Liner
notes for Real American
What is a Real American? An American
is anyone born on one of two continents called North
America and South America. So I hate to break it
to yíall, but a Real American is anyone born
between the north coast of Greenland and the southern
tip of Chile. Now donít freak out--that includes
us folks born here in the U.S. of A. Including me
and the Chernobles! But, as an Ecuadorian once told
me, ìWe're Americans, too.î And so
it is.
A Real American is more stereotypically
thought of as a flag waving United States citizen,
professing undying loyalty to the capitalist way
of life and proud to fight and die for it all. Many
of these same folks claim to worship a Jewish hippie
peace activist who said you can't get into heaven
if you own more than one robe. They would probably
be the same folks to nail him back on a cross should
he ever show up again. I do not deny them their
Real Americaness.
But there are other Real Americans
as well. The homeless on the streets, many of whom
are veterans, are Real Americans. The kids protesting
against globalization from Seattle to Miami are
Real Americans. The musicians singing songs of peace
and protest are Real Americans. The millions of
people we erroneously called "Indians,: whose
ancestors go back on this continent for over ten
thousand years, are Real Americans. Oh, yes-- the
grizzly bear, the cougar, the bald eagle and the
banana slug are all Real Americans, too. So get
used to it. All of you!
I say it's time to capture the
flag. We've got the flag on the cover of this CD,
behind the lyrics, and on the disk, itself. That
way, no detractors of our music will dare burn or
run over this CD like they done the Dixie Chicks..
That would be flag desecration. And that would be
very un-American. (I've had a old cassette tape
chainsawed in half by a jealous redneck neighbor
when his girlfriend brought it home, so don't discount
the possibility.)
And a word about flag burning,
while we're on the subject. If youíre the
type who wants to burn a flag, burn the MacDonalds,
Exxon or Bechtel flag. Our government is just a
straw boss for the corporations. The fat cats in
power love to watch us beat ourselves up while they
laugh all the way to the bank, which they've robbed
along the way, as well. Most of those companies
are multi-nationals with no allegiance to this country,
despite their American sounding names. In other
words, they are not Real Americans! But Darryl Cherney
and the Chernobles are. Imagine that!
We've got a real problem in this
country and in the world. We've been surrounded
by a pentagon of oppressionan--technology, religion,
the military, the schools, and the communications
network. An overlapping set of matrixes, if you
will. We--all of us--are being dumbed down, hypnotized,
poisoned, bombed, imprisoned, tortured and just
plain outright killed. But there's good news! We
have the honor and the privilege of potentially
being the last generation to be able to fight for
life on this planet as we know it. That is the mission
of the warrior. And the mission of a Real American.
About the songs--they're all true
stories. Earth First! (We'll Log the Other Planets
Later) is a bumper sticker put out by the timber
industry. But Earth First! were the only words you
could read from afar! The Great Medford OregonPotato
Gun Massacree really happened--pummeled by potatoes
in a church--now that's Real American! The Ghosts
of Mississippi was inspired by the book (later to
be a film) of the same name after meeting the author.
Bush It, Send George Bush a Pretzel and I'm Gonna
Run for President I call the Presidential Trilogy.
TrÈs American, as they say in that forbidden
land, France.
Sovereign Nation and Beach at
Galveston are examples of activist love songs--romance
in the trenches. The Steelworker Blues was written
in support of a strike against MAXXAM subsidiary,
Kaiser Aluminum. Our fans know that MAXXAM is the
same company that bought Pacific Lumber and to this
day mows down ancient redwood forests. Fire was
written on the same night as Earth First! ...Log
Later and we can thank a certain fungus for both
tunes. Take Me To Belize was written when my sweetie
Carol told me she was going. I said those very words
and put them to music before I'd ever seen the place.
Later, I sang it on virtually every radio station
in Belize, It was a "hit." And if you
wonder why there's a non-political song at the end,
well, even groovy eco-warriors have to vacation
sometime. Don't forget--I'm a Real American!
