COMIN' ROUND 

 

Friends said nice things about Betty

But she didn't turn an eye

Life just seemed to pass her by

No blue to be seen up in her sky

So  there she sat, on the stoop

Waiting' for someone to come on by

A forecast for drizzles and a cloudy horizon

All she could do was moan and sigh

 

Sister sister don't give up

Something, somehow, someone's coming' round

Sister sister no but but buts

Something, somehow, someone's coming' round

 

Bo wasn't one much for talking

Not that kind of guy

No long term plans out off his hands

He was just in to getting by

Till he saw Betty there bye the side of the road

A flat tire and cheeks of tears

With a jack and a lug wrench in his hand

He offered to volunteer 

 

Brother brother don't give up

Something, somehow, someone's coming' round

Brother brother no but but buts

Something, somehow, someone's coming' round

 

You cannot know the future

When your mind is full of doubt

But just when things are at their worst

Maybe you'll find it can all work out

 

It turns out when Bo changed that tire

One thing lead to another

And before you know it, Bo moved in

And Betty was a mother

Their livin’ large where flowers bloom

And the bluebirds nest and fly

Fence around the garden, a coop full of chickens

And blue is the color of their sky

 

Children children don't give up

Something, somehow, someone's coming' round

Children children no but but buts

Something, somehow, someone's coming' round

 

People people don't give up

Something, somehow, someone's coming' round

People people no but but buts

Something, somehow, someone's coming' round

  

©2019 Hank Fridell & Jeff Sweet;  Jeff Sweet Music  ASCAP, Fridell Music ASCAP

 


 

 

DON'T TAKE NO FROM A LYIN' MAN

 

Don’t take no from a lyin’ man
Don’t take no from a lyin’ man
He’ll turn you round put you upside down Don’t take no from a lyin’ man

Don’t take yes from a lyin’ man
Don’t take yes from a lyin’ man
He’ll pick your pockets clean and vanish from the scene Don’t take yes from a lyin’ man

When things are goin’ down, gettin’ beat to the ground
Will you stand up for just the rights of a few
Who will hear your words if money’s the only voice that’s heard The decision rests with you

Don’t shake hands with a lyin’ man
Don’t shake hands with a lyin’ man
He’ll make you a deal, then laugh when you squeal Don’t shake hands with a lyin’ man

Stand up to the lyin’ man
Stand up to the lyin’ man
Don’t take his bait, don’t let that bully throw his weight Stand up to the lyin’ man

When things are goin’ down, gettin’ beat to the ground
Will you stand up for just the rights of a few
Who will hear your words if money’s the only voice that’s heard The decision rests with you

 

©2019 Hank Fridell & Jeff Sweet;  Jeff Sweet Music  ASCAP, Fridell Music ASCAP

 


 

DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?  

 

I was over my head, hold your horses

Head over heels inl ove

Foaming at the mouth, down for the count

Heaven on earth, uh-huh

She wrapped me around her little finger

I was happy as a clam

When she said “jump” I’d ask how high

I was putty in her hands

 

Do you know what I mean?

Are we on the same page?

Do you know what I mean?

Have you ever been made?

 

She said I was beating around the bush

I was close but no cigar

Maybe I was barking up the wrong tree

Maybe I’d gone too far

So she burst my bubble, packed up her bags

No sense beating a dead horse

It was a hard pill to swallow, I was hung out to dry

I guess our love had run its course

 

Do you know what I mean?

Are we on the same page?

Do you know what I mean?

She rained on my parade

 

Like a fish out of water, I’m out of place 

She threw everything at me but the kitchen sink

Now I’m cryin' over spilled milk

I can’t hear myself think

We thought it would work, a piece of cake

But we couldn’t add up to a sum

She left cuz she couldn’t see

Where I was coming from

 

Do you know what Imean?

Are we on the same page?

Do you know what I mean?

Our lives were just a charade

Do you know what I mean?  

