Live From The Fall lyrics

Music: Chan Kinchla

Lyrics: John Popper

I want to tell you about something special
I want to tell you what makes men need

I think I'm talking 'bout what we all get into

I think I'm talking 'bout love & greed

You can take it anyway but take it at your own speed

'Cause you wouldn't be the first to fall to love & greed

A man in love willing to walk through fire

Music Lyrics: Chan Kinchla John Popper

I'm mulling it over
Thoughts at a grasp
You know I'm taking it in now
So much, so fast
I'm riding a feeling
Into deeper seas
I can't seem to fret now
It don't bother me

'Cause I'm mulling it over, yeah
Said I'm mulling it over
I said I'm mulling it over
I said I'm mulling it over

Oh, mulling it over...
I said I'm mulling it mulling it

Ya know,
There's this park, you see, in New York
That's what this song is about
Where we used to grow up
And, um, hang around
And then we started moving on
And started going on the road
We weren't home that much
But, back then they had this really great idea
When we hit town
These parks were prime real estate, you see
And if we could keep them nice-looking

Standing here with a tale to tell
I might as well tell to you
Nothing near Wagnerian
As Terminater Two
It's an old on about a little dirt farm girl
Who wanted to get out for good
She'd do anything to keep that dream
She'd do anything she could

Who was she
To feel so free
With her heart on her sleeve
She just couldn't believe...
There was a price to pay

Her very first chance to escape that year

Music: Chan Kinchla
Lyrics: R. Popper John Popper

A thousand times a prophet
A New York City prophet
They lie there all forgotten
I wonder who will hear them next

Well it won't be me it won't be you
Kind of makes you wonder who
Any sympathetic ear would do
Who's gonna hear them next

Lie prophet lie
For the sky is much too high
Keep it in your eye
And memorize the moon
Dream prophet dream

Music Lyrics: John Popper

The sun is warm as the day is long
I just got the feeling I can do no wrong
I've got a long way to walk
Can't afford my next meal
I tell a few lies but my hunger is real

And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

Mademoiselle tell me do you play
Well, if she shakes her head, well then that's okay

Tryin' to make a train at sunrise
Gonna have to run a red light
Tryin' to make a train at sunrise
Gonna have to run a red light
Travelin' with my Carolina
You know, the girl kept me up all night
And when my Carolina throw down
You know, the girl know how to fight
Don't think we're gonna make it
There's nothing else that anyone could do
I don't think we're gonna make it

Music Lyrics: Chan Kinchla John Popper

Gina, Gina
Don't you cry
Gina, Gina
Wonder why, I said wonder why

Gina, Gina
Dance all night
Gina, Gina
Feel all right

Gina, Gina
Can't you see
Gina, Gina
You're just free, I said you're just free

Well once upon a time
A long time ago
There was a rock'n'roll queen
We came to know
She kept on dancing
She'd dance till dawn

Music Lyrics: Chan Kinchla John Popper

I lied and told her I loved her,
She didn't care, but anyway
I told her we'd still be friends,
And she didn't care, but anyway
I tried last week for to call her,
She wasn't home, but anyway
I think I'll spend my life alone,
I really don't care right now, but anyway

It's a state of affairs and a state of emotions

Music Lyrics: Brendan Hill

I met my girl on a mountain side
Looking for warmth and a place to hide
She took me in as the day grew long
As we lay by the fire our love grew strong

I left the city for its dirt and grime
The factory wails to make mountain time
I found love, but she slipped away
Now I'm alone, but here I'll stay

I keep on looking till this very day
For my girl who's gone away

I said I love you
She began to cry
She said she needed a friend
I said I'll try
Soon we'd say nothing
Somehow I never wondered why

You see, she left me
She left me
I'm alone
I'm alone
I'm alone
I'm alone

I'd loved her always
She didn't know
I tried patience
Let a friendship grow
I tried to keep her
That's what made her go

You see, she left me
She left me
I'm alone
I'm alone
I'm alone

Music: Bobby Sheehan
Lyrics: John Popper

I walk right by him and he's freezing his ass off
He could be dead I'm supposed to walk away
I won't remember a thing come the summertime
Handful of quarters make me feel okay

Ah ah who's gonna have to pay
Ah ah who do I love today

I love what's mine cause what's mine is all mine
Gives me a reason to go get more
Don't really care where I go to get it

Stand
Stand and walk
Tragedy
Is cheap and so is talk
Decision
Yours to make what will you do
In the end
It comes back to you
Cause it's a long... way to fall

Thunder
Don't scare me at all
Lightning
Well just a little
Pressure
It ain't worth a dime
And your wounds
They'll all heal in time

Cause it's a long... way to fall

The answers are getting harder
The answers are getting harder

Music: Bobby Sheehan
Lyrics: John Popper

Well here I am
In a roadside stew
You're checking to see if I'm alright
I'm looking up at you
Well I'm o.k.
I've been here before
You know I have an ass to land on and that's what it's for

I'm gonna dust me off
Get on my feet
Get myself together
Get me good to eat
Well what a night
I don't remember much
Not to worry my friend
I'm better off as such

Music & Lyrics: John Popper

I 've really got to clean up my room

You know its been so long since I've seen my floor

It's getting kind of scary in fact I suspect
That when I finally clear away I won't know her anymore

How we'll have grown so far apart

From those early days with the fresh new start

So in the end it won't matter at all

Original performer: war

All my friends
Love the low rider
Low rider
Gonna get a little higher

Low rider
Gonna get it in the street now
Low rider
Gonna move your feet now

Take a little trip
Take a little trip
Take a little trip with me
Take a little trip
Take a little trip
Take a little trip and see

Music & Lyrics: John Popper

I 've really got to clean up my room

You know its been so long since I've seen my floor

It's getting kind of scary in fact I suspect
That when I finally clear away I won't know her anymore

How we'll have grown so far apart

From those early days with the fresh new start

So in the end it won't matter at all

Music Lyrics: John Popper

Once upon a midnight dearie
I woke with something in my head
I couldn't escape the memory
Of a phone call and of what you said
Like a game show contestant with a parting gift
I could not believe my eyes
When I saw through the voice of a trusted friend
Who needs to humor me and tell me lies
Yeah humor me and tell me lies
And I'll lie too and say I don't mind

Music Lyrics: Chan Kinchla, Bob Sheehan, Brendan Hill John Popper

Sweet talking hippie
Cross your killing floor
Gonna come a little closer
Cause you know I want more

Don't run off
Don't you be afraid of me
You know you are what you made you baby
I am what I try to be

You know I need your love
And I could use your money
And if you ain't got a dime
We'll sell tickets, honey

Original Performer: John Lennon

Imagine there's no heaven - it's easy if you try
No hell below us, above us, only sky
Imagine all the people, living for today

Imagine there's no country - I wonder if you do?
Nothing to kill or die for; no religion, too
Imagine all the people, living life in peace, you-hoo

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope that you will join us