As for the Chernobles--Steve,
Francine, Peter & Tofu--it has been an honor
and privilege to have these talented and accomplished
human beings play my music. I am humbled every time
we do a gig that I am in their presence.
In 2002 Judi Bari's estate and
I won a $4.4 million civil rights lawsuit against
the FBI and Oakland Police for blaming us for car-bombing
ourselves in May 1990. We were on tour, singing
and organizing for Redwood Summer. The FBI, in its
infinite wisdom, considers the guitar and fiddle
to be the tools of terrorists, weapons of mass destruction.
Glad I've got an extra. -Darryl Cherney, Nov. 25,
2003, Garberville, California, Real America
Credits: Produced & recorded
by Rob Seifert at Small Town Audio Resources. Also
at the Karen Byars Club. Bush It engineered by Sudananda
at Dragonfly Studio and engineered & mixed by
Jim Fulton at ESP. Send George Bush a Pretzel and
Steelworker Blues engineered & mixed by Jim
Fulton & Darryl Cherney at ESP. Take Me to Belize
engineered & mixed by Steve Hesh & Darryl
Cherney at ESP. Churn It Up Records is a division
of Environmentally Sound Promotions (ESP). a non-profit
dedicated to music, arts & media for the Earth,
PO Box 2254, Redway, CA 95560, ensopro@asis.com.
Visit
www.darrylcherney.com, www.judibari.org, www.jailhurwitz.com
Graphic Arts: Chivo, Ellen Komp,
KimbaCan, Tracy Bear & D. Cherney
Cover photo: KimbaCan, Back Cover: Karen Pickett
(band) & Greg King (clearcut). CD Production
by Oasis Duplication Printed on recycled paper.
Special Thanks to Trees Foundation, Tanya Higgins,
Carol Dorchin, Karen Byars, Ellen Komp, John McGowen,
Mark Drake, Shyla Sickels, Lisa & Tess Amazing,
Wildwood Music, Jodi Beth Morrison, Kim Adams, Heidi
Terbrack, Truth Hefferton, and Green, Heart &
Power Hesherton.
Darryl Cherney & the Chernobles play on all
songs unless otherwise noted. They are: Darryl Cherney,
vocal, acoustic guitar; Francine Allen, Background
Vocals; Steve Hesh, electric lead guitar, dobro,
pedal steel, special effects; Peter Amazing, Bass;
Tofu, drums, percussion Enjoy!
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Earth
First! (We'll Log the Other Planets Later)
© by Darryl Cherney
(E7) My daddy was a logger (A7)
And I'm a logger's (E7) son
My (A7) boy will be a logger until the loggin's
(E7) done
This (B7) planet earth she's pretty good, she (A7)
got a lot of fine wood
Earth (E7) First! (A7) we'll log
the other planets (E7) later
Earth (A7) First! we'll log the other planets (E7)
later
(B7) Got to get back, re-(A7)port to my boss Darth
(E7) Vader
Now you know Darth Vader, he's
not such a bad guy
He got a bad rap in the media and you know how they
lie
You know that he set me free, free to log that tree
So I got out of my log cabin and
jumped into my log spaceship
Going loggin' with the Empire clearcut where the
Ewoks live
Hey even Star Trek got a job they went and cut the
Captain's log
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The Great
Medford Oregon Potato Gun Massacree
© by Darryl Cherney
Intro: (G F F# / G F F# / G)
(G) We were on a walk for the wild Siskiyous in
(C) Southwest Oregon
(G) Trying to stop that Sugarloaf sale that (C)
Boise Cascade won
(G) Some folks flashed us the peace sign and (C)
some flipped us the bird
But we (G) kept on walking (C) down that road (D)
trying to spread the (G) word (F F# / G F F#)
(G) At the end of that fifty mile hike we (C) holed
up in a church
(G) Thought it was a sanctuary wouldn't (C) leave
us in a lurch
When(G) just about eleven thirty we (C) heard an
awful thud
And (G)Annie, the (C)anarchist, got (D)hit by a
potato (G)scud(F F# / G)
And those (C) potatoes were a flying and they (G)
aimed them with such skill
We (C) thought about throwing our bagels back, they
were (D) hard enough to kill
It was (C) midnight in Medford, it was (G) such
a sight to (C) see
It was the (G great Medford (C) Oregon Po- (D) tato
Gun Massa- (G) cre
F (F# G F F# G)
Now a potato gun is made just
from a pipe of PVC
You stick a tater, some lighter fluid in each end
strike a match and count to 3
Now the United Congregational Church of Christ had
known this well
Cause Pastor Robinson told us that the neighbors
came straight from hell
Now the neighbors shot at the little kids the parishioners
brought to school
And when they heard we were ecologists they frothed
and started to drool
They shined a spotlight to make us blind, threw
rocks at where we dozed
And they blasted the pastors pick-up truck with
water from a swimming pool hose
Now old Lou Gold just told us
that coyote come to teach us a lesson
