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all songs c) ASCAP/Beethoven Music
Sheri Bauer-Mayorga music and lyrics
all songs c) ASCAP/Beethoven Music
Sheri Bauer-Mayorga music and lyrics
The Harp of Ur
recorded on American Snapshots
Harp of Ur (video)
c) ASCAP/Beethoven Music 2004
The sun was high as the thieves arrived.
They pushed the door and came inside,
and robbed me of my Tigris pearls,
and stripped me of my gold.
As soldiers watched the ruin of me,
did they think on mankind's history,
and how we all are tied to this cradle?
(CHORUS)
I am the Great Harp of Ur.
I am the Great Harp of Ur.
Tell the looters at the vault,
and the soldiers at the door,
I am so much more
than they take me for.
The first to measure night and day,
the first to press their thoughts in clay,
the first to take wheels to the road,
were those who fashioned me.
But you'll never see their face or hands,
their bones have all become the sand,
but you would surely see their hearts,
if you would look at me.
(CHORUS)
I am the Great Harp of Ur
I am the Great Harp of Ur
Tell the looters at the vault,
and the soldiers at the door,
I am so much more
than they take me for.
So free me from this fruitless fight,
set gold and pearls and splinters right,
make me whole and you'll have in me,
your humanity.
I am the Great Harp of Ur
I am the Great Harp of Ur...
recorded on American Snapshots
Harp of Ur (video)
c) ASCAP/Beethoven Music 2004
The sun was high as the thieves arrived.
They pushed the door and came inside,
and robbed me of my Tigris pearls,
and stripped me of my gold.
As soldiers watched the ruin of me,
did they think on mankind's history,
and how we all are tied to this cradle?
(CHORUS)
I am the Great Harp of Ur.
I am the Great Harp of Ur.
Tell the looters at the vault,
and the soldiers at the door,
I am so much more
than they take me for.
The first to measure night and day,
the first to press their thoughts in clay,
the first to take wheels to the road,
were those who fashioned me.
But you'll never see their face or hands,
their bones have all become the sand,
but you would surely see their hearts,
if you would look at me.
(CHORUS)
I am the Great Harp of Ur
I am the Great Harp of Ur
Tell the looters at the vault,
and the soldiers at the door,
I am so much more
than they take me for.
So free me from this fruitless fight,
set gold and pearls and splinters right,
make me whole and you'll have in me,
your humanity.
I am the Great Harp of Ur
I am the Great Harp of Ur...
IF I REACH KINGDOM COME
Kingdom Come video
c) ASCAP/Beethoven Music 2004
(a love song for socially alert pessimists and
subscribers to Mother Jones)
The polar caps are melting,
the ocean is rising,
the seashore will be in Ohio.
(CHORUS)
Oh me, oh my love, I've heard its true,
Oh on Doomsday, don't know what I'll do,
but if I reach Kingdom Come,
I'm hoping you'll be there, too.
A trillion icy comets
are careening through the heavens,
one whack or smack,
and baby, we're finito.
(CHORUS)
Oh me, oh my love,
I've heard it's true,
Oh, on Doomsday, don't know what I'll do,
but if I reach Kingdom Come,
I'm hoping you'll be there, too.
(BRIDGE)
It'll be fine there, la-la-la
I'll have lots of time there, la-la-la
Oh, to love you, la-la-la
the way that I should, oh-ho
'Cause there's nothin' to gain there, ah-ha
and nothin' to lose, la-la-la
no boogey men there, la-la-la
and no scary news,
Oh, there's no scary news.
There's a weird and crooked tune, love
coming through the news
I bet it's that tune
played by the Emperor Nero.
CHORUS/BRIDGE
Kingdom Come video
c) ASCAP/Beethoven Music 2004
(a love song for socially alert pessimists and
subscribers to Mother Jones)
The polar caps are melting,
the ocean is rising,
the seashore will be in Ohio.
(CHORUS)
Oh me, oh my love, I've heard its true,
Oh on Doomsday, don't know what I'll do,
but if I reach Kingdom Come,
I'm hoping you'll be there, too.
A trillion icy comets
are careening through the heavens,
one whack or smack,
and baby, we're finito.
(CHORUS)
Oh me, oh my love,
I've heard it's true,
Oh, on Doomsday, don't know what I'll do,
but if I reach Kingdom Come,
I'm hoping you'll be there, too.
(BRIDGE)
It'll be fine there, la-la-la
I'll have lots of time there, la-la-la
Oh, to love you, la-la-la
the way that I should, oh-ho
'Cause there's nothin' to gain there, ah-ha
and nothin' to lose, la-la-la
no boogey men there, la-la-la
and no scary news,
Oh, there's no scary news.