Are we on the same page?

Do you know what I mean?

She rained on my parade

  

©2019 Hank Fridell & Jeff Sweet;  Jeff Sweet Music  ASCAP, Fridell Music ASCAP

 

 

STEPPING FROM THE SHORE

 

You’re not children anymore

You’re grown and you’re stepping from the shore

 

And you want to find meaning

And you want to be free

You go where you want to

And be what you want to be

 

Sometimes things get in your way

And sometimes you can’t tell night from day

 

And you try to find meaning

And you try to be free

You go where you want to

And be what you want to be

 

Hush my darlin’ now don’t you cry

Yes it hurts to stumble, why

Are you here all alone

Did you for get to love

 

INSTRUMENTAL

 

Hush my darlin’ now don’t you cry

Yes it hurts to stumble, why

Are you here all alone

Did you for get to love

 

It’s a long way to row

But you have a long, long time to grow

 

And you want to find meaning

And you want to be free

So go where you want to

And be what you want to be 

 

©1995 Jeff Sweet;  Jeff Sweet Music  ASCAP

 


 

LITTLE BIRDS 

 

Who are these little birds
                                 
They come by each day
        
We give them seeds when it’s cold
                                      
We love their songs so gay
       
We love that they stay
 
 
Why have the little birds
 
Stayed in these mountains old
 
Why don’t they seek the Sun, where
 
Days aren’t so cold
 
It’s a hard life I’m told
 
  
Walking down a  crystal path
   
Crunch of snow under our boots
 
Stop,    pause, listening
 
To the quiet absolute
 
What do the little birds
 
Know about this day
 
You know it could be Christmas
 
The way they sing of praise
 
A day of birth you say
 
 
Maybe the little birds 
 
Remember what t’was like
 
Before we stopped listening
 
Stopped taking quiet hikes
 
Listening to the night
 
 
Walking down a crystal path
 
Crunch of snow under our boots
 
Stop,   pause, listening
 
To the quiet absolute

 

 

©2019 Hank Fridell & Jeff Sweet;  Jeff Sweet Music  ASCAP, Fridell Music ASCAP 

 


 

 

LIVE AS ONE

 

Endlessly sailing

Dark empty sea

A bright little speck

In the galaxy

 

A garden of Eden

Air, water and soil

Self preservation

Demands our toil

       

Here we are spinning round, circling the sun

We share one home, we’re on our own, why can’t we live as one?

 

Virtual boundaries

Invisible wall

Divisive words

Dogmatical

 

Here we are spinning round, circling the sun

We share one home, we’re on our own, we need to live as one

 

In the big picture

We’re one and the same

Let’s stop pointing fingers

And share the blame

 

A species’ survival

Is never assured

Working together

Ills can be cured

 

Here we are spinning round, circling the sun

We share one home, we’re on our own, why can't we live as one?

We need to live as one, it's time to live as one

 

 

©2019 Hank Fridell & Jeff Sweet;  Jeff Sweet Music  ASCAP, Fridell Music ASCAP    

 


 

WHAT IS WRONG?

 

What is wrong, with protecting the earth, affordable health care, power from the sun

What's wrong, with regulations that protect our water and air

What's wrong? Who fought for these plans

What is wrong? Who was this man

America's first Black President.

 

What is wrong, with white nationalists, hate speech, and name calling

What's wrong, with lying, building walls, and racism

What's wrong? Who fights for these things

What is wrong? Who is this man

Our America First, White President

 

America does it right, when . . .

