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In The Green Room
03:58
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Ooh, in the Green Room
Ooh, Peter Green knew
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2. |
Different Highway
04:08
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Different Highway Glen A. Foster
That was me you saw for a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of your eye
You were standing in line with him waiting there
When I went shuffling by
You looked so cute when I caught your glance
Your ticket in your hand
I knew you were excited to see me again
Here on my one night stand
Chorus
Now I'm behind the wheel, moving ahead, I don't know what it means
I don't know where it leads, or when it ends, but the way it seems
I'm on a Different Highway
But it’s the same old dream
Was there ever a time when you thought of me
As something more than just a friend
Was I really only ever just a guy you met
A means to an end
We could have fallen in love if we had more time
I felt it in my heart
But I was chasing a dream down a Different Highway
You knew it from the start
Bridge
What I’m trying to say in this song
I miss your pretty face
I’ve been dying to tell you for oh so long but
I’m in this weird head space
Now as the days drag on and the hours crawl past
I'm still in the driver’s seat
It's an ever-changing scene as the miles roll by
There's still so much I haven't seen
I wish that I could start over again and
Do it all a better way
I'd take a Different Highway to find you there
We’d start a brand new day
A Different Highway, but it’s the same old dream
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Lyrics are included in the songs Seeing Red, Friends Like That and Don't Need A Reason
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4. |
Hammer Pull
02:47
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Instrumental - no lyrics
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5. |
Me and Maggy
04:18
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Have you ever stopped to wonder why
Sometimes it seems the sun will never shine
Soon you start to see that’s the way it always seems to be
Well as all the years fly past
We try to make the good times last
Laughing when we can and living kinda’ fancy free
Chorus
Me and Maggy making memories
Making the most of each moment is all it means
Dreaming ‘bout tomorrow and living for today
Me and Maggy making memories
Well I’ve had my fun around town
And my running around didn’t gain any ground
Just a well-worn pair of shoes and a few paid up dues
Well Maggy I’ve made up my mind
And I promise it’s the very last time
Now I’m coming home to you, what we’re gonna do is start out anew
Bridge
And we remember happy times lying out in the sun
Driving ‘round together in the van having fun
We never had a care we always had the blues on the run
Chorus
Me and Maggy making memories
Making the most of each moment is all it means
Dreaming ‘bout tomorrow and living for today
Together now forever, for as far as we can see
Me and Maggy making memories
Me and Maggy making memories
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6. |
Language Of Religion
06:16
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The Big Man is the leader, the provider and protector of the clan
Powerful, persuasive, dangerous, a visionary shaman
A deity demands respect, has influence, and rules with an iron hand
Don't dare disgrace, disagree, disregard or disrespect the plan
Worship the moon, the sun and stars in awe and adulation
Recite the mystic laws of truth, behold the Language of Religion
A pastor preaching doctrine, a passionate, prophetic proclamation
Power hungry leaders quoting scripture pit nation against nation
Big business’ prime directive, a path to follow, don’t wander from the fold
Starving people bleeding taxes, churches and cathedrals filled with gold
Holy war crusaders dealing death and desolation
Angels sing their liturgy in Latin, the Language of Religion
Chorus
The language of religion is a high and mighty tower
Cradled with compassion yields the fragrance of a flower
The language of religion is a fire that devours
Delivered with conviction and contempt it wields subversive power
A rabbi speaks in riddles, the faithful listen silently tongue tied
The synagogue’s enraptured, the congregation trembles hypnotized
With his talisman he talks in tongues, believers too dumbfounded to reply
Alluding to an afterlife and death leaves everybody mesmerized
What in the world was he mumbling, it didn’t mean a smidgeon
The crowd becomes ecstatic as they listen to the Language of Religion
The language of religion is a high and mighty tower
Cradled with compassion yields the fragrance of a flower
The language of religion is a fire that devours
Delivered with conviction and contempt it wields subversive power
Hero worship rules the world, idol adoration’s a way of life
Verbiage wrought with ritual, vocabulary’s richly sanctified
Believing beyond faith, betrayed, dismayed, afraid, they pay the ultimate price
Man becomes a martyr, many make a supreme sacrifice
Reap your treasures up in heaven, peck at pleasures like a pigeon
The promise of salvation, so seductive, the Language of Religion
The language of religion - a high and mighty tower
The language of religion - the fragrance of a flower
The language of religion - a fire that devours
The language of religion - wields subversive power
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7. |
Final Act Of Defiance
03:00
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Final Act of Defiance by Glen A Foster
Hey there mister don’t you push too hard