And when I asked Bob Stern how things were going
he said "People are obsessing"
Around two am our hippie friend Swan Eagle said
enough is enough
I've dealt with the Idaho militia these jerks can't
be that tough
Now we were trying to be just like Ghandi walking
in a peaceful mood
But I think that Mahatma woulda been shocked at
people who fought with food
And if Jesus had been looking down on that church
he would have said
They would not crucify me today, they'd shoot me
with potatoes instead
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The Ghosts
of Mississippi
© by Darryl Cherney
(D) Well (C) I met Judi Bari in
the (D) redwood timber wars
When a (C) walking rainbow came to her and (D) said
the time is yours
He said (C) freedom riders for the forest (D) come
Just (C) like in Mississippi it was (D) done
Cause your (C) forests are a-fallin' and the (D)
nation's eyes must turn
But if you (C) look to Mississippi there's a (D)
lesson you must learn
(C) Call the nation's college students (D) forth
Just (C) like when the south called up to the (D)
north
And (C) the ghosts of Mississippi
will be (D) watchin', watchin' watchin'
As they (D) disappear then come back into view
And the (C) ghosts of Mississippi will be D)watchin',
watchin', watchin'
Let me (C) tell you, girl, they've got their eye
on (D) you
So we printed up some posters
and the word got out somehow
Mississippi Summer in the California Redwoods, now
Our non-violence code was taken carefully
From the annals of the SN double-C
Because back in Mississippi they were shooting at
'em all
Firebombing churches and taxing the voting halls
But those college students came down to the fray
'Round the time that Medgar Evers was blown away
Now when the timber barons heard
the news they geared up for the fight
And we laughed away the death threats and we cried
to sleep each night
And the media walked right into our homes
As if they really were one of our own
Now Goodman, Swarzer and Chaney left this little
racist town
Drove down that Mississippi highway to the place
they would bed down
But in the mirror they could see the Sheriff's light
No, they never did make it home that night
Now I can still remember when
that bomb it did explode
And Judi's car came crashing to the left side of
the road
And when the FBI showed up they knew our names
And told the world we were the ones to blame
Now back in 1964 they dredged the river bed
Looking for three activists they now presumed were
dead
But the dredgers they all had to be turned back
When all the bodies they dredged up were black
Judi's pelvis it was shattered
and her leg half-paralyzed
She was impaled upon a seat spring and tailbone
pulverized
And then the Oakland Police said she must go to
jail
On one hundred thousand dollars bail
Well Redwood Summer carried on like Freedom Summer
did
We made our mark on history some day it may be read
But as I stare out on the foggy mountain day
I swear that I heard Gabrielle's trumpet play
w/Morgan Fichter on the fiddle
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Bush It
© by Darryl Cherney
(A)(G)(A) First they went and
stole the election
(B) The Supreme Court went and made the selection
(D) The corporations gave the direction, they said
(A) "Bush it" (G) (A)
(A) He went and hired his daddy's staff
(B) And few guys from Nixon's just for a laugh
(D) Now the world is his oyster to split in half
(A) Bush it (G) (A)
(A) Now though he'd never been to a foreign land
And a (B) map of the world he'd never understand
(D) Right up his back went the puppeteer's hand
(A) Bush it
(D) Bush it--the old President's
son, (B) Bush it--that's the way it's done
(D) Bush it--for all of your friends
(E) Who knows where this whole thing's gonna (A)
end (G)(A)
Then someone goes and topples
the towers
Took years to build destroyed it in hours
The FBI and CIA said give us more powers, Bush it
Then the puppeteer says hey I got a plan
Though the guys were all Saudis lets bomb Afghanistan
Then camp out with our friends in Pakistan, Bush
it
But that wasn't the end to these tragic attacks
Some used the U.S. mail to send anthrax
Kinda funny how it went just to Democrats, Bush
it
Bush it--The old President's boy,
Bush it--He got a brand new toy
Bush it--Down old Texas way, Hey now look at Georgie
Junior play
Vice President Cheney meets with
Enron of course
On how to manage our oil resource
Give 'em rolling blackouts and a secret task force,
We'll Bush it
The Enron goes bankrupt after stealing us blind
But they left a trail of campaign cash behind
When asked for his records Cheney big time declined,
He said Bush it.
Now before 9-1-1 Bush wasn't too bright
Did Osama Bin Laden show him the light?
They're both CIA boys and they know how to fight,
They Bush it
Bush it--To the limit and then,
Bush it--And Bush it again
Bush it--And make no mistake...There is just so
much that we can take
He's got two drunken daughters
and a drug addict niece
But that doesn't matter, he'll just call up the
police
And say you can keep all the others, but I want
their release, Bush it
Now he did booze and coke and he doesn't deny it
But he says that he quit and he's on a new diet
Now he passes out on pretzels--does anyone buy it?
Bush it
Now George is an artist and he's trying to sell
it
He's a bit of a devil--doesn't think we can tell
it
But it's piled up so high it's hard not to smell
it, Bush-it
Bush it--The new President's song,
Bush it--You know he can't be wrong
Bush it--Out of the President's way. What more can
a real American say?
Bush It! Bush It! Bush It!
w/Lloyd Hauskins, Electric &
Lead Guitars
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Sovereign Nation
© by Darryl Cherney
Intro: (G) (G/C) (G) (D)
(C) You say you're tired of (G) running living on
the (D) lam
(C) You say you're tired of (G) playing out the
same old (D) scam
(C) Late nights on a (G) pay phone
(C) Trying to make enough (G) change to call home
(C) Trying to buy enough (G) time to finish out
your (D) plan
(C) So you want to be a (G) sovereign
nation
(C) Don't want to suffer no more (G) indignation
(C) Don't want to be the (G) one who's going to
con-(D) form
(C) You want to live by a (G) new equation
(C) Tear up your contract with (G) this here nation
(C) You want to raise your (G) flag up early in
the (D) morn
(C) And a brand new (D) sovereign nation will be
(G) born (C)(G)(D)
Your mission's masquerading all
your fears
The easy answer's faded with the years
You don't want to hear my critique;
You say I don't listen but you won't let me speak
You know we need each other
But you'd rather be alone with your tears
Your artwork still is hanging
in the halls
The beauty of your vision still calls
Live wild or die, can you hear the Zapatistas cry
Freedom for the people, it echoes off the old canyon
walls
w/Morgan Fichter, fiddle
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Sell It on
EBay
© by Darryl Cherney
(C) Now my subversive friend named
Rod was working on his car
When he found an FBI tracking device right by his
tow bar
So he (F) called the federales, he said is this
your spy toy, Jack
They said (C) we can neither confirm nor deny and
we sure can't take it back
So he went(G) searching for a solution on the world
wide web
And (F) this is what it said
Sell it on(C) EBay, 1) it's your
civil right, 2) for a million bucks
3)It was the cops
Sell it on EBay 1) it's outa sight, 2)Try your luck
3) It was special ops
Sell it on (F) EBay, 'cause it's rare
Sell it on (C) EBay, you'll find a buyer there
A (G) piece of the space shuttle or an atom bomb
They (F) don't care where it's from.
