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Charles Brewerís Redemption Song

Lyrics by Charles Brewer
Reprinted by permission
of Charles Brewer

Can be played to the tune of
Bob Marleyís "Redemption Song"

Oh please donít build the cul-de-sac.
Yes, let your streets connect.
If you donít you will have congestion
And your life it will be a wreck.

And let your streets be narrow.
In the neighborhood cars should slow.
The people they will be happy,
And the cars they wonít even know.

Wonít you help me sing
This song of building
Places we can love?
Redemption song.

Oh donít build the gated community.
Your society it will destroy.
Strive for income diversity.
It will bring you lots of joy.

Oh please donít segregate uses.
The pod is a bad thing.
Remember to mix your housing types,
And your neighborhood it will sing.

Wonít you help me sing
This song of building
Places we can love?
Redemption song.

Oh donít be afraid of density.
It will bring your cities life.
Remember itís not the people you donít like,
Itís just the things they drive.

Donít make me look at garage doors.
You can put them in the rear.
Make the street inviting.
The benefits are so clear.

Wonít you help me sing
This song of building
Places we can love?
Redemption song.

And oh ye government officials:
Make it legal to build something good.
Throw away your parking requirements,
And burn your ASHTO book.

You donít need to rule by mandate,
But your leadership is vital.
And if you could give me some TAD financing
Well that would be delightful.

Wonít you help me sing
This song of building
Places we can love?
Redemption song.

From the Springfield, MO, group, Big Smith
http://www.bigsmithband.com/

BARREL SPRINGS
(Mark Bilyeu/Jody Bilyeu)

CHORUS:
Come forth you vandals
What were you thinkin'
Are you crazy
Or were you drinkin'
They're tearin' up the hills all around
What made you tear the Barrel Springs down

Such folly friend
Such a waste of time
You could get paid for just such a crime
There's only money
There's only fame
When you play
The vandal's game
And they're gratin' in
The Goodnight holler
To get a piece of the real estate dollar
One million years
Of the master's landscape
Gone with a pen stroke smile and a handshake
Oh me oh my it's gone it's gone it's gone

CHORUS

This is the time that land forgot
What was here
And what was not
They stay entwined
Like love and pain
My world is lost
Your world has gained
Don't worry boy
The wealth will spread quick
If you've got time sir
We'll drive to Chadwick
The earth is turned
The show is through
There's a happy man down in old Honolululu
Oh me oh my it's gone it's gone it's gone

CHORUS

QUARRY ANTHEM
(Mark Bilyeu)

CHORUS:
So sorry, but you can't put your quarry in our backyard
You can try real hard
But you can't put your quarry in our backyard

We're meetin' at the library
We're gonna fight this quarry
I hate to be contrary
But have you heard what they want to do to our backyard

What is it 'bout a man
Who sees a good piece of land
And says hey, I'm gonna blow it all to sand
Well he doesn't understand that's our backyard

CHORUS

That greedy old devil
He makes his wage in hot gravel
Let's shovel it on back to hell
Where it won't be smellin' up our backyard

That land it ain't mine
But that land ain't their mine
This land is our land
And we've gotta take a stand in our backyard

CHORUS

Lead vocal: Mark; Banjo: Bill Thomas
The No Quarry Chorale: Mark, Rik, Jay, Mike, Bill Thomas, Kirk Young, Matt Netzer

Where Do the Children Play?
by The Artist Formerly Known as Cat Stevens


Well I think it's fine, building jumbo planes.
Or taking a ride on a cosmic train.
Switch on summer from a slot machine.
Yes, get what you want to if you want, 'cause you can get anything.

I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?

Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass.
For your lorry loads pumping petrol gas.
And you make them long, and you make them tough.
But they just go on and on, and it seems that you can't get off.

Oh, I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?

Well you've cracked the sky, scrapers fill the air.
But will you keep on building higher
'til there's no more room up there?
Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?
Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die?

I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?

 

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