Got a chip on your shoulder the size of a car
You’re flashing your cash like you got a big stash
But talking that trash don’t hide who you are
You act so tough like a foul mouth giant, step back
It’s a final act of defiance
It’s not a trend, It’s not a FAD
It’s neither good, nor really bad
Can’t tell who’s winning, we’re all pretending
Good luck beginning, it’s never ending
Could be corrupted by non-compliance
It’s a final act of defiance
Not just a phase I’m going through
I have my days, I do what I do
I’ve been labeled a non-conformist
Say I’m unstable, the weight’s enormous
Might be mistaken for self-reliance
It’s a final act of defiance
Not some new fashion, the next big thing
A crowd of fascists are rioting
The end of my rope is frayed and twisted
I’ve tried to cope, I’m too tight fisted
No strange new fact of some weird science
It’s a final act of defiance
It’s not rebellion or revolution
I don’t seek asylum or absolution
Not on a mission to make things better
Don’t sign petitions, won’t write a letter
Not like we’re forming a loose alliance
It’s a final act of defiance
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8. |
White Funeral
05:00
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Well Old Snake he’s worried, he can’t find his way back home
Old Snake he’s worried, he can’t find his way back home
Old Snake he’s worried, he can’t find his way back home
He’s lost out on the desert and sure enough it looks like snow
It’s a sure sign of winter, the geese are flying south
A sure sign of winter, when you see that harvest moon full out
A sure sign of winter, it don’t leave much room for doubt
It’s going to be a White Funeral if Old Snake don’t make it out
Well I’m broke down on the highway, my truck is run out of gas
Broke down on the highway, I think my front tire is flat
Broke down on the highway, but things wouldn’t look so bad
If I only had my syphon, if only had that cursed jack
Just two hours til sundown sitting by the side of the road
Two hours til sundown, laden with a heavy load
Two hours til sundown, his blood is cold and flowing slow
It’s going to be a White Funeral if Old Snake don’t make it home
Well Old Snake he’s worried, he can’t find his way back home
Old Snake he’s worried, he can’t find his way back home
Old Snake he’s worried, he can’t find his way back home
He’s lost out on the desert and sure enough it’s starting to snow
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They don’t need a reason to hate you
They don’t need an excuse to act that away
Why try to please ‘em, they’ll only berate you
Don't let anyone ever say you're not okay
You play your guitar, dream of being a star
If you work real hard you’re gonna go far
So you put on a show to let the people know
There’s one in every crowd says you play too loud
They don’t need a reason to hate you
They don’t have to explain everything they say
They’d try you for treason, ‘cause they can’t relate to you
Don't let anyone ever say you're not okay
I guess I'll go on-line, share what’s on my mind
Express a point of view, offend a friend or two
You need an ally to confront a Facebook foe
Somewhere in that thread they’d like to see you dead
They don’t need a reason to hate you
Don’t expect them to change at the end of the day
Must be the season, they’d rather sedate you
Don't let anyone ever say you're not okay
I think I’ll just stay home, leave well enough alone
I think I know what’s right but why start a fight
You’re damned if you do and criticized if you don’t
You can dive right in but you can never win
They don’t need a reason
They don’t need a reason
Don't let anyone ever say you're not okay
Don't let anyone ever say you're not okay
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10. |
Seeing Red (Radio Edit)
03:56
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I spent my life running, running from my fears
All those days were wasted worrying what lies ahead
I've been emerging for over fourty years
Everything's so clear like the words I hear here in my head
I'm Seeing Red
I’m seeing red, I’m seeing red, I’m seeing red, I’m seeing red
Along the highway of tears a Red Dress hangs in a tree
A solemn reminder of so many lives lost through the years
An Orange t-shirt waving, blows freely in the breeze
A symbol of pain and abuse that’s gone on for too long around here
Chorus:
The Green light says Go but I'm Seeing Red (I’m seeing red)
No I don't want to Stop but I know I don’t want to give in
Don’t want to end up dead
I get so mad it’s like road rage, I keep racing ahead
The Green Light says Go, Amber alert, I’m seeing red
I'm Seeing Red
You sold a lie, broke your oath, stole the truth
People deceived, powers believed they stood above
They're all only words however absurd, never fail to lose
Can someone explain, I’m trying in vain, so little remains of love
Chorus:
The Green light says Go but I'm Seeing Red (I’m seeing red)
No I don't want to Stop but I know I don’t want to give in
Don’t want to end up dead
I get so mad it’s like road rage, I keep racing ahead
The Green Light says Go, Amber alert, I’m seeing red
I'm Seeing Red
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Glen Foster Group Nanaimo, British Columbia
Glen Foster is an accomplished multi-instrumentalist, singer songwriter, entertainer, music producer and president of his own companies: Rescue Records, Parent Publishing & Productions. He was a professional music teacher for over 20 years. He has studied rock, jazz, Chet Atkins finger style, Hawaiian, and classical guitar, has been awarded two silver medals from the Royal Conservatory of Music. ... more
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