Jubilee (Letra)

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Jubilee slouches in the settee
He losing all will to move
He gone divy too much telly
He watching 24 hours of rubbish
He got butane he got plastic bags
His eyes are going square oh yeah
He no raver just anti social
He no going to cut his hair

HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY… NO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN, HE NOT MEAN
ENOUGH
HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY… NO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN, NOT KEEN ON
BEING LIKE ANYONE ELSE

Jubilee’s dad Billy Banker
He thinks his son is a slob
He should get out more stop scabbing
He really should go and get a job

HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY… NO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN
HE NOT MEAN ENOUGH
HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY… NO-ONE TOLD HIM WHERE TO GO
BUT HE JUST DON’T GET OUT ENOUGH
HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY… NO-ONE TOLD HIM TALK TO GIRLS
BUT HE’S JUST TOO SPOTTY
HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY… NO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN
HE NOT KEEN ON BEING LIKED BY ANYONE ELSE
SO HE JUST PLAYS ON HIS COMPUTER GAME

HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY… NO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN
HE NOT MEAN ENOUGH
HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY… NO-ONE TOLD HIM WHERE TO GO
BUT HE JUST DON’T GET OUT ENOUGH

HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY… NO-ONE TOLD HIM TALK TO GIRLS
BUT HE’S JUST TOO SPOTTY
HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY… NO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN
HE NOT KEEN ON BEING LIKED
ANYONE HE’S NOT BEING LIKE
ANYONE JUBILEE’S NOT LIKE
ANYONE ELSE

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[ music: natalie merchant/words: natalie merchant ]

[ musical arrangement: jason osborn/first violin: krista bennion feeney/second violin: mitsuru tsubota/viola: louise schulman/cello: myron lutzke/bassoon: dennis godburn/harpsicord: robert wolin
All belonging to the sait luke’s chamber orchestra)/classical guitar: scott kuney/double bass: frank luther (all directed by jason osborn) ]

He fills the flower vases, trims the candle bases, takes small change from the poor box.
Tyler has the key.
He takes nail and hammer to tack up the banner of felt scraps glued together reading,
"jesus lives in me."
Alone in the night he mocks the words of the preacher: "god is feeling your every pain."
Repair the christmas stable, restore the plaster angel.
Her lips begin to crumble and her robes begin to peel.
For bible study in the church basement, hear children gospel citing, matthew 17:15.
Alone in the night he mocks the arms of the preacher raised to the ceiling,
"tell god your pain."

To him the world’s defiled.
In lot he sees a likeness there;
He swears this sodom will burn down.
Near sacred blood there’s a dance hall where tyler glen saw a black girl and a white boy kissing shamelessly.
Black hands on white shoulders, white hands on black shoulders, dancing, and you know what’s more.
He’s god’s mad disciple, a righteous title, for the word he heard he so misunderstood.
Though simple minded, a crippled man, to know this man is to fear this man, to shake when he comes.
Wasn’t it god that let puritans in salem do what they did to the unfaithful?

Boys at the jubilee slowly sink into brown bag whiskey drinking and reeling on their feet.
Girls at the jubilee in low-cut dresses yield to the caresses and the man-handling.
Black hands on white shoulders, white hands on black shoulders, dancing, and you know what’s more.

Through the tall blades of grass he heads for the jubilee with a bucket in his right hand full of rags soaked in gasoline.
He lifts the shingles in the dark and slips the rags there underneath.
He strikes a matchstick on the box side and watches the rags ignite.
He climbs the bell tower of the sacred blood to watch the flames rising higher toward the trees.
Sirens wailing now toward the scene.

— matthew 17:15 —
— lord have mercy onmy son
— for he is a lunatick, and
— sore vexed: for oftