Weird Folk Day 2 - Brother Jack
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Day 2

Ode to Death

Signs of the Time

Ode to Death – a song about death

When the end comes 

Well, you have to say goodbye

So long, see you later

Wish I didn’t have to go

Here I am checking out 

I bought the farm

Well, I wish I didn’t have to go

That which makes all men terrified

In which we are all glorified

That which makes the bravest man cry

An atheist will give a priest a chance

One day the old reaper will find you

There is no earthly way to hide

It’s inevitable you’ll die here

It’s just a waiting game

With his wicked scythe, he’ll cut you down

They’ll raise up that old burial mound

Poisoned, stabbed, old age, or drowned

He’ll find a way to claim you

When the end comes 

Well, you have to say goodbye

So long, see you later

Wish I didn’t have to go

Here I am checking out 

I bought the farm

Well, I wish I didn’t have to go

Black man, white man, and a patriot

Anarchist, trans, and a terrorist

People you know and all the people you hate

It’s a great equalizer

Car accident or a suicide

Medical complications, a genocide

Natural causes or a homicide 

So many different ways to go here

Heaven, hell, reincarnation

Purgatory, moral motivation

Darkness or a sunny vacation

Either way its the end, now

When the end comes 

Well, you have to say goodbye

So long, see you later

Wish I didn’t have to go

Here I am checking out 

I bought the farm

Well, I wish I didn’t have to go

For which all the songs have been song

That which makes scary movies fun

Makes a painter paint the setting sun

It’s artistic inspiration

It destroys life for a mother

Carves a great divide for two lovers

Please, don’t let my dog suffer

Here, we’ve all known some loss

It leaves us crying in it’s wake

Inflicting pain we just can’t take

Despite empty promises we make

It’s so hard to put them to rest

When the end comes 

Well, you have to say goodbye

So long, see you later

Wish I didn’t have to go

Here I am checking out 

I bought the farm

Well, I wish I didn’t have to go

I got questions I want answers to

Don’t think I can let go of you

Guess letting go is what you’d want me to do

So here I am moving on

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Signs of the Time – a song about rusty trains and the demise of modern society

Going across town on the 8th street bridge

Passing that old railroad yard

Noses to tails, they are lining up

As far as I can see here, it’s rusty old trains

As far as I can see here, it’s rusty old trains

Rusty old trains and burned out cars

Vacant store fronts down on the boulevard

Busted out windows down at the old churchyard

It’s the sign of the time

The face of our demise

It’s the sign of the time

My old grandma used to hang her laundry out

Hanging it all out for the whole world to see

Grandaddy’s underwear said made in the USA

Now we’re too embarrassed to hang our fat clothes out

We’re too embarrassed to hang our dirty clothes out

Rusty old trains and burned out cars

Vacant storefronts down on the boulevard

Busted out windows down at the old church yard

It’s the sign of the time

The face of our demise

The sign of the time

Everyone I know is in a great big hurry

The faster you go here the quicker you’ll get there

The end of the road is the same here for everyone

I’m going to take my time here and look at the scenery

I’m gonna take my time here and look at the scenery

Rusty old trains and burned out cars

Vacant storefronts down on the boulevard

Busted out windows down at the old church yard

It’s the sign of the time

The face of our demise

The sign of the time

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