There's a weird and crooked tune, love
coming through the news
I bet it's that tune
played by the Emperor Nero.
CHORUS/BRIDGE
One Song (after 9/11)
recorded on On the Wrong Side of the RR Tracks
c) ASCAP/Beethoven Music 2002
No sleep at night for the grieving and restless
under the hallowed stars of Fall.
Puzzling pieces, an endless flow of questions,
in a new world, with a new call.
(CHORUS)
Trying to see from a place, higher than the highest tower,
Where's the truth between the twins of right and wrong?
Tug and struggle with the heart,
watch innocence and peace depart
and hear the world's sorrow in one song.
Wakened by the fall of privileged illusions.
Expectations; now nowhere bound.
Baneful prayers of poor forgotten children
Bring present yearnings closer to the ground.
(CHORUS)
(BRIDGE)
The settings and the risings,
rain sounding on the walk,
a pale moon in the morning sky,
a child's dancing talk;
Saviors in a new storm.
Swept up in the whirlwind of anger
while looking losses in the face.
Do angels let the wrathful cross the threshold
that marks the way to a higher place?
(CHORUS)
From "On The Wrong Side Of The Railroad Tracks"
Available as a single track from MSN Music and Apple iTunes
recorded on On the Wrong Side of the RR Tracks
c) ASCAP/Beethoven Music 2002
No sleep at night for the grieving and restless
under the hallowed stars of Fall.
Puzzling pieces, an endless flow of questions,
in a new world, with a new call.
(CHORUS)
Trying to see from a place, higher than the highest tower,
Where's the truth between the twins of right and wrong?
Tug and struggle with the heart,
watch innocence and peace depart
and hear the world's sorrow in one song.
Wakened by the fall of privileged illusions.
Expectations; now nowhere bound.
Baneful prayers of poor forgotten children
Bring present yearnings closer to the ground.
(CHORUS)
(BRIDGE)
The settings and the risings,
rain sounding on the walk,
a pale moon in the morning sky,
a child's dancing talk;
Saviors in a new storm.
Swept up in the whirlwind of anger
while looking losses in the face.
Do angels let the wrathful cross the threshold
that marks the way to a higher place?
(CHORUS)
From "On The Wrong Side Of The Railroad Tracks"
Available as a single track from MSN Music and Apple iTunes
SIXTIES TV
for Martin Luther King, Jr
recorded on The Wrong Side of the RR Tracks.
C) ASCAP/Beethoven Music 2002
I don't recall the cradle, or learning how to talk,
But I can draw a shape like Africa made by cracks on
our front walk.
And I can clearly see two pictures on our family TV,
And how they fit together has always haunted me:
Black horses, strong black horses
pull an old shoddy wagon.
The mourners look down at the ground.
I look at my mother,
who's watching the TV.
She cries without making a sound.
(CHORUS)
And the night was still as we took in the sight.
Faces flickering in the TV light.
"Trouble, trouble," they said, "he courted trouble,
Preaching words from heaven's height,
Preaching words from heaven's height."
Men dressed in marshmallows dance in the sand,
They leap and float in their big heavy shoes.
And a little blue marble
set on black velvet
looks like something that I'd hate to lose.
(CHORUS)
And the night was still as we took in the sight,
Faces flickering in the TV light.
"Home, home," they said, "that's our home,
If you could see it from heaven's height,
If you could see it from heaven's height."
From "On The Wrong Side Of The Railroad Tracks"
Available as a single track at:
MSN Music and Apple iTunes
for Martin Luther King, Jr
recorded on The Wrong Side of the RR Tracks.
C) ASCAP/Beethoven Music 2002
I don't recall the cradle, or learning how to talk,
But I can draw a shape like Africa made by cracks on
our front walk.
And I can clearly see two pictures on our family TV,
And how they fit together has always haunted me:
Black horses, strong black horses
pull an old shoddy wagon.
The mourners look down at the ground.
I look at my mother,
who's watching the TV.
She cries without making a sound.
(CHORUS)
And the night was still as we took in the sight.
Faces flickering in the TV light.
"Trouble, trouble," they said, "he courted trouble,
Preaching words from heaven's height,
Preaching words from heaven's height."
Men dressed in marshmallows dance in the sand,
They leap and float in their big heavy shoes.
And a little blue marble
set on black velvet
looks like something that I'd hate to lose.
(CHORUS)
And the night was still as we took in the sight,
Faces flickering in the TV light.
"Home, home," they said, "that's our home,
If you could see it from heaven's height,
If you could see it from heaven's height."
From "On The Wrong Side Of The Railroad Tracks"
Available as a single track at:
MSN Music and Apple iTunes