Sell it on (C) EBay, all right (G)
Now out on highway 36 there's
a whole town that's for sale
It's called Bridgeville, California and it don't
look so well
It's got nine run down houses and an old post office
shack
And an old bridge and a new bridge, now where you
gonna find something like that
Well the locals all knew it wasn't worth a cent
do guess where the owner went
Now 2003 was the tragedy, the
Columbia space shuttle went down
Spreading fifty thousand piece over tiny Texas towns
NASA came to scoop it up looking for a clue
But there's a few things that they could not find,
but NASA knew what to do
'Cause right next to the museum of Baghdad art there
were the space shuttle parts
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Take Away
My Name
© by Darryl Cherney
Intro: (D) (G) (D) (G) (D) (G)
(D)
(D) I'm the man that they call Henry( (Em)Hudson
(F#) You may remember me (G) well
Back in (D) 1609 I took my (Bm) life in my hands
And sailed (D) off for a world to make (Bm) way
for the rest
And they (D) gave me a river to((Bm) honor my name
But the (D) people forget all the(Bm) reasons I
came
The (D) sludge and the sewage have (Bm) poured in
with time
And when (D) people say Hudson's (Bm) River
I don't (Em) want them to think it's a(A) river
of mine
There's a (D) river in my name I don't (Em) want
it
I won't(A) be associated with a (D) river like that
You can't (Bm) even drink the water or (Em) swim
in the current
(A) No, no, no, no take away my (D) name
I'm the man that they call George
Washington,
You may remember me well
When this country was born I took my life in my
hands
And took charge of an army to make way for the rest
And they gave me a city to honor my name
But the people forget all the reasons I came
The corrupt and deceitful have ganged up with time
And then Washington makes the headlines
I don't want them to think it's a city of mine
There's a city in my name I don't
want it
I won't be associated with a city like that
It's a two sided town and the buildings are whitewashed
No, no, no, no take away my name
I'm the man that they call Jesus
Christ, you may remember me well
In the year number one I took my life in my hands
And brought faith to a world to make way for the
rest
And they formed a religion to carry my name
But the people forget all the reasons I came
The warfare and hatred have followed with time
And when people say they are Christians
Do they really believe they are people of mine?
There's a religion in my name
I don't want it
I won't be associated with religion like that
Hypocrisy's rampant and my love's faded quickly
No, no, no, no take away my name (D)(G)(D)(G)(D)(G)(A)(D)
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Fire
© by Darryl Cherney
(D) Pretty little flame (C) Tell
me what's your (G) name, (D) Fire
(D) Look up to the stars (C) You know what they
(G) are, (D) Fire
(C) Fire, (G) fire, (D) fire
By the candlelight, burning (or ripping) through
the night, Fire
From the center of the Earth to the big bang of
our birth, Fire, fire, fire, fire; fire, fire, fire
(C) Capturing the flame(G) In
whose holy name do you work for (D) now
(C) That devil was no fool (G) It's a pretty handy
tool, Did you take a (A) vow?
By the stones we sweat, see how
red they get, Fire
Our ancestors souls are burning in the coals, Fire,
fire, fire, fire
Our ancestors souls are burning in the coals, Fire,
fire, fire, fire
Babylon must fall Purify us all, Fire
But when it all has burned, what will we have learned?
