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 Annie and the Vets Lyrics by Anne & Phil

These songs have not been recorded

© 2007 by Anne and Phil Pflager All rights reserved

 

By The Marks

A.P. & P.P.P. Pflager 2008

Key of G

Chorus

(Call) By the marks

(Response) By the marks on their bodies bare

(Call) By the hoods

(Response) By the hoods that the prisoners wear

(Everyone) You can tell humanity is in despair

(Everyone) By the people who just don't care

 

(count 1- and) Jesus healed the sick and lame

He used his power to ease their pain

In his heart, he believed in good

Response (count 1- and) In his heart, he believed in good

(Everyone) That's the rock on which Jesus stood

 

Repeat chorus

 

(count 1- and) Hypocrites profess to speak in his name

Like the Pharisees, they know no shame

In their hearts, you will find no good

Response (count 1- and) In their hearts, you will find no good

(Everyone) They fell off the rock where Jesus stood

 

Repeat chorus

 

If we stand in silence and we turn our face

And we let our leaders commit disgrace

(Everyone) And we don't speak out when we know we should

(Everyone) We're not on the rock where Jesus stood

 

Repeat chorus

 

 

 

 

Two White Sticks

© 2005 P.P. & A. E. Pflager

Chorus

AmThe ocean has no mercy, the E7ocean Xhas no E7shame...X

We can E7plant our Xcrosses E7on the Xbeach, E7give each Xone a Amname

Crosses like soldiers E7stuck X there in the E7sand

As the ocean claims her bounty in near and far off Am. lands

 

Floating in the water E7moving Xwith the E7tide.X

E7Floating Xin the E7waterX...E7shine Xin moonAm light

Floating in the water I E7saw someX thing E7white X

E7Floating Xin the E7water X...E7shine Xin moonAm light

 

Two white sticks, sticks painted white

Floating in the water shine in moonlight

Two white sticks moving with the tide

Floating in the water shine in moonlight

 

Two white sticks children and a wife

Two white sticks one more life

Two white sticks washed by the tide

Two white sticks, one more died

 

Two white sticks nailed like a cross

Two white sticks, one life tossed

Two white sticks break don't bend

Two white sticks, when will it end?

 

 

 

Building 18

© 2007 P.P. Pflager

 

Here in building 18 just down the hall

I'm sitting in my chair waiting for you to call

Moldy walls and empty days, they leave me here alone

If I hadn't gotten on TV would you have known?

 

CHORUS

Like a yellow ribbon sticker blown off by the wind

Easy to replace just stick one on again

Support the troops we all agree

Rolls off the tongue so easily

Here in building 18 they're all alone like me

 

I've had my fifteen minutes of notoriety,

Like a wave, fame washed over me .....

Then receded in a rush, left me here out of touch

Floating in a sea of apathy.

 

Stop by building 18 any time you feel the urge

There's never empty rooms, prepare for a surge

When the troops come rolling home here they'll sit all alone

In building 18 where we turn to stone

 

 

 

Blood Red Sand

© 2006 A. E. & P.P. PFLAGER

 

(dropped D)

CHORUS

Blood red sand on the bottom of my shoe

Can't get it off no matter what I do

Blood red sand on the bottom of my shoe

Can't get it off no matter what I do

God damned sand stuck on me

Help me Jesus, set me free

 

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep

Every evening I say my prayers, Jesus guides me everywhere

Bible teaches right from wrong, can't explain what's going on

 

Repeat Chorus

 

Watch the preacher on TV, a higher father's guiding me

I came naked on to this earth, rapture will be my rebirth

So confused by things I saw, still believing in Gods law

 

Repeat Chorus

 

Shock and awe in my head, cannot sleep when I go to bed

Visions pass in the skies, fire and brimstone in my eyes

Can't go forward can't go back, close my eyes and fade to black

 

 

 

 

BARE FACE BLUES

© 2006 P.P. Pflager

 

