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©2004

The Hour
Songs of Sweden

Released 1992
Words and music by Matt Turk & Marshall Madow
Beautiful Dreams| Calling My Favorite One| Joker's Life| Night of Broken Glass|
Rising Riot| Sinnerman| Small Town| The Cross| The Game

Beautiful Dreams

Can it be that the moment of creation is the moment of elation?
Can it be that the moment for relating is the moment for exchanging honesty?
Can it be any more wonderful to be free with you in our beautiful dreams?

Call it what you want she's my lover
She is where I go to recover
Discover
Beautiful Dreams

Can it be that amidst all of this hustling we share a place serene?
We drink the wines of the world, mother's pearl of the Great Barrier Reef
Can it be any more wonderful to be free with you in our beautiful dreams?

Call it what you want she's my lover
She is where I go to recover
Discover
Beautiful Dreams

Can it be walking each and every step teaches the lesson there is only here now?
With you I wouldn't have it, I couldn't have it, I would never have it any other way!

Call it what you want she's my lover
She is where i go to recover
Discover
Beautiful Dreams

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Calling My Favorite One

We are called by Pan into the forest
To reaffirm the love that defines our life
Under old man Willow tree the river Samuel snaking free through all the leaves
We are called to hike the mountains giant ledge
Catskill mountain wondrous scenery
The window to a world all there
Let's us forget for the moment about despair

Calling My Favorite One

Having feasts with friends who share these places
A tender feeling for family within the heart
A oneness for everyone
A place to be enjoying life's mystery
Overwhelmed by graciousness from certain hearts
By those who share all they have and more
This kind of generosity proves that what you get is what you give and what you give is what you get

Calling My Favorite One

Call it what you will I still remember the fighting was that way

Calling My Favorite One

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Joker's Life

Is the mourning calling like it used to do?
Sad hearts weeping joyfully get through
Do you hear it? Do you fear it lamb?
The most painful changes known to the inner human
To enter the cloud of unknowing
To shoot the arrow into your unreality

It's a joker's life that you seek

Then the kind word is spoken to the beginner at the beginning
You're innocent and original where wrong is right
Out of the grace of majestic love
Lover and beloved only one
I am I in wonderment proclaim triumph

See on the horizon one light for all to claim
There is no separation from that which we came
There's no division, no left right, heaven, hell
Cycle within cycle, one fluid motion spell
I'm not talking about a hierarchy of man
Merely natures one monistic hand

It's a joker's life that you seek

Then the kind word is spoken to the beginner at the beginning
You're innocent and original where wrong is right
Out of the grace of majestic love
Lover and beloved only one
I am I in wonderment proclaim triumph

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Night of Broken Glass

Who's to blame?
Grab your children
The Night of Broken Glass

Listen children to distant cries
November 1938
It should take as long to forget that time as to piece the glass back together again
The world saw burning shules
The lord was sleeping through
Lying awake through the deafening silence for many years

Who's to blame?
Grab your children
The Night of Broken Glass

Gather round my children help leave the legacy
Remember tomorrow it was only yesterday
It's such a sad preview of old familiar tunes
If we can't remember the way that they sounded they'll play

Who's to blame?

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Rising Riot

I've never felt like this
Why should I now?
It's razing out
Dust clouds are forming
It's razing free
Silk soaring skies

Smile surrounds the sun
Frown freezes the fall
Don't let yourself get fooled by me
Don't let yourself get fooled by you
Feel the forever form of a Rising Riot

Rising

Burning butterflies in a cobwebbed craze
Wailing seal pups great white's prey
Pompeii's fireslide
Frisco's shakes
Cyclone's treachery
Take's me away

Feel the forever form of a Rising Riot

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Sinnerman (*traditional)

    Nina Simone did an awe inspiring version of this song. Peter Tosh's Downpresser Man is another take on this tune.

Oh sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
All on that day!

Run to the rock, the rock was a-melting.........
Run to the sea, the sea was a-boiling...........
Run to the moon, the moon was a-bleeding.........
Run to the Lord, Lord won't you hide me......
Run to the devil, the devil was waiting..........
O sinner man you ought to be praying.....

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Small Town

Dream

Quiet breaks in a small town with the papers' bang on the front screen door
The mighty bells of the angel
The fathers greeting
Words and light fill the room through colored pane
As we fill the passing plate

As the small town hears but will not listen
Your love life reads like an open book
As the small town cheers it's local heroes today

Dream

The sign is swaying at the courthouse where justice was
Weeds like the echoes fill the cracks and they go around us with the years
There lies the face of a weathered man as he walks in silence
Many miles away are his children and he...

The stones remain in our town that our finding fathers laid
Searching for a way I can take a look like my father would
Waiting for a train at the whistle stop to a town so far away

As the small town fears the other towns
Your love life reads like an open book
As the small town cheers it's local heroes today

The elder statesmen fill the bandstand and the mayor smiles as he greets the crowd
In the Marshalls' shadow an old time parade begins
Memories of yesterdays and those to come for they march in time
The pageant queens and their fire machines, they flew by

The stones remain in our town that our founding fathers laid
Holders of faith and glory
We were proud
You must stand straight in a small town when you walk around on main

As the small town hears but will not listen
Your love life reads like an open book
There's a small town here in New York City

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The Cross

Every soul is given the cross to bear

There stands a scarecrow by which the buzzards fly into the night
Amidst the sinners and the losers
A wooden soldier of the cross

He mans the watchtower and time between the lights
Scattered rain fans out across the avenue
Darkened Houston doorway
With the beggars cup in his hand

Every soul is given the cross to bear

There stands a people for whom the King has died
She says "Lord knows, only the Lord knows I miss my daddy
But I'm gonna buy me a house in Atlanta Georgia
Nothings gonna turn me round
Never again"

I cannot shed a tear for every one of my mistakes
Tread that swirling pool of fear that slowly gathers into hate
I just want to share the feeling that's within my soul
I don't want to hang upon the cross to bear

Every soul is given the cross to bear

Why dont you come as you are
Say what you say
Don't be afraid
What will be
Will be

How does it feel?
I'm not afraid

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The Game

Don't lay your hand down

All the players awaited the cards they are to receive
They place their fate in the dealers hands for who they are to be
The fools how they rush to open
Smooth are the rogues in their long sleeves
We fear the ones with the cards close to their chest

Don't lay your hand down

A cloud pervades that smoky room seducing as it weaves
They're playing the only game of chance and this they must believe
For it keeps on going round and offers no reprieve
A smile misunderstood
A cold eye astray
One can be fooled into liars poker

Don't lay your hand down

And in the waning hours of a cold night
The emotions and the stakes are high
And the duel is on
When all is said and done there's a royal flush for everyone
That eludes the fall and soothes the dawn.

Don't lay your hand down

Walking down the road feeling glad
Feeling like I'm old
Feeling like I'm on my own

Don't lay your hand