Fire
Fire, fire, fire; fire, fire, fire
w/Matt Eackle of the David Grisman
Quintet, flute
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The
Steelworker Blues
© by Darryl Cherney
(E) I got me a union job with
Kaiser, but my (A) boss Charlie Hurwitz he's a miser
(E) I got them steelworker (B) blues
(E) One day I'm pouring molten metal,
The (A) next day I'm wondering when the strike will
settle
(E) I got them (A) steelworker (E) blues
(A) My medical benefits I wanna keep
But you(E)know that MAXXAM is too damn cheap
I (A) don't know when this whole thing will end,
But I (F#) know Ray Milkavich (B) ain't my friend
So I'm (E) standing on the picket line and freezingcold
(A) Locked out of work and 55 years old. (E) I got
them (B) steelworker (E) blues
Now you know that it wouldn't
be so bad
But they gave my job to an ugly scab
I've got them steelworker blues
They say the scabs can work but I can't
But then they go and blow up the Grammercy Plant
I've got them steelworker blues
And if that weren't bad enough you know
they blew up the plant in Ohio
Now if you think my complaints are large
you haven't heard about the criminal charge
Falsifying data, pleading the fifth
and then they ask for good citizenship
I got them steelworker blues
One month, two months, three months,
four
five, six, seven months, eight months more
Nine months, ten months, eleven and twelve
A year and a half later and we're still in hell
I got them steelworker blues
Now old Charles Hurwitz tried to break our back
But he wasn't quite ready for the counter attack
'Cause he got our membership so pissed
We allied with environmentalists
Now MAXXAM and Kaiser are really cursed
'Cause now we do protests with Earth First!
I got them steelworker blues
Well we'll go to Houston follow
Hurwitz around
Nip at his heels like an old bloodhound, I got them
steelworker blues
Picket at his office , picket at his home
Picket at his meetings, call him on the phone,
I got them steelworker blues
Just to make sure Hurwitz goes to hell we'll send
ten thousand letters 'bout his S&L
We're buy shares of stock meet Charlie on the floor
And run our own people for the MAXXAM Board
But I'm still out here on the picket line sweating
in the sun and biding my time
I've got them Steelworker Blues
Local in Newark, Local at Mead
Tacoma and Trentwood and Grammercy
I got them steelworker blues
Just to show Charlie the power we got
We succeeded in getting a Pepsi boycott
I got them steelworker blues
And after all the money that we cost her and the
leadership of old Dave Foster
Kaiser and MAXXAM and Charlie caved in and the USWA
got another win
Now we made Charlie Hurwitz look like a jerk and
now all we gotta go back to work
I got them Steelworker blues
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I'm Gonna Run For President
© by Darryl Cherney
Intro: G C C D C //// Now you
(G) know that this here (C) country's
Been going to (G) hell for (C) quite some (G) time
We've got (D) record unemployment, and
(G)crazy (C) corporate (G) crime
Those (C) folks out there in Washington,
they (G) haven't (C) got a (G) clue
But ever (A)since I was a little kid. they said
there's (D) one thing (A)you can
(D)do
I'm going to run for (C) President
I know this job was (G) heaven sent
I'm gonna wear a (D) great big smile
Run the country for a (G) little while
Have my hands right there (C) on all the tools
Have a chance at changing (G) all the rules
1. Brush my teeth each night with (D) Pepsodent
2. Elect someone who's (D) competent
3. Let me decide just how your money's (D) spent
4. You can hold this truth self (D) evident.. I'm
going to run for (G) President
Now you know I love this country
but it don't seem right
When we've got snipers and smallpox warnings
And folks going hungry each night
The air is all polluted, the water ain't fit to
drink
We're on the verge of World War Three so I just
started to think
So let's have universal healthcare
and a job for everyone
We'll clean up the environment, the schools will
all be fun
We're gonna need new leaders but we'll respect our
elders, too
The world will live in global peace and I will promise
you...
