Weightless

My Good Name

When I first started out, I kind of floated around.
I thought it might be better somewhere else
until they dragged me out.
I was mistaken, then they gave me my good name.
They sent me off to school
when I could talk and move around.
I thought that they were joking when they said,
shut up, sit down.
I was mistaken,
I barely escaped with my good name
I feel in love, like people do
they said, “You want to be Happy?”
I said, “I do.”
I was mistaken, barely escaped with my good name
My Good Name, it’s all I’ve got
Says who I am, says who I’m not
When I leave this world
I will escape with my good name.
I went to see a banker, I need a loan to get clear
he said, “Man, you’ve got nothing.”
I said, “That’s why I’m here.”
I was mistaken
Barely escaped with my good name.
Got a job pretty easy, all the bosses at the top
said, “Forget what you’re hearing,
keep buying that Enron stock.”
I was mistaken
I think they escaped with my good name.
My Good Name, it’s all I’ve got
Says who I am, says who I’m not
When I leave this world
I will escape with my good name.
What have I learned from the school of hard knocks
of all your possessions, everything you’ve got
don’t be mistaken
all you’ve got is your good name.
CHORUS

words and music by Greg Greenway
copyright 2003, Sheen of Heat music

Rosa Parks

Goodbye, Rosa, the year has changed
the one when you left us, the one you became
the ones who remember, remember your name
and the day you would not be moved.
How many tumblers fell into place.
How many somedays just had  to wait.
How many lifetimes waited away, until the moment came down to you.
If you were big, strong, and threatening
it might not be the case.
Like thousands before you blurred and erased.
But you were small and defenseless, the face of grace,
the moment it can down to you.
I can’t take no more, I won’t take no more.
I can’t take no more, I won’t take no more.
I can’t take no more, I won’t take no more.
Chorus
The year that this happened was ‘55.
I’d been born in Virginia, barely arrived.
In the bundle my fathers handed me to their surprise
were the ears to hear you.
I can’t take no more, I can’t take no more.
I can’t take no more, I won’t take no more.
I can’t take no more, I won’t take no more.
Chorus.

On Down the Road

Halleluah, you look like spring
you and I’ve got work to do,
things to bury with those days of dark and cold.
No offense, but goodbye good riddence,
get up, boy, and get on down the road.
February, I can’t blame you,
but I was as stuck as a man can be.
All the good things I kept waiting at my door,
the bad walked right in, glad and smiling.
Get up, boy, and get on down the road.
The moon’s a golden sliver in the last patch of blue
fading west over the mountains,
I see my soul there with it while my feet are here in clay
meet you ‘round the other way.
You make your mistakes like anybody else,
they saved your place in the human race.
Get up boy and get on down the road

words and music by Greg Greenway
copyright 2005, Sheen of Heat Music

What Must Be Done

I learned as a child there are two ways to see,
the world as it is and the way it could be.
Some people say, thatʼs just not my problem.
Some people do what must be done.
They see the hole in the fabric that must be sewn,
they see the way blockaded and they roll back the stone,
they see the day beyond the horizon
and they do what must be done
Some people do, do, do, what must be done,
they do what must be done
they see the day beyond the horizon
and they do what must be done.
Iʼve seen the toll taken, the tears that were shed,
Iʼve seen the journey started and the ripples spread,
Some people say thatʼs just not my problem,
Some people do what must be done.
They see the hole in the fabric that must be sewn,
they see the way blockaded and they roll back the stone,
they see the day beyond the horizon
and they do what must be done
Some people do, do, do, what must be done,
they do what must be done.
They see the day beyond the horizon
and they do what must be done.
Some people do, do, do, what must be done,
they do what must be done.
They see the way on that long road to freedom
and they do what must be done.

words and music by Greg Greenway
copyright 2005, Sheen of Heat Music

Weightless

Through my window, the first snowflake,
the most heavy one of all.
Nearly weightless, it still carries
every winter I recall
I sat inside here shivering
the mind can go that far.
If I’m strong enough to keep my feet
on this frozen ground
I will walk my way through winters past
and meet you as you are.
Through a doorway, I first saw you,
the most heavy time of all.
Nearly weightless, you had me floating
through every love I could recall.
I sat beside you trembling
the mind can go that far.
If I’m strong enough to keep my feet
on this rolling ground
I will walk my way through loves gone by
and meet you as you are.
Time reveals us all.
I sat beside you trembling
the mind can go that far.
In the middle where I’ll meet you
that’s the lightest place of all.
When I’m weightless, no need to carry
the things that make us fall from grace
and lose thatlast discovering that love can go that far.
If I’m strong enough to keep my feet
on this holy ground
I will walk my way through the past
and meet you as you are
my own discovering that love can go that far.
If I’m strong enough.
If I’m strong enough.
When I’m weightless.

