Can You Hear the Angels Callin

Peter Michelini

Can you hear the angels calling

with the promise on their lips to bring me love

You know I've been so lonely,

and could use some help from above

 

I've been searchin, I've been searchin,

with no one to satisfy my soul

Such a sad sad feelin when what you need,

you can't control

 

Need my baby so bad,

and I have no idea where she might be

Sweet angels can you hear me callin,

Won't cha please bring my love down to me

Chaos

Peter Michelini

Chaos is being forecast for sometime this afternoon

I'm inside doin my taxes while the kids are watchin their cartoons

But outside, the streets are empty

And the graves, they're full of macho men

 

I live on a one-way street, been here since I began to vote

All this time I been trying to get it out, but all I could do is clear my throat

Cause outside, the streets are empty

And the graves, they're full of macho men

 

I was startin to think I'm someone else, thinking maybe I should change my name

But you said that's no good, cause everything would still be the same

Because outside the streets are empty

And the graves, they're full of macho men

 

The answer was plain as day, I just had to give up some of my control

Now I'm dancing in the street, dancing and lightin up my soul,

The macho men, they keep risin up

But I stopped hidin from what I know

The Cow Don't Give a Damn

Peter Michelini

I got a pain down in my gut,

eatin me from the inside out

I know I been havin too much to think,

tryin to get to what this is all about

But take a look out the window

The turkeys don’t care and the cows,

they don’t give a damn

 

It’s been so long since you left,

and I still can’t sleep at night

I argue that if I only did this or that,

everything would have been alright

But take a look out the window

The turkeys don’t care and the cows,

they don’t give a damn

 

I paid a man to hear me moan,

to whine about my troubled heart

And after he listened for sixteen months,

he said it was time for us to part

He said take a look out the window

The turkeys don’t care and the cows,

they sure don’t give a damn

Do What I Gotta Do

Peter Michelini

One plays in her garden, one fights in a war

One conquered a bank, but is greedy for more

One sits by the shore, waitin for the tide

One's hounded by pain, and thinks about suicide

I think about the things I never did and I never will

And all the possibilities of what I might do still

We were given time, to limit what we do

I think I'll take my time and do what I gotta do

 

One dances on tables, one flies through the sky

One lays in a home, while she's waiting to die

One stares at the chains, that he got from the boss

One throws you a kiss, while he hangin on a cross

I think about the things I never did and I never will

And all the possibilities of what I might do still

We were given time, to limit what we do

I think I'll take my time and do what I gotta do

 

One puts on a badge, one waits for a bus

One's runnin for office, and he's beggin for your trust

One's speakin for God, telling people they're no good

One does for others who would if they could

I think about the things I never did and I never will

And all the possibilities of what I might do still

We were given time, to limit what we do

I think I'll take my time and do what I gotta do

Hand on my Shoulder

Peter Michelini

I got the fever, running through my veins

I try my best to fight it but I'm losin once again

I got the fever, running through my veins

I try my best to fight it but I'm losin once again

There's a hand on my shoulder

I push it a-way cuz I don't wanna hear my name

 

Deep out in the woods a mother cries out for her son

She left without her shoes with her hair undone

Deep out in the woods a mother cries out for her son

She left without her shoes with her hair undone

There's a hand on my shoulder

I push it a-way I'm not ready to hear my name

 

As I'm sittin in this alley with my arms around my knees

There's something in the air, carried by a gentle breeze

I'm sittin in this alley with my arms around my knees

There's something in the air, carried by a gentle breeze

There's a hand on my shoulder

And I'm hopin it's not too late to say my name

Long Time

Peter Michelini

I’m gonna kick down this prison wall,

and walk out into the light of day

I’m gonna kick down this prison wall,

and walk out into the light of day

It took me a long time to build this jailhouse,

And even longer to see I didn’t have to stay

 

I was swimmin with my babe, when I began to drown

Tried to get her to save me, but she let me go on down

It took me two long years to see that

I could breathe without her around

 

Now I’m goin through my bucket list,

Not gonna let my chance fade away

I might never wake up tomorrow,

But I got it goin on today

It took me my whole life to see

I can’t win if I don’t play

Red Maple Tree

Peter Michelini

Nobody’s seen me naked,

Like the night I saw you with another man

It plays on and on…in my mind,

And walks with me until the day I die

I’m gonna climb to the top of my red maple tree

And wash away these memories

 

That long hot road was crazy,

But I thought my dreams were true

I never saw this shadow creepin,

And now my heart, it falls so low

I’m gonna climb to the top of my red maple tree

And wash away my misery

 

Nobody keeps on cryin,

When the sky is turning blue

It moves on and on…in my mind,

But now it’s time to come on home

I’m gonna stop this endless misery

And cut down my red maple tree

Trade Winds

Peter Michelini

Closed to the world, with your face to the sun

Floating on waves, and composing your song

Momma’s on the shore, fading into the fun

She’s unaware, how painful it’s been

From the corner of her eye, she sees you drifting away

Like a sand pale out to sea, filled with endless memories

She jumps to her feet and wades to her knees,

and cries to the distance

You never have done it without me - before

 

Mama don’t worry, I can do it, you’ll see

These trade winds are yours, can’t you see

I’ll be home in the spring and we’ll talk about things, just you and me

And we’ll whisper, about our trips, in the endless sea.

 

Now she sits in her den, and she's waiting for spring

Some don’t return, but she can’t think about that

She sips on her wine and stares into the past

Next time will be different, I’ll do better, I’ll see about that

 

Mama don’t worry, I can do it, you’ll see

These trade winds are yours, can’t you see

I’ll be home in the spring and we’ll talk about things, just you and me

And we’ll whisper, about our trips, in the endless sea