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Lyrics to songs on 'Democracy' by Stephanie Rearick.

Stephanie Rearick - Democracy
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Flyboy
Motorcade
Nothing New
Night
Democracy (Leonard Cohen)
Across the Universe (Lennon/McCartney)
Cosmos and Asters
Dear Shadow
In the Rain
Birthright
Man who Stole Tomorrow
Native Tongue
You Don't Know
sonnet entitled how to run the world) (poem by e.e. cummings)

Democracy was recorded over a period of several months during the winter of 2006/2007. All of the tracking was done by Stephanie Rearick at 14 Lonely Studios except Man who Stole Tomorrow and sonnet entitled how to run the world), which were both recorded by Ed Reardon at Big Recording Studio. All mixing was done by Stephanie Rearick except: Flyboy, Nothing New, Birthright and sonnet, which were mixed by Ed Reardon at Big; and Democracy, which was mixed by Jon Hain at 14 Lonely Studios and Ed Reardon at Big. Mastering by Brian Daly at DNA Studios.

Flyboy
© 2007, Stephanie Rearick
Flyboy,
You won't know what won't hurt you and
My boy,
You were born to the purple and

I need you now
like the 
lump in my bed
needs the hole in my head
and you won't
hear a sound
if you knew what I said
I'd be better off dead and you're

Flying low
over the wheat
Stunning the sheep
with your hook beak and apple cheeks
I'm alright 
stuck on the wheat
Cunning but weak
I swear I won't make a peep

I need you now
like the 
lump in my bed
needs the hole in my head
and you won't
hear a sound
if you knew what I said
I'd be better off dead 

cuz the hole in my head wants the lump in your bed

Fly away, Flyboy
sail over the rooftops
and swim through 
the ether
on silent
wings

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Motorcade
© 2007, Stephanie Rearick
If you had a market for a 
seven-letter sobriquet
you'd gussy up the motorcade
and show 'em what you got

And then when you back away
it doesn't matter anyway
because you've got no time to pay
for what they think you've bought.

You don't know
you don't say
Everybody knew she hung around the CIA
and if you didn't spell her middle name it'd be OK
and her husband had it coming to him anyway
You don't need a calendar to tell you it's today

And if you had a market for a 
hundred-level microwave
you'd sully up the motorcade
and show 'em what you got.

When you cart the ash away
you know what all your friends will say
they might still like you anyway
unless things get too hot.

You don't say
you don't know
Light that baby up and you can show us where to go
File all the paperwork and then collect your dough
Then ring up the sitter and find out how much she knows
You don't need a weatherman to tell you that it blows.

And if you had a market for a
category hurricane
you'd 
rev up the motorcade
and show
'em
what
you
got


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Nothing New
© 2007, Stephanie Rearick
I would lie
You would steal
I would cheat 
You would kill
and where you'll go
they may never know

I will weep
They will scoff
You will keep
What they lost

and I will die for you
and I am nothing new

I feel the Rapture
crawling up my leg
I hear the rumbling earthquake
I see your Golden Boy 
staring into space
I fear his warm embrace
and 

I will die for you
and I am nothing new
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Night
© 2007, Stephanie Rearick
When night falls 
down
you pray to see

When light goes still
you strain to be

you're on your own
you know

When air will bear no sound
you hear to breather

you're on your own

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Democracy
© Leonard Cohen
Stranger Music (BMI), Sony ATV Music Publishing, used with permission.
It's coming through a hole in the air,
from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
It's coming from the feel
that it ain't exactly real,
or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
From the wars against disorder,
from the sirens night and day,
from the fires of the homeless,
from the ashes of the gay:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
It's coming through a crack in the wall;
on a visionary flood of alcohol;
from the staggering account
of the Sermon on the Mount
which I don't pretend to understand at all.
It's coming from the silence
on the dock of the bay,
from the brave, the bold, the battered
heart of Chevrolet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming from the sorrow on the street,
the holy places where the races meet;
from the homicidal bitchin'
that goes down in every kitchen
to determine who will serve and who will eat.
From the wells of disappointment
where the women kneel to pray
for the grace of God in the desert here
and the desert far away:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on
O mighty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.

It's coming to America first,
the cradle of the best and of the worst.
It's here they got the range
and the machinery for change
and it's here they got the spiritual thirst.
It's here the family's broken
and it's here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open
in a fundamental way:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming from the women and the men.
O baby, we'll be making love again.
We'll be going down so deep
the river's going to weep,
and the mountain's going to shout Amen!
It's coming like the tidal flood
beneath the lunar sway,
imperial, mysterious,
in amorous array:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on ...

