rehearsal, no overdubs, just good, raw, improvisational music. The Moon (this time around) is:
Hold On (I’m Coming)Now don't you ever be sad, Lean on me when times are bad When the day comes and you're in doubt, In a river of trouble, about to drown.
Hold on, I'm coming.
I'm on my way, your lover – When you get cold I'll be your cover Don't have to worry because I'm here. Don't need to suffer because I'm here.
Reach out to me for satisfaction. Call my name for a quick reaction. © 1965 by Issac Hayes and David Porter When Love Comes To TownI was a sailor, I was lost at sea I was under the waves before love rescued me I was a fighter I could turn on thread Now I stand accused of things I've said.
When Love comes to town I'm gonna jump that train When love comes to town I'm gonna catch that flame. Maybe I was wrong to ever let you down, But I did what I did before love came to town.
Used to make love under the red sunset, I was making promises I was soon to forget. She was pale as the lace of her wedding gown, But I left her standing before love came to town.
Ran into a juke joint when I heard a guitar scream The notes were turning blue, I was dazing in a dream As the music played I saw my life turn around That was the day before love came to town.
I was there when they crucified my lord I held the scabbard when the soldier drew his sword I threw the dice when they pierced his side, But I've seen love conquer the great divide. © 1988 by Bono and U2 1000 MilesI look back to the day I first turned away (Oh, the memory is all to clear) I traded what I held dear for a minute that's gone. I can't hide my crime, I can't turn back time I'm gonna reap the seeds I've sown so I'm waiting here out on my own for it all to fall down
and it feels like, yeah it feels like you're a thousand miles away.
I could raise my hands or hide my head in the sand but I'm never gonna get away - I know much too much to say "The Devil made me do it!" So I close my eyes and I breathe a sigh Don't know what to say or to feel I start to kneel and try my best to pray.
Even though it feels like, yeah it feels like you're a thousand miles away.
And it feels like, yeah, it feels like you're a thousand miles away. But I need you – it feels like, yeah it feels like you're a thousand miles away. I can’t wait any longer - it feels like, yeah it feels like you're a thousand miles A thousand miles A million miles away. © 1991 by Bob Young LongingVisions of the promised land, mansions in the sky Me, I'm just an earthly man with Heaven in his eyes. A wish away from eternity, a tear from paradise, and a lifetime to work through it all - wouldn't it be nice...
If we could have it all right now Hold it in our hands right now Longing, longing
The mirror tells a different tale – it doesn't matter what I believe `cause truth is more than the images I have chosen to perceive. When my world comes tumbling down in an avalanche of pride I wonder about a year from now - I think I'm in for quite a ride... © 1991 by Bob Young and Steve Vowles To Be A FriendIf I cling to you will you run away? What will you do when I'm in need? Will you turn back because you're too busy? Will you forget my name and my face when I'm dead and gone?
Oh, I know what you say – you say that you care - but your words fall short of shallow. When I long for you to listen I feel the rejection; it leaves me wondering – What does it mean to be a friend?
If I said to you I was your friend I would be there as often as I can, I would listen and try to heal your hurt and if all is well I'd be happy with you. © 1991 by Bob Young and Steve Vowles Inner City BluesRockets, moon shots, Spend it on the have-nots Money, we make it, Before we see it, you take it
Oh, make me wanna holler, the way they do my life Yeah, make me wanna holler, the way they do my life ‘Cause this ain’t livin’
Inflation, no chance to increase finance Bills pile up sky-high, send that boy off to die
Hangups, letdowns, bad breaks, setbacks Natural fact is I can't pay my taxes
Crime is increasing, trigger-happy policing Panic is spreading, God knows where we're heading. © 1971 by Marvin Gaye and James Nyx Blue LincolnDriving home in a quickly shrinking world and I’m far too tired for thinking; there’s a man in a blue Lincoln up ahead. His hair’s the color of the winter sky and he’d be surprised if he caught my eye staring back, a distant son’s reply that says, “I meant what I said.” Yeah, I meant every word —
How you gonna live if you don’t feel nothin’? How you gonna love if you keep on running away? How you gonna live if you don’t feel nothin’? How you gonna love if you keep on running away? Oh, I’m just waiting for the light to change…
And it’s another day for me, another dollar Like Marvin Gaye, “it makes me wanna holler the way they do my life” like a dog in a collar or a priest. Wanting more than a blood relation, storylines, and manipulation — I’m holding on to my reservations as they slowly increase and what I like about `em least is —
How’m I gonna live if I don’t feel nothin’? How’m gonna love if I keep on running away? How’m I gonna live if I don’t feel nothin’? How’m gonna love if I keep on running away? Oh, I’m still waiting for the light to change…
We’re on the same road — I can tell by the tail-lights burning a hole in the gathering night as he’s pulling away…
Come on, come on — who’s your daddy? Come on, come on — where’s he going? Come on, come on — pull yourself together boy Come on, come on — there’s no way of knowing.
