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Southern Baptist


I'm gonna be a Southern Baptist
My doctrine's been revised
Be a missionary to the Mormon and the Jew
Get them all baptised
I'm gonna be a Southern Baptist
Lead a good Christian life:
Buy some canes, whips and chains
And find a submissive wife

A Southern Baptist girl should dream
of spankin' new clean floors
Get roped into the carpool
And tied down with the chores
Obedience is her glory
I'm master of the house
My Bible's bound in leather
So why not my lovely spouse?

I ain't gonna listen to your taunting
I ain't gonna listen to your jeers
What the hell, we've done damn well
The last two thousand years
There's only been a little bit of raping
Mayhem, crime and war
And if it comes to Armageddon
Well what d'ya think we've been praying for?

I'm gonna be a Southern Baptist
Militia man for Christ
Be a missionary to the Mormon and the Jew
Get them all baptised
I'm gonna be a Southern Baptist
Lead a good Christian life:
Buy some canes, whips and chains....
(oh heck, maybe I'll just go ahead with that sex operation too...)
And be a submissive wife!


© 1998 - 2004 Hugh Blumenfeld/Hydrogen Jukebox Music

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Shoot The Moon


When I was young all I wanted was the moon
Hung that National Geographic map in my room
In seventh grade, Mythology 101
They called me Little Endymion
- You remember me now

Space was the object of all my country's desire
And the skies of my childhood were laced with launching pad fire
And I was the boy who stood under streetlamps at night
Waiting for those strange blue lights
To take me away

- Shoot the moon
Set me down in the Sea of Tranquillity
Just the stars and me
- Shoot the moon
Give me a home in the 21st century
A little less gravity
I could fall free
Shoot the moon

If I’d been ten years older, I might have been tripping on Yasgur's farm
But I probably would have been a Phantom flying over Viet Nam
In a dream of altitudes where the blue turns black
And never looking back
At the pieces on the ground

But I saw the choppers rise out of Saigon's fall
And my fingers traced the writing on the long black wall
And I knew there'd be no spaceships in my future
I guess I was born a little too late, or way too soon...

- Shoot the moon.... we could fall free

Well, a quarter of a million miles isn't really that far
It took me two Chevy's, but I've done it in a car
Driving from town to town with this old guitar
Made in 1969
One small step for mankind

- Shoot the moon.... it is my destiny

© 1997 Hugh Blumenfeld/Hydrogen Jukebox Music (ASCAP)

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lacrimae laramie


underneath God's own big sky
a man stands bound
on stony ground
cut and beaten, left to die
arms lashed wide
crucified

and the mercury falls like an angel
and the wind cries all night through the fence:
o laramie
lacrimae laramie
all across the pastures of plenty
where the cowboys embrace in their tents

Whose shepherd was he then?
You cursed his wounds
and the young men he knew
his crime was loving them
but the fire he drew
was for loving you

and the mercury falls, falls like an angel
and the wind cries all night through the fence:
o laramie
lacrimae laramie
across the pastures of plenty
where the cowboys embrace in their tents


© 1998 Hugh Blumenfeld/Hydrogen Jukebox Music

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Let Me Fall In Love Before The Spring Comes


There's a warm wind blowing from the south
And though it's dead of winter
Something crazy's blooming
And the smell of it reminds me
Of the smell on my body of a woman that I knew
When I was too young to know
Let me fall in love before the spring comes

Well, they used to say that April was a sweet month
But now we know that she is cruel
In the city she gives nothing
But a memory
Of promises she made us
In wilder times
And wilder places
Where the city streets don't go
Let me fall in love before the spring comes

And it's a fool's pearl that has no sorrow at its center
And it's fools gold that breaks and does not bend
And the jeweled snows of winter
Melt in the gutter
And the long lit nights of lazy sleeping
Threaten to be over
And I have not abandoned hope
Abandon's what I fear
And abandon seems to be just what I need
Let me fall in love before the spring comes

© 1986 - 2004 Hugh Blumenfeld/Hydrogen Jukebox Music
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The Snail


I am the snail
I don't move fast
But if you look again
I won't be where you found me last

I am the snail
pale as a memory
I am the roaring in the labyrinth
beside the sea

I am a helmet on a shoe
I am the secret smell of you
I am the voices in your ear
that call your name year after year

I am patience
I am proportion
I am progress without fortune...

And if I love,
who would know
Even for a slow lover I am slow

And if I dream
how could you dream it
All your flash of inspiration
only chars the spirit

In a world of salt
in a world of glass
I have spent a whole night
climbing up a blade of grass

I am the snail
I will get where I'm going
I am the speed your hair
and nails are growing

I am the snail
Because I move, all of creation's moving
I know that it's a minor point
but it's still worth proving

© 1997 -2004, Hugh Blumenfeld/Hydrogen Jukebox Music (ASCAP)

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Longhaired Radical Socialist Jew
(The Gospel Song)


Well, Jesus was a homeless lad
With an unwed mother and an absent dad
And I really don't think he would have gotten that far
If Newt, Pat and Jesse had followed that star
So let's all sing out praises to
That longhaired radical socialist Jew

When Jesus taught the people he
Would never charge a tuition fee
He just took some fishes and some bread
And made up free school lunches instead
So let's all sing out praises to
That long-haired radical socialist Jew

He healed the blind and made them see
He brought the lame folks to their feet
Rich and poor, any time, anywhere
Just pioneering that free health care
So let's all sing out praises to
That longhaired radical socialist Jew

Jesus hung with a low-life crowd
But those working stiffs sure did him proud
Some were murderers, thieves and whores
But at least they didn't do it as legislators
So let's all sing out praises to
That longhaired radical socialist Jew

Jesus lived in troubled times
the religious right was on the rise
Oh what could have saved him from his terrible fate?
Separation of church and state.
So let's all sing out praises to
That longhaired radical socialist Jew

Sometimes I fall into deep despair
When I hear those hypocrites on the air
But every Sunday gives me hope
When pastor, deacon, priest, and pope
Are all singing out their praises to
Some longhaired radical socialist Jew.

They're all singing out their praises to....
Some longhaired radical socialist Jew.

© 1996 - 2004 Hugh Blumenfeld/Hydrogen Jukebox Music (ASCAP)

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A Wedding Song


There's a man who loves a woman for her beauty
There's a man who loves a woman for her mind
There's a man who loves a woman for the loving of a woman
One man loves a woman to be kind

And the winters come and the winters go and the frost stays behind
And every thousand miles takes us further down the line
To know the ways of love you must know the ways of time

And a woman loves a man for he is gentle
And a woman loves a man for what he's found
There's a woman loves a man cause it feels good to love a man
A woman loves a man just to keep him around

And the winters come and the winters go and the frost stays behind
And every thousand miles takes us further down the line
To know the ways of love you must know the ways of time

And at times we do grow worse
And at times we do grow poor
And at times we do grow sick
With a longing for the longings that we had before

And the poets speak of love that burns like fire
And the papers never speak of love at all
And when I lay my head down on your chest, I can hear your breathing
Tell of love that rises and that falls

And the winters come and the winters go and the frost stays behind
And every thousand miles takes us further down the line
To know the ways of love you must know the ways of time

© 1991 - 2004 Hugh Blumenfeld/Hydrogen Jukebox Music


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