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SCENES FROM A MARRIAGE



Tonight, it rains on our love. But you’re still the one I’m dreaming of.
On a boat bound for India, I look out into the rain and see you
Telling me that night is our future. But I’m stuck in this prison and
Dying of thirst. Of all possible worlds, this must be the worst.
Tonight, it rains on our summer interlude. We’re out of love and out of food.
I look at photographs of waiting women,
As I sit in the porch swing, dreamin’ of swimmin’
And the night comes down like sawdust and tinsel.

The night whispers a lesson in love. I lie below; you drift above,
As we journey into autumn. You say things bounce when they hit the bottom.
I look into the face of the magician. I dream of the smiles of a summer night.
They remind me of the winter light that glimmers from the seventh seal.
Tonight, I don’t know how to feel. You talk about picking wild strawberries.
Are these the nights that every man married?
I look at your face now as through a glass darkly.

Tonight, you’re so close to my life.
Can a man see the world through the eyes of his wife?
I listen to you sing about the crisis in our virgin spring.
The night in your song is your persona. I look into the devil’s eye.
You look out the screen door and ask me why
The raining darkness is so full of silence
I reply it’s a matter of circumstance. Tonight, it rains on our summer interlude. We’re out of love and we’re out of food.
As the summer rain plays an autumn sonata.

Tonight, it rains on our love. But you’re still the one I’m dreaming of.
I dream of the smiles of a summer night. They remind me of the winter light
That leads us into the hour of the wolf. You speak of the touch and the shame
And of letting our mad love grow tame. I can almost see you face to face
In the silver lines these raindrops trace. Our love has become a serpent’s egg.
You touch the serpent between my legs,
And the night around us hatches our cries and whispers.



Words and Music by Galen Green c 1978


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WHAT THEY DIDN'T TELL US IN SUNDAY SCHOOL

%%%%%%%%%%%%% MONEY CONQUERS LOVE Money conquers all. It bends the oak of unspeakable truth. Money is the wrench that twists the brains of lovers Upon their pillows. There’s a thirst lurks inside Only money can quench. But don’t bother looking for money deep in the green wood. Don’t waste your life digging beneath the briar. For money flows freely, far beneath this river, To those who inherit it, easy as fire. Money, sex and power are the hurricanes which rip through The temples of peace, like plagues, like poisons. Money conquers all, and so we swallow its lies, Which lead us into these hellish seasons. Money buys health and youth and life and leather. Don’t let them tell you different. Even in China, Money remains the shield around the skull and the main string Between the lingum and the yoni. Money glares down at us like a judge from its bench and Will not weep or bend like a wind or a willow. We glut our guts on money until we’re broke, Then whore for more until we’re thin and hollow. Money even supercedes the quest for bosoms. Eyes, lips, flesh — even the airplane of love,- Even passion’s ocean’s shallow by comparison to Money’s deep champagne. My love, bright love, it’s to your touch I aspire. Yet I lack the money to put you into the mood for The respect I need to win the favor of the glutton Within you to whom money is food. Money, sex and power, in Carolina, and here Are all one word, slurred together. My love, bright love, it’s you to whom these dull brains point, As I watch money buy even the weather. Money conquers love. And so I follow you, bright love, Into the heat to soak up what wealth might Let me be your lover, if only just long enough to Learn to tolerate this joke. Money conquers love. And so I follow you, bright love, Into the heat to soak up what wealth might Let me be your lover, if only just long enough to Learn to tolerate this joke. Words and Music by Galen Green c 1986 %%%%%%%%%%%%%

EYES ON THE PRIZE

(Greens Version)




1. Bound and gagged by the powers that be,
gonna build a better world for you and me.
Keep your eyes on the prize. Hold on!

I’m layin’ it down, and you don’t have to answer,
But the streets of this world are paved with cancer.
Keep your eyes on the prize. Hold on!

REFRAIN: Hold on. Hold on.
Keep your eyes on the prize. Hold on.

2. Grandkids a-comin’, better clean this joint;
otherwise, I’m a-wonderin’ what’s the point??
Keep your eyes on the prize. Hold on!

Clean air, clean water, that’s what we need.
But that means we gotta curb the rich folks’ greed.
Keep your eyes on the prize. Hold on!
(...repeat refrain...)

3. I don’t know, but I’ve been told
Capital Hill been bought and sold.
Keep your eyes on the prize. Hold on!

That river of Denial, it’s a-chilly an’ wide.
If you wanna get across, you better get on our side.
Keep your eyes on the prize. Hold on!
(...repeat refrain...)

4. Bound and gagged by the powers that be,
gonna build a better world for you and me.
Keep your eyes on the prize. Hold on!

But inch-by-inch and hand-in-hand,
Sisters & Brothers, we can save this land.
Keep your eyes on the prize. Hold on!
(...repeat refrain twice...)


Words by Galen Green c 1989