(key of A)

 

Catfish jumpin right out of the lake

Waded right in, made a mistake

Now I can't win, don't dare to lose

Can't go home with mud on my shoes

Can't take em off, got no excuse

Oh lordy lordy, got the bare face blues

 

Stringer no fish, pack on my back

Don't wait up baby, don't know when I'll be back

Got no fish got no clue

Mud on my boots gonna get on you

Can't take em off, got no excuse

Oh lordy lordy, got the bare face blues

 

Been gone so long don't know who I am

I can't believe I'm doing this again

Wish I'd been smarter, should'a been wise

Now I'm wearing boots twice my size

Can't take em off, got no excuse

Oh lordy lordy, got the bare face blues

 

 

Dig Up The Dirt

© 2007 A. E. Pflager

 

(If we)

(So help us)

(We're Gonna)

 

Dig up the dirt, then we can

Uproot the Bushes,

Take out the Bushes,

Get rid of the Bushes,

 

(If we) (So help us) (We're Gonna)

Dig up the dirt then we can

Throw out the Bushes,

And all the rest of those plants

 

All the rest of those plants,

All the rest of those plants,

 

(If we) (So help us) (We're Gonna)

Dig up the dirt, then we can

Throw out the Bushes

And all the rest of those plants

 

 

I Dreamt I Joined the Marines

© 2007 P.P. & A. E. Pflager

 

I dreamt I joined the Marines and they sent me off to war

I dreamt it was something I had to do but I'm not sure what for

I dreamt I joined the Marines but I'm too old to go

All that talk of bravery, is just a lot of show

 

Chorus

I'm just like the rich folks the son of a Congressman

We all want to serve our country we just don't know when

Until we get around to figure it out, will you enlist again?

 

I know a man with daughters, who'll never have to serve

He wants our kids to go, that takes a lot of nerve

Oh I dreamt I joined the Marines but I'm too old to go

All that talk of bravery, is just a lot of show

 

Repeat Chorus

 

I dreamt they drafted the congress and sent them off to war

They looked real nice in their uniforms as they were pushed out the door

I dreamt they screamed and cried, "I'm too old to go!"

"And my big old belly makes me far too slow!"

 

Repeat Chorus

 

 

It's A Minor Setback

© 2007 P.P. & A. E. Pflager

 

While sailing on the ship of state we suddenly hit a reef

November elections gave us no relief

The Neo-Cons are in charge and running everything

The countries like a big ole bird with just one wing

 

CHORUS

It's a minor setback, it's not the Titanic we're talking about

Just because they knocked us down doesn't mean they knocked us out

We're as tough as an iceberg and we're growing every day

They better move over, we're not going away

 

When Truman was president the buck stopped at his desk

With this administration hot potato describes it best

When there's a problem blame moves down the line

Pity the poor enlisted, they're doing all the time

 

We're not moving to Canada we're not going away

We're gona keep talkin till people hear what we say

Truth is like a turtle, but watch it grow and grow

It'll catch up with the lies then the Neo-Cons will go

 

 

Who's the Fool?

© 2007 P.P. PFLAGER

 

Like a drunken cowboy when the cattle drive hits town

Sittin' at the bar drinkin' round after round

He keeps tossing em down 'til he slides off the stool

Landing flat on his back this frat boy out of school

 

Chorus

He tries to get up but keeps falling down

If he makes it to his feet he orders another round

You can't point out his mistakes for he'll treat you quite cruel

But if you're the one buying the drinks, who's the fool?

 

 

If you buy another round he'll do it all over again

He never will look back to see where he has been

There is an air of arrogance and smugness in his lies

No matter how he stumbles, someone always buys

 

Repeat Chorus

 

Cowboys are a rowdy bunch they belong out on the range

Put one in a business suit and you've got something strange

His pistols solve his problems when he's out there shooting snakes

But when he brings his guns to town, sky high go the stakes

 

Repeat Chorus

 

 

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