People are inspired, and see a greater good

When people are not preyed on by fear

When we're treated with dignity and respect

With goals to strive for we will volunteer

  

What is wrong, with support for allies, public lands, and thought-through plans

What's wrong,with banking regulation, respectful discourse, transparency

What's wrong? Who fought for these things

What is wrong? Who was this man

America's first Black President

 

What is wrong with trusting instinct instead of research, & making constant crisis

What’s wrong, with big tax breaks for corporations, and cutting social welfare

What’s wrong? Who fights for these things

What is wrong? Who is this man

Our America First, White President

 

 America does it right

When we see a brighter future

People want a choice and a chance

It's time to come together, not drive us apart

Bring back the American Dream

  

America, America, of, by and for the people

America, America, that all are created equal

America, America

Oh say can you see . . .what is wrong?

 

 

©2019 Hank Fridell & Jeff Sweet;  Jeff Sweet Music  ASCAP, Fridell Music ASCAP    

 


  

DONE BEING OLD 

 

I’ve been lately thinking, really scratchin’ my head

You see my time is running out, and I wonder what lies ahead

So as with all great questions, I’m doin’ a little search

And Googlin’ up some answers, before I’m coffined up in church

Now it seems the best of minds, have determined if I address

My I’s and T’s, my P’s and Q’s, and always do my best

I’ll die knowing there’s no worry, that I have nothing to fear

For my Savior’s out there waiting, he’s got my rear

 

What does the future hold

Will it be what’s been foretold

I wanna know what’s comin’ round

When I’m done being old

 

On this there’s a difference of opinion, He might not even be a “he”

And maybe I ‘m headed for Hell, or a little purgatory

Or maybe I’ll find a pack of virgins, if I’m one of those righteous few

Or maybe nothing awaits me...... in an existential stew.

Or it could be like Blake’s Garden, Garden of Earthly Delights

Or like a Kodak moment, or like an Ah-hah! Insight

Maybe I’ll be with loved ones, family, dogs and friends

But what happens to those ass holes I’d rather not see again?

 

What does the future hold

Will it be what’s been foretold

I wanna know what’s comin’ round

When I’m done being old

 

Now one thing I found in common, with all these scenarios

Is that each seems to think their way is the way it's gotta go

So if it's just a matter of opinion, of what you want too believe

I have a few thoughts to propose on what might be right for me

 

 

What does the future hold 

Will it be what’s been foretold 

I wanna know what’s comin’ round 

When I’m done being old 

 

 

©2019 Hank Fridell & Jeff Sweet;  Jeff Sweet Music  ASCAP, Fridell Music ASCAP    

 


 

THE OTHER SIDE

 

I am of the Earth, I will blow through the sky

I will be the water, I will flow with the tides

I will move the mountains, I will bring life to the seeds

I will root in the forest, I will fall with the leaves

 

When I pass

When I pass

When I pass to the other side

 

I will move with the glaciers, I will migrate with the birds

I will sleep with the bears, I will say the Word

I will be the home of creatures that seek the lowest place

I’lll travel to the unknown, I will fill up the space

 

When I pass

When I pass

When I pass to the other side

 

I will sing in harmony, I will play with abandon

I will be the whole, I will be the random

 

I will speak the truth, I will be torn

I will be one, and rest beside you

And rest beside you

And rest beside you

With you in the morn

 

 When I pass

When I pass

When I pass to the other side

When I pass

When I pass

When I pass to the other side

 

 

©2019 Hank Fridell & Jeff Sweet;  Jeff Sweet Music  ASCAP, Fridell Music ASCAP    

 


 

STUFF ME IN A HOLE

 

Don’t bury me, don’t bury me,

6 feet down

Don’t torch my ass to a pile of ash

And seal me from the ground

 

Just stuff me in a hole, 

Then plant a little tree, 

To slowly absorb

The essence of me.

  

©2019 Hank Fridell & Jeff Sweet;  Jeff Sweet Music  ASCAP, Fridell Music ASCAP    

 


 

ASHES TO ASHES

 

No ashes to ashes

No dust to dust for me

Just turn my compost to nutrients

For the flowers and trees

 

 

©2019 Hank Fridell & Jeff Sweet;  Jeff Sweet Music  ASCAP, Fridell Music ASCAP