Come on home… Come on home. © 1991 by Bob Young Say A PrayerHere - where the fire never fades I watch a promise turn to embers; The smell of desperation and a tear That hisses on the cinders. I wish I could have helped. If anyone remembers, say a prayer.
Etched on ruins, a silent testament. One finger painting in the sand For generations to consider And build on once again. Until the sea-wash comes it will stand. Hand locked in hand, say a prayer.
Looking through a wind-blown tree I see a nest begin to loosen. Fearing for her children, she flies In vain to remove them. Have they so soon learned to fly? What happened to them? Wings beat the air…please say a prayer.
Pray the wind, the water, and the fire to go unto its own, and not return. Pray time to turn no more. Pray life to never end. Say a prayer. © 1989 by Bob Young and Steve Vowles Quick FixWhen I skinned my knee Momma made me feel better but the wound still needed time to heal When Betty broke my heart you know I wanted to die somehow I survived that long ordeal Heartache to heartache I grew strong learning to take whatever comes along and now
I don't want a quick fix, No, no, no, I don't need a quick fix.
I went to Sunday School, I heard the Golden Rule from folks who fought over chairs and padded pews When my friend got fired he made their prayer list but they kept their cash - he didn't share their views I grew disillusioned but I held on `cause there's no confusion between right and wrong (And I think that's wrong)
Some talk of pie in the sky in the sweet bye and bye Well, I believe in a place called Heaven No tears, no fears, no sin, no dyin' but in the meantime I've got to keep on livin' through laughter and sorrow, sun and rain sharing the Savior's great love and pain – OW! © 1990 by Bob Young Last To BelieveThere's some talk going around By now it's probably all over town They say you dug yourself into one deep hole I didn't stay to hear it all But I knew I just had to call you up and see if I could help to ease your soul
Because there's too little justice in a world of blinding lies And there's even less mercy found among condemning eyes I'd rather be the last to believe the truth than to be the first guy to buy a lie about you I'd rather be the last to believe the truth about you.
Maybe you leaned out a bit too far caught your hand in the cookie jar You know it doesn't really matter much in my view `Cause I'm your friend from way back when I'm here now and I'll be here again even after all the rest have sentenced you. © 1991 by Bob Young Into The LightI looked into the light but it only burned my mind. The changes in my heart had to come in time.
I saw a starving man, he was begging for some food. He frightened me at first, but then I did what I could.
But there’s so many hungry people I don’t think I’ll ever help them all And that bothers me a little –- I’m sure it must have bothered Paul a lot.
You can’t take it with you, but you can send it on ahead. What good is it to you right here after you are dead?
I looked into the light but it only burned my mind. The changes in my heart – Well, they’re happening all the time. © 1991 by Bob Young OneIs it getting better or do you feel the same? Will it make easier on you now Now that you’ve got someone to blame?
You say “one love, one life” when it's one need in the night One love – we get to share it, But it leaves you baby if you don’t care for it
Did I disappoint you or leave a bad taste in your mouth? You act like you never had love, now you want me to go without.
Well, it’s too late tonight to drag the past out into the light We’re one, but we’re not the same, we get to carry each other, carry each other, one…
Have you come here for forgiveness? Have you come to raise the dead? Have you come here to play Jesus to the lepers in your head?
Did I ask too much? More than a lot? You gave me nothing, now it’s all I got We’re one, but we’re not the same, Well, we hurt each other then we do it again
You say, “Love is a temple, love a higher law, Love is a temple, love a higher law.” You ask me to enter, but then you make me crawl and I can’t keep holding on to what you got when all you’ve got is hurt
One love, one blood, one life – you’ve got to do what you should One life with each other - sisters, brothers One life, but we’re not the same, we get to carry each other, carry each other, one… © 1991 by U2 Gimme ShelterOoh, a storm is threatening my very life today If I don't get some shelter, oh yeah I'm gonna fade away
War, children, it's just a shot away, it's just a shot away War, children, it's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
Ooh, see the fire is sweepin, our very streets today Burns like a red coal carpet, mad bull lost its way
Mmm, the flood is threatening my very life today Gimme, gimme shelter, or I'm gonna fade away
War, children, it's just a shot away, it's just a shot away it's just a shot away, it's just a shot away It's just a thought away, it's just a shot away
I said, love, sister, it's just a kiss away, it's just a kiss away It's just a kiss away, it's just a kiss away, kiss away, kiss away, yeah © 1968 by Mick Jagger and Keith Richards All Along The Watchtower"There must be some way outta here" Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion I can't get no relief Businessmen, they drink my wine Plowmen dig my earth None of them along the line Know what any of it is worth
No reason to get excited The thief he kindly spoke There are many here among us Who feel that life is but a joke But you and I, we've been through that And this is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now Because the hour's getting late
All along the watchtower Princes kept the view While all the women came and went Bare-foot servants too Outside in the cold distance A wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching The wind begin to howl
All along the watchtower... All along the watchtower... © 1967 by Bob Dylan |
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