Music – Marc D. Beaudin

Video Cowboy

He’s a video cowboy, don’t even know what he knows
His real life is ended but the game just grows and grows
Pushing buttons and quarters, doing things that just don’t seem right
Until he’s lost in the outlands of his crazy new video dream

Yes, he’s a video cowboy, don’t even know what he knows
Pushing buttons and quarters from his cap right down to his toes
There’s too many buttons and gobblers and eaters and snakes and creams in his game
He don’t remember his brothers,
And I guess he don’t know who to blame.

Oh I guess its sad we didn’t spend more time teaching him right
Did we teach him forgiving is ten times more strong than to fight
There’s only one time that a fightin’ man knows that he true
That’s when he’s sure that you say eleven times more than you do.

Yes, he’s a video cowboy, part of our national scene
There’s something for everyone
Long as you ride on the beam
He’s pushing buttons and quarters
And doin things that just don’t seem…right
Until he’s lost in the outlands
Of his crazy new video dream
His crazy new video dream.

You Should Wonder, Too

You wonder if I love you
I wonder, too.
When I’m empty and you’re lonely
Who will see us through?

This time when all is forgotten
Could I watch you go?
As if all the winter’s sleeping
Could not melt the snow.

Your life is all a flutter
Like a sparrow bird,
If time hurts your new castles
Could you hurt his word?

You wonder if He loves you
And if love is new.
But I think that God has given
Answers that both are true.

You wonder if I love you
You should know I do.
God loves you
HE loves me
You should think of what you do,
You should wonder, too.

Abraham’s Place

Come gather round friends of the whole human race
And I’ll tell you the story of Abraham’s place.
A company of nations taken from another one
With pride in our making all hurts come undone.

Oh, the President’s in his office
And the children in school
And like David’s men
We’ve been pushed from pool to pool.

Don’t blame it, don’t you blame it on what one man’s done
We’ve all had time to go wrong, young son.

For the boldness and the courage and the love are still in place
The kindness and the hope for the whole human race
We’ve been given an answer like a fisherman’s line
Launch out in the boat if you want to find.

Oh the cafés are empty and the shortstop’s growin’ old
The truckers aren’t seen with the spies from the cold.
Our food’s growing nasty and the floods are unkind
Launch out in the boat if you wanna find.

For the boldness and the courage and the love are still in place
The kindness and concern for the whole human race
We’ve been given an answer like a fisherman’s line
Launch out in the boat if you want to find.

Oh, maybe we’ve just come a hell of a ways
And it’s easier to see the shortness of the days.
Ma, can’t you remember the old Plymouth Rock
Three hundred years to build this.
For the boldness and the courage and the love are still in place
The kindness and concern for the whole human race
We’ve been given an answer like a fisherman’s line
Launch out in the boat if you want to find.

So now we’ve got problems and hurts not a few
They say the rich are too rich and the poor’s nothing new.
We’ve been given an answer like a fisherman’s line
Launch out in the boat if you wanna find.

Oh, I remember England where kings ruled the way
The ships sailed the sea and the poor worked all day.
Remember what was told the people David won,
Serve God and your King and the hurts come undone.

Big City Part

This isn’t the time or the place
For running away with my heart,
You promised that you’d take my hand,
But, I can’t play your big city part.

The producers they’re holding your skirt
And the DJ seems to like me pretty well;
They’re looking at your lovely brown hair
While it’s me you came here to sell.

You might have told me he wasn’t lookin’ for a farmer,
I would have told him to take a left and drive on thru
But this isn’t the time or the place love,
And I can’t play your big city blue.

I might promise that it all would be forgotten
I would have told him to take a left and drive on thru
But this isn’t the time or the place dear
And I can’t play your big city blue.

I was your lover way up on the farm
A country boy who wrote some songs and made you smile
Was I the cause of your hometown vacation,
Or…did you just want to get excited for awhile.

No, it isn’t the time or the place dear
For runnin’ away with my heart
I might promise that all would be forgotten
Still I can’t play your big city part.

Heaven’s Sound

Mother thinks I’ve had enough
I suppose she could not have known;
That all my loves like wings of doves
Have feathers thinly grown
I could have thought my heart was bought by wings so seldom found
And golden thread from a cornstalk bed
That whispers Heaven’s sound.

An early morning pot of tea
And a bookcase full of all
I caught the trees with an easterly breeze
And the birds flew in the squall
Those early days my book worm ways
With birds and trees were bound
And the lady cared, to my tent she dared to whisper Heaven’s sound.

The lady fair in the wood high chair
She looks like sister grim
The fox stood tall in the shower stall
And his suit was pistol prim,
And I grabbed hands to his wedding bands
And chased him round and round
With golden thread and a corn stock bed to whisper Heaven’s sound.

Know You Know Nothing

Know you know nothing
Nothing you can see.
Know you know nothing
Living Number Three.

Marc performing on a rooftop in Manhattan in 1994

Buried in the basement
Collared all downtown
Cows on the horse path
I can’t keep a sound.

Agca tried to kill the Pope
Was it KGB?
My lover walked off with my life
Into eternity.

Now I’m washing dishes
For Canaan and his frowns
Laura’s playing polo
Shankara’s playing clowns.

Know you know nothing
Nothing you can see.
Someone left the lights on
Back in ’83.