words and music by Greg Greenway
copyright 2005, Sheen of Heat Music

A Song for Soldiers

Brave people for all the right reasons
so young and with God on their side
will trade their futures for uniforms
offering up their lives
for bright flags on the holidays,
for words on hallowed halls,
for a fairy tale of evil and good,
for fables of right and wrong.
Brave people, there will always be reasons,
for everything good that they’ve known,
for the fading photographs, the unbroken chain
of the ones who will never come home
for bright flags on the holidays,
parades for those still left,
to face the figures of the front page news
in the business of life and death,
who believe there will always be soldiers.
So talk to the ones who have been there
about glory on battlefields,
they’ll tell you about brothers beside them
in a moment of kill or be killed,
where all of the colors of the wide world
are crushed into black and white,
like words on pages in history books
that could never contain one life.
So tell me a story of courage.

words and music by Greg Greenway
copyright 2005, Sheen of Heat Music

Mystery of Life

Is it the moon that makes me sing.
Is it the song that keeps me wandering.
Is it the road stretched beneath the sky
that keeps me in love with this mystery of life.
What is this fate that takes young men,
like a flight of swallows in a vagrant wind,
and steals their lives before they begin,
and spreads their love so far, so thin.
Where it leads, what design,
to even ask, I hear, it’s just a waste of time.
Where it leads, know it’s true,
somehow this mystery of life led me to you.
And so my love, don’t make me choose,
don’t make a mistress out of the moon.
These songs keep saying
that the road leads here.
Don’t turn my mystery into your fear.
Where it leads, what design,
to even ask, I hear, it’s just a waste of time.
Where it leads, know it’s true,
somehow this mystery of life led me to you.

words and music by Greg Greenway
copyright 2003. Sheen of Heat Music

Somebody Else

I always wanted to be somebody,
I always wanted to be some one.
the topic of conversation,
my name on the tips of everyone’s tongue.
They would appreciate my own unique sense of humor,
the little things that make you you.
I always wanted to be somebody
why can’t that wish come true.
I always wanted to be somebody,
I always wanted to be some one.
the focus of the party,
“that’s right, he’s the one.”
They would accommodate all my needs, wants, and wishes,
which I’d express so graciously.
When I found out I was somebody
I’ll tell you how it was told to me.
Somebody better fix that thing.
Somebody made a mess last night.
Somebody better roll up their sleeves,
straighten up and fly right.
Your fondest dreams of fame and fortune,
keep ‘em to yourself.
When you find you are somebody,
you may want to be somebody else.
Somebody better talk to that boy,
get a clue what life’s all about.
Somebody better roll up their sleeves
and reach you hand down there
and get that stuff out.
Your fondest dreams of fame and fortune,
keep ‘em to yourself.
When you find you are somebody,
you may want to be somebody else.
They would appreciate my own unique sense of humor,
the little things that make you you.
On the road to fame and fortune,
there’s a town called humble you pass through.
Somebody better fix that thing.
Somebody made a mess last night.
Somebody better roll up their sleeves,
straighten up and fly right.
Your fondest dreams of fame and fortune,
keep ‘em to yourself.
When you find you are somebody,
you may want to be somebody else.

words and music by Greg Greenway
copyright 2005, Sheen of Heat Music

I Love Everybody

One little form not filled out
one thing left unsaid,
one little check that’s in the mail
and somebody’d like to see you dead
One little poke in the sore spot,
one little detail kept to yourself,
one wrong look in a barroom
and somebody’s threatening your health.
I don’t understand it
why people got to act that way
I don’t understand it
I don’t listen to a word they say
because I love everybody,
everybody, they love me
except my ex-girlfriends, most republicans,
and the state of Missouri.
One wrong name at the right time,
two things that don’t ring true,
one red sock in the white load
and they send lawyers after you.
I don’t understand it
why people got to act that way
I don’t understand it
I don’t listen to a word they say
because I love everybody,
everybody, they love me
except my ex-girlfriends, most republicans,
and the state of Missouri.
Maybe I should take a long look at myself,
I should reevaluate.
Or is it just my fate to alienate
an entire midwestern state.
My girlfriends, they might forgive me,
Republican’s we’re just going to have to get along,
and the state of Missouri hasn’t started to worry
because they’ve never heard this song.
I don’t understand it
why people got to act that way
I don’t understand it
I don’t listen to a word they say
because I love everybody,
everybody, they love me
except my ex-girlfriends, most republicans,
and the state of Missouri.

words and music by Greg Greenway
copyright 2005, Sheen of Heat Music

The Crucifixion

by Phil Ochs

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