When I'm gone (remix)

I got my ticket for the long way down.
Two pence for th' boatman pays the way.
And I sure could use some sweet company,
And I'm leaving tomorrow, what d'ya say?

When I'm gone (When I'm gone)
When I'm gone (When I'm gone)
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
You're gonna miss me by my head.
You're gonna miss me when I'm dead.
Yeah, you're sure gonna miss me when I'm gone.

I got direct won't take the long way 'round.
Ten bucks is nothing for the way.
And I sure could use some sweet company,
And I'm leaving tomorrow, what d'ya say?

When I'm gone (When I'm gone)
When I'm gone (When I'm gone)
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
You're gonna miss me yes my friend.
You're gonna miss me at the end.
Yeah, you're sure gonna miss me when I'm gone.

The Hanging Tree (Blind Eye)

They strung a man last night they did:
They say he murdered three.
A man who is that meek and mild,
You know that wouldn't be.
The strangest things been happ'ning here,
and stranger we shall see.
So tell me, will I find you, friend,
Beneath the hanging tree?

They strung a man last night they did:
I fear the next is me.
I cut the man on down I did,
Denied the crows a feast.
I dug a grave of proper depth,
Let worms to have the meat.
You won't believe what happened next:
The dead man spoke to me!

The birds and beasts know when to flee,
You're not as bright as they.
Midnight brings you to this tree,
but soon it will be day.
And when they see what you have done,
There will be hell to pay.
You should have left the crows to pick
And maggots to decay.

The reaper comes to drag asunder
Claim I murdered three.
The last words that I ever uttered:
Lover, won't you flee!
My ghost won't rise another day,
Your eyes, they shouldn't see.
So fly and never turn your gaze
Upon the hanging tree

They strung a man last night they did,
and now they're stringing me.
The devil sleeps within, inside,
They say I murdered three.
The strangest things been happ'ning here,
No man should ever see.
So fly and never turn your gaze
Upon the hanging tree.

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Tried my own version of The Hanging Tree, it seems to have come out even more morbid than the original, mission accomplished I guess *shrug*

There are some things you can't outrun.
Like death, like tax, like light from sun.
My piece holds six, I need but one:
Outstrip, outpace, outrun my gun.

99 Red Balloons (A cover)

Here it is, a souvenir!
This, my proof, the world was here!
I know you don't remember when...
Now, we're beasts; we once were men.

We built such structures, scraped the sky.
In metallic birds, we used to fly.
The cities built are now all dust,
But used to shine before this rust.

And this right here, it points the truth.
They're not just stories, here's the proof!
So won't you listen one more time:
Of red balloons, count ninety-nine?

Me, your mother; her and I
A lil toy shop that we did spy
And purchased with our change combined
Those red balloons, count ninety-nine.

We filled them up and made a wish
And then released them, just like this.
We let them fly, and never guessed,
The hawks perceived it as a threat!

Fighter jets, count ninety-nine,
Shot our balloons out of the sky.
Debris it fell on neighbor right,
And war machine, it sprang to life!

And neighbors from directions three--
It would be four, but for the sea--
Provoked we did, their awesome might
And one by one, excuse to fight.

Guns and bombings, fire! fire!
Chaos, sobbing, dire! dire!
A dog of hell, it slipped that day
The pack that followed wiped world away.

It's best you don't remember when...
We once were beasts, but now we're men.
The wintered earth, it's naught but dust
But used to shine before this rust.

And here it is, a souvenir:
This, my proof, the world was here
A cosmic joke that it remains
the instigator of this pain.

A lone balloon, and helium gas.
Fill it up, and tie it fast.
And let's release it, just like this.
A message that, we still exist.

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Haven't written in a while, got inspired when I came across this song again, and thought I'd use it as inspiration for a spoken word piece.  My version's more bittersweet, and less rocking but you know...

All men must die, and I'm the same.
All men must die, and birth's to blame.
'Cause if it never came around,
I'd never find me 'neath the ground.

How can I get by and lie
And subsequently wonder why
I'm earthly bound and cannot fly
How dare I, dare I, wonder why

Take me to Church (Remix Deux)

My lover's got humor, she's giggle at fun'ral.
And completely indifferent to your disapproval.
The devil may care and she does all that moves her.
And as for my part, should have worshiped her sooner.