© 2004, 2003 by Darryl Cherney,
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The Beach
at Galveston
© by Darryl Cherney
Intro (D) (G) (A) (Bm)----
(D) We pulled out of (G) Houston on a (A) Thursday
(F#m) afternoon
(G) One more night in (D) Texas and (A) I'll be
leaving soon
Two (D) outlaw lovers (G) grabbing time
From a (A) life spent on the (Bm) run
As we (G) drove down South I-(D) 45
Down to the (A) beach at Galve-(D) ston
The weathered houses greeted us
with a breath of Gulf Stream air
We found a beachfront restaurant and had a hidden
moment there
Then we walked the beach in our bare feet and talked
til day was done
And left behind our lives of crime down at the beach
at Galveston
(Bm) So few precious (F#m) moments
(G)
We'll steal them while we (D) can
(F#m) Whoever knows if (Bm) we'll get caught
Or (G) if we'll meet a-(D) gain
(Bm) No one can know just (F#m) who we are
so I (G) guess it's just us (D) two
(G) Let me hold you (F#) in my arms
Un- (G) til this night is (A) through
They say Texas is for outlaws
so I guess we fit right in
But what the law claims to be legal is just some
other kind of sin
And as the birds dove for the minnows we watched
the setting sun
And bade ourselves a sad farewell down at the beach
at Galveston
We (G) bade ourselves a (D) sad farewell
Down to the (A) beach at Galve-(D) ston
Last time: Down at the (A)beach at Galves- (Bm)
ton
We (G) bade ourselves a (D) sad farewell down at
the (A) beach at (D) Galves- (D) ton (G) (A) (Bm)
(G) (D) (A) (D) --
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Send George
Bush a Pretzel
© by D. Cherney, Antonia Lamb and Kay Rudin
Accordian; by Obie Obrien; Bck.
vocs by Antonia Lamb, Jim Fulton, D. Cherney; bell
& gong by D. Cherney
1. (A) George was in the White
House watching his TV (E)
Chewing on a pretzel and drinking his ice (A) tea
When suddenly he choked and passed out upon the
(E) ground
There was a bruise upon his cheek and scratches
all a- (A) round
(A) So send George Bush a pretzel,
send one every (E) day
Send it with best wishes and send him on his (A)
way (Okay!)
2. Then the secret service came
they took the pretzel in
They kept the pretzel up all night interrogated
him
The pretzel said I'm innocent, my story you must
hear
It wasn't an ice tea he drank, it was an ice-cold
beer
3. The pretzel got a lawyer from
the ACLU
The media just ate it up the rumors wildly flew
The president responded in a twisty wisty way
The pretzel is a terrorist send him to Guantanamo
Bay (OlÈ!)
4. Some say that the pretzel was
sent here from Iraq
Some say North Korea, they know it for a fact
But the pretzel and the president are brothers yes
they are
No matter what their differences they both start
with PR
5. Now George said send one dollar
so Afganie kids can eat
But the only thing he sent them was a cluster bombing
treat
But if you want to feed them in their starving neighborhood
Send George Bush a pretzel and do those kids some
good
© 2004, 2002 by Darryl Cherney,
Antonia Lamb and Kay Rudin
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Take Me To
Belize
© by Darryl Cherney
Intro: (bass line down to)(G)(C)
(C) It's cold and rainy here up north (F) I think
it's time to venture forth
(G) So honey please, take me to (C) Belize
We'll leave the dogs and cats behind
(F) It's only three weeks, they won't mind
(G) Just give them a big squeeze, then take me to
(C) Belize
Chorus: Take me to (F) Belize,
It's where I want to (C) go
Take me to(F)Belize I love the tropics (coral, Punta,
jaguar)(G) so, oh, oh
(F)I hear that they speak English there(C)we'll
walk around without a care
(G) So honey, please take me to (C) Belize
Take the boat taxi to Cay Cork
before it's built up like New York
Don't be such a tease, Take me to Belize
We'll walk barefoot on the beach, it's in our economic
reach
So what if there's sand fleas, take me to Belize
The snorkeling tour will be a
lark, we'll see sting rays and pet a shark
Off the Cay of Ambergris, take me to Belize
Then in Dangriga we will barhop, drink Belikin until
we drop
I'm down upon my knees, take me to Belize
To San Ignacio we'll take a bus,
the jungle it was made for us
I love rainforest trees, take me to Belize
The Guatemalan ruins we may see, I hope the bandits
don't rob me
Just leave me my car keys then take me to Belize
I hear the water's safe to drink,
we won't even have to think
So honey, please, take me to Belize, So honey, please,
take me to Belize!
Jonathan Spaulding on percussion,
D. Cherney on keyboard
© 2004, 2000 by Darryl
Cherney, All rights reserved
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