I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can't stand the scene.
And I'm neither left or right
I'm just staying home tonight,
getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags
that Time cannot decay,
I'm junk but I'm still holding up
this little wild bouquet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
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Across the Universe
© Lennon/McCartney,
published by Sony ATV Tunes and EMI Blackwood Music, used with permission.
Words are flowing out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as 
they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting thorough my open mind
Possessing and caressing me

Nothing's gonna change my world

Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box
they tumble blindly as
they make their way across the universe

Nothing's gonna change my world

Sounds of laughter shades of earth
are ringing through my open ears
exciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which
shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe

Nothing's gonna change my world
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Cosmos and Asters
© 2007, Stephanie Rearick
and you know nothing
and you are nothing too
and you need nothing
nothing is part of you
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Dear Shadow
Lyrics from Found II
Dear Shadow,
I miss you so much. How is hevan?
I just love you so much. Please show me 
you still remember me. Send a sing, please also of God.
I love you guys in hevan!
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In the Rain
© 2007, Stephanie Rearick
You grew up in the rain,
you're gonna look wet.
You made it to this plane 
with few regrets.
I couldn't take the pain,
I'm willing to bet.

And I wouldn't give you nothing
and you haven't thought of 
asking for it yet.
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Birthright
© 2007, Stephanie Rearick
And while your clan's engaging 
in tense negotiations 
to apprehend the birthright of the meek 
 
you keep pretending that it's 
a brand-new situation 
but we went through this just the other week 
 
You taught your children 
nothing's free 
but now they're always grabbing 
Your only weakness 
you can't see they were always watching you 
 
You take advantage of your 
untarnished reputation 
as the keeper of the family peace 
But when your brother starts up 
another altercation 
who are you to turn the other cheek? 
 
You taught your children 
to love Jesus 
And now they're always gagging 
Mouths full of wafers 
if they could speak 
They'd be asking, asking 
 
Where were you 
when you knew? 
Where were you 
when you knew? 
 
First they came for Muslims 
then they came for Jews 
then they came for Jesus 
Will they come for you? 
 
(you were not a Muslim 
you were not a Jew 
you were not like Jesus 
Who will speak up for you?) 
 
You've always been the one to 
perform resuscitations 
while all the others stand around 
and weep 
But when your country chokes on 
its transubstantiation 
who are you to do a finger sweep? 
 
You taught your children to breathe free 
and now they're always gasping 
If they could get the air to speak 
They'd be asking asking 
 
Where were you 
when you knew? 
Crying
What to do 
when they come for you
when they come for you
Will they come for you?

You keep pretending that it's 
a brand new situation
but as the kids will see
We are history.

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Man Who Stole Tomorrow
© 2001, Stephanie Rearick
Where did you land
after your fall
You didn't land at all

Now we sit here in sorrow
with the man who stole tomorrow

You couldn't stand
She made you tall
Both had to fall 

Now we sit here in sorrow
with the man who stole tomorrow

And anyone will fell you
It's the only thing they know
Noone can ever tell that you are really in control,

How you sit in tomorrow
with the man, man who stole our sorrow

There was nothing that you wouldn't do
You did nothing that you wanted to

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Native Tongue
© 2007, Stephanie Rearick
You swept and mopped
your favorite son.
You lost your native tongue.
You played the game
that nobody won
You could have been someone

But you loved the sweets
You loved the rain-slicked streets
You worshipped the sun
You weren't the only one

You swept and mopped 
your favorite son.
You lost your native tongue
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You Don't Know
© 2007, Stephanie Rearick
You don't know
what you've got
what you've got,
what you want
what you've got,
what you want
You don't know
You don't know
What you've got
What you want

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sonnet entitled how to run the world)
Poem by e.e. cummings,
© 1935, 1963, 1991 by the Trustees for the E. E. Cummings Trust. © 1978 by George James Firmage, from COMPLETE POEMS: 1904-1962 by E. E. Cummings, edited by George Firmage. Used by permission of Liveright Publishing Corp.

A always don't there B being no such thing
for C can't casts no shadow D drink and

E eat of her voice in whose silence the music of spring
lives F feel opens but shuts understand
G gladly forget little having less

with every least each most remembering
H highest fly only the flag that's furled

(sestet entitled grass is flesh or swim
who can and bathe who must or any dream
means more than sleep as more than know means guess)

I item i immaculately owe
dying one life and will my rest to these

children building this rainman out of snow

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