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The Bell
By Stephan Smith
"Oh where are you going?" said the man at his desk
"I'm going to a new world," said the child and he stood
And he stood, and he stood, and t'were well that he stood
"I'm going to a new world," said the child and he stood
"Oh I'm sounding drums of war," said the man at his desk
"Oh, I will not fight your war," said the child and he stood
And he stood, and he stood, and t'were well that he stood
"I will not fight your war," said the child and he stood
"Oh, but don't you love your country?" said the man at his desk
"Yes, I do, but you don't," said the child and he stood
And he stood, and he stood, and t'were well that he stood
"I do but you don't," said the child and he stood
"Oh, but do you know the truth?" said the man at his desk
"Yes, you lie and call it truth," said the child and he stood
And he stood, and he stood, and t'were well that he stood
"You lie and call it truth," said the child and he stood
"Oh, you must be scared to die," said the man at his desk
"No, I'm prepared and you're scared," said the child and he stood
And he stood, and he stood, and t'were well that he stood
"I'm prepared and you're scared," said the child and he stood
"Oh, I think I hear a bell," said the man at his desk
"Yes, it's ringing you to hell," said the child and he stood
And he stood, and he stood, and t'were well that he stood
"Yes, it's ringing you to hell," said the child and he stood
Proclaiming Jubilee
By Stephan Smith
I am just a young man with my task ahead of me
To fan the flames of freedom and reclaim history
And open up the doors to equal opportunity
To hold the whole world in our hands proclaiming Jubilee
Proclaiming Jubilee
Come tie my hands behind my back and throw me in some cell
For there's not a law in heaven to drag us down to hell
For stopping all the wheels of time in the name of equality
To hold the whole world in our hands proclaiming Jubilee
Proclaiming Jubilee
Well there's some who'll want to see us hung and some to buy our song
But there's many more among us who'll join the rising throng
To sing our tune and dance around through all creation's streets
To hold the whole world in our hands proclaiming Jubilee
Proclaiming Jubilee
The Darling Son
By Stephan Smith
Where did you get the blood on your shirt? Son, please talk to me
It's only a stain from a game we play and play most harmlessly
Where did you get that gun in your hand? Son, please talk to me
I got it from the children's store of toys right down the street
Oh that there blood it is too real. Son, please talk to me
And that there gun is made of steel. My two eyes can see
Oh mother, true, you are no fool. Your two eyes can see
For the blood is of my friends at school I killed most vengefully
And mother, true, you are so wise. Your two eyes can see
For this here gun it is the one I did take with me
Oh where oh where did you get that gun? Son, please talk to me
I got it from your husband, mom, who rarely talks to me
But where did you learn to be so cruel? Son, please talk to me
I learned it in the books at school that taught me history
But where did you learn to kill my son? Son, please talk to me
I learned it from this great, great land that kills across the sea
What will you do now my darling child? Son, please talk to me
I'm going where the air is mild for all eternity
But, where will you go my only one? Son, please talk to me
I'm going far beyond the sun where no one's eyes can see
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