COEXIST (I Will Bless The Lord At All Times?)

U2

"Am I the best or the worst or the worst of the best?" she sang

Ice cream smile wide as a mile back then

"Say a nice prayer, be a good girl, finger on my lips"

When she returned her lipstick had learned how not to kiss

I can't fix her, can only love her

Can't keep her pocket full

I can't keep her face in smiles

Someone's stolen what was beautiful

I can't sing her home to me in rhymes

But I will bless the Lord at all times

Bless the Lord at all times

I will bless the Lord at all times

I will bless

I will bless the Lord at all times

I will bless the Lord

I will bless the Lord at all times

Every night we hope and pray for a new day to rise

Every morning when the sun shows up it's still a surprise

Any child is every child in any mother's eyes

I will bless the Lord

I will bless the Lord at all times

I will bless the Lord at all times

I will bless the Lord

I will bless the Lord at all times

That child you hear has been crying for years in the wilderness

A child without armour had no hatred to harbour, only loveliness

The driver of the ambulance unpacks his shirt pressed and neat

To honour the hurt and the hungry he will later greet

There's not so much road left here and no road signs

Drones hover without any consciousness over war crimes

I will bless the Lord at all times?

The tide is rising, all ships are sinking

New poets must despise all old ways of thinking

Whoever made language must've been drinking

Twenty-six characters own all the ink and printing

I got so many words in my head but I can't find the lines

I will bless the Lord at all times

Changes, these changes

Will rain on this parade

Changes, these changes

I am not afraid

No one there to write it down

But when the prophet came around

Said "I've a stranger with me

In the fight none can compare

But food and shelter we share

Beloved community"

Every night we hope and pray for a new day to rise

Every morning when the sun shows up, it's still a surprise

Any child is every child in any mother's eyes

I will bless the Lord

I will bless the Lord at all times

I will bless the Lord at all times

I will bless the Lord

I will bless the Lord at all times

Changes, these changes

Will rain on this parade

Changes, these changes

I am not afraid

The pages that enrage us

She tears them from the book

"Save us, save us" sings the girl of Guadalupe

Kansas City

The New Basement Tapes

I listen to you time and time again

While you tell me just what's right

And you tell me a thousand things a day

Then sleep somewhere's else in the night

I'm going back to Kansas City

And I love you dear, but just how long

Can I keep singing the same old song

And I love you dear, but just how long

Can I keep singing the same old song

I'm going back to Kansas City

And you called me to come, then I do

Then you say you've made some mistake

You invite me into your house

Then you say gotta to pay for what you break

Going back to Kansas City

And I love you dear, but just how long

Can I keep singing the same old song

And I love you dear, but just how long

Can I keep singing the same old song

I'm going back to Kansas City

Gypsy woman, you know every place I go

Even a thousand miles away from home

And you don't care if I'm asleep or I'm awake

This fickle heart just turned to stone

Going back to Kansas City

And I love you dear, but just how long

Can I keep singing the same old song

And I love you dear, but just how long

Can I keep singing the same old song

I'm going back to Kansas City

And I love you dear, but just how long

Can I keep singing the same old song

And I love you dear, but just how long

Can I keep singing the same old song

I'm going back to Kansas City

Into The Mystic

Van Morrison

We were born before the wind

Also, younger than the sun

'Ere the bonnie boat was won

As we sailed into the mystic

Hark now, hear the sailors cry

Smell the sea and feel the sky

Let your soul and spirit fly

Into the mystic

Yeah, when that fog horn blows

I will be coming home

Yeah, when that fog horn blows

I wanna hear it

I don't have to fear it

And I wanna rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

Then magnificently we will float

Into the mystic

When that fog horn blows

You know I will be coming home

Yeah, when that fog horn whistle blows

I gotta hear it

I don't have to fear it

And I wanna rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

And together we will float

Into the mystic