LOU SWEIGMAN
Look for this symbol - - 
- - to hear samples of Lou's songs.
Dorothy chased her rainbow
Judy faced the rain
While demons dressed like wizards whispered only one refrain
She tried to resist them
They were just too strong
Now Judy is a ghost who lives in celluloid and song
And the legacy runs from needles to guns
And no one's immune to the pain
From Marilyn to River Phoenix
From Elvis to Kurt Cobain
Real Audio
Some fall to the bottle
Crawl inside to cope
But they seem bound to drain it down to their last ounce of hope
All of us need crutches
Just to stumble through
There's some who find the sturdy kind - and some who never do
And the legacy runs from needles to guns
And no one's immune to the pain
From Marilyn to River Phoenix
From Elvis to Kurt Cobain
Maybe they were victims
Of that star machine
Or maybe they just gave away their souls to reach their dreams
Well, everyone's a critic
Even death gets judged
But fingerprints ain't evidence of nothing when they're smudged
And the legacy flows from heroes to those
Who've never known fortune or fame
From Hemingway to Jimi Hendrix
From Janis to what's-her-name
Dorothy chased her rainbow
Judy chased her pain
Like Marilyn and River Phoenix
Like Elvis and Kurt Cobain
Copyright © 1995 by Lou Sweigman
Try another song:
Back To:
If any land could weep then this land would
This soil has been steeped in victim's blood
Men come to carve the heart out of this earth
They slaughter sons and daughters
Then they pray for their rebirth
And the Jew cries "Never again!"
He picks up a gun and then
He lets the blood run
In old Jerusalem
Real Audio
Beneath the shadow of the Holocaust
The memory of six million who were lost
The odor of the ovens still exists
The cattle cars and tattooed arms
Are whispering "Resist"
And the Jew cries "Never again!"
He picks up a gun and then
He lets the blood run
In old Jerusalem
From Exodus to Auschwitz and beyond
This ancient Intafada rages on
Who reaps the withered fruit that history's own
The soldier not much older
Than the child who throws the stone
While the Jew cries "Never again!"
He picks up a gun and then
He lets the blood run
In old Jerusalem
The hand of hate has torn the Middle East
As many pray for war as pray for peace
Once Jesus and Mohammed walked this ground
The teacher and the preacher
What would they be saying now
As the Jew cries "Never again!"
He picks up a gun and then
He lets the blood run
In old Jerusalem
If any land could weep then this land would......
Copyright © 1994 by Lou Sweigman
Try another song:
Back To:
I wore my best Bob Dylan smile
And she played "Blonde on Blonde"
That razor's edge don't feel so bad
With "Sad-Eyed Lady of The Lowlands" on
We danced around the room a while
The moon tattooed her skin
I knew her ghosts were watching when
She opened up the window - let the wind blow in
And ooo - sometimes it's true
Life gets sliced to the bone
By a bolt from the blue
The candle in the corner
Did a wicked dance and died
The shadows hid her eyes and then
I realized we didn't need the light
With "Visions of Johanna"
And with visions all our own
We went to bed together
And woke up in the morning even more alone
And ooo - sometimes it's true
Life gets sliced to the bone
By a bolt from the blue
Now this question keeps on scratching
It keeps sniffing at my door
It's hungry for an answer
But there ain't no bones to throw no more
I only have this photograph
I framed it for my wall
But it's the blur of aftermath
My flash just wasn't fast enough to catch the fall
And ooo - what can you do
When life gets sliced to the bone
By a bolt from the blue
Said - ooo sometimes it's true
Life gets sliced to the bone
By a bolt from the blue
Copyright © 1992 by Lou Sweigman
Try another song:
Back To:
Mary turns the covers down
Slips into her loneliness
Watching phantom lovers drown
In her stream of consciousness
One by one they sink below
Swallowed by her gravity
Mary thinks that undertow
Is an act of charity
The moon is a holy light
Pouring through the dark tonight
Where Mary's heart is lost
Deep in mortal thought
Mary keeps her memories
Locked inside a secret room
Gave away the only key
To a half forgotten groom
Now and then he reappears
Like some pale tuxedoed ghost
Mary has no use for tears
So she keeps her window closed
But the moon is a holy light
Pouring through the pane tonight
Where Mary bears her cross
Deep in mortal thought
Mary twirls a golden strand
'Round her finger like a ring
Sad peroxide wedding band
Isn't hiding anything
Revelations come and go
Shadowed vision - whispered voice
Mary doesn't want to know
Sometimes though she has no choice
Ah the moon is a holy light
Pouring through like truth tonight
Where Mary's youth is lost
Deep in mortal thought
Copyright © 1992 by Lou Sweigman
Try another song:
Back To:
Born too soon
Son of the man in the moon
Tiny cries laced
With your mother's mistakes
The needle, the flame and the spoon
Born too soon
Born too soon
No flowers, no cards no balloons
The virus contained
In your innocent veins
Is already planning your ruin
Born too soon
When the bough breaks
Baby will fall
Through the cracks in the hearts and the souls of us all
Born too soon
A question unasked I assume
The answer arrives
In death sentenced lives
No pardon, reprieve or review
Born too soon
When the bough breaks
Baby will fall
Through the cracks in the hearts and the souls of us all
Born too soon
Asleep in your hospital room
It's too late to stop
The hands on the clock
They're already pointing past noon
Born too soon
Born too soon
Son of the man in the moon
The virus contained
In your innocent veins
The needle, the flame and the spoon
Born too soon
Copyright © 1996 by Lou Sweigman
Try another song:
Back To:
And her scent is on your fingers
And her taste is on your tongue
To the victor go the spoils
But you've soiled all you've won
And the damage that you did to her
Can never be undone
There is only so much solace
In the bottle or the gun
You have taken every trust that ever mattered
And left it shattered
And the prophecies of pleasure
The promises of pain
Were the fire that forged your prison bars
The steel that formed your chain
Once the innocence is stripped away
You're left with what remains
A believer in naivete
Your worship was in vain
You have taken every heart that ever mattered
And left it shattered
She was drifting like a vapor
Walking in her sleep
When you woke her with a passion
That was dangerous and deep
She was captured by a vision
That was never hers to keep
A dishonest leap of faith is still a leap
You have taken every vow that ever mattered
And left it shattered
There's no reason to remember
Just this feeling to forget
It's a trifle for your conscience
You're the master of regret
But tonight she's like a second skin
Your sheets are soaking wet
And the scent of her still lingers
And her taste is with you yet
You have taken every truth that ever mattered
And you left it shattered
Copyright © 1996 by Lou Sweigman
Try another song:
Take a look at...
Back To:
WEB Design by
DYNAMIC WEB PAGES
This page's URL is http://www.dynrec.com/loulyric.html
