Solving God, 1973

So we laughed
 we cried and wanted
  to know what
   life was all about.


We tried
 we failed and
  so we left.
   Peace.

They Napalmed Our Boys in Illinois, 1971

In 19 hundred and 68,
Abbie and Jerry were told to wait,
The Democratic Convention was going to meet,
The revolutionaries were supposed to beat.


They called in the fuzz and the R.O.T.C.,
There was something that Abbie didn't see,
They napalmed our boys--
In Illinois.


The confrontation was in a Chicago park,
It went on till way past dark,
The SDS used glass and rocks,
The fuzz had the area sealed off for blocks.


Now it's 19 hundred and 72,
And everyone is very blue,
The Demo Convention is in our 51st state,
The army used this place as bait.


Abbie and Jerry took their forces,
The army found out from reliable sources,
So to prevent a riot, they napalmed--
Our boys in Vietnam.

The World (part 2), 1969

The world is but an empty place,
With nothing here but air and space,
The Earth is just a troubled sphere,
And all that we hold dear.


Everything is either fun or sad,
And some people are always mad,
A few people always talk,
While others only walk.


Why do we have all these troubles?
As many as water has bubbles,
We have wars and we have hate,
Why can't some people stand and wait?


I said before that we will die,
If we don't, I'll wonder why,
The whole problem is nobody cares,
People will fight at the drop of a hair.


Some people say let people live,
Other people say let them give,
We have wars and people kill,
And they do it against their will.


The world is nothing but a ball,
Some people die and some just fall,
If the world dies, so do we,
Everyone, you and me.


This is all I have to say,
Now you go and live your day,
But remember what I have said,
Or you might find yourself on your DEATH BED!

The World (part 1), 1969

I was listening to the news today,
Not all of it was happy and gay,
I heard of wars in the Middle East,
And it turned out to be a blood feast.


I heard about a war in Vietnam,
Where the land is anything but calm,
40,000 men have died from here,
Parents are shedding many tears.


I heard about starvation and people that are sick,
Oh, I wish I could give myself a good swift kick,
Why doesn't anybody care,
It just isn't fair.


If we, the people, could do something about it,
Everyone do just a little bit,
The world would be a better place,
That we, the people, could stand and face.


We have problems with land, water, and air,
In a few years, people on this earth will be rare,
If there are no problems, then I lie,
Because at the rate this world is going, we are going to DIE!

'67 Chevy, 1991

Riding down the highway
 In my '67 Chevy,
Doin' 160 on the open road,
Passin' all the cars that I see
 In my '67 Chevy.


Burning down the highway
 In my '67 Chevy,
Comin' on a guy by the road,
Realizing 20 miles later,
Goin' to fast to stop
 In my '67 Chevy.


I eat up the gas
'Cause I'm going so fast
No cop can catch me
 In my '67 Chevy.


Riding down the highway,
 In my '67 Chevy
Seeing the USA in one quick flash,
And I clean my dash,
 In my '67 Chevy.

Sing Sing Sing (to the tune of "Say Say Say", 1984

Sing, Sing, Sing every time that you hear that we are singing,
You, You, You are the one who makes our choir sound good,
What can I do to get through to you,
'Cause we need you, yeah you,
We're a choir made up of many types,
When you look at us, you know we're good, good, good.  Yeah.


Come, Come, Come Monday nights when we rehearse together,
So, So, So you will be prepared for each Sunday,
When we sing, you know you will hear
They liked your singing, They did,
You'll be blessed while you'll bless some folks,
So make One Voice a weekly, even a daily, thing, thing, thing.


You never have to worry, if you think crowds scare you,
All you have to do is look at Jon--that's what he's for.  Ah.


This, This, This is the end of one bad song, Yeah.
And, And, And if you don't want any more, then this is what you should do,
The first Sunday and the third Sunday is when we sing, Baby.
Watch the mail and come to choir,
You're the one we have choir for, for, for, Yeah.  Oooh.

Shine Light Shine, 1974

The sky
 cries out in
  the darkness of
   our lives and makes
    us see the light.


We see the light
 as it blinds
  the hell
   out of
    us.


Let there be light
 for all to see,
  but don't let your
   light shine brighter
    than everyone else's.


If you shine brighter
 than everyone else's light,
  you will find that your
   light will dim so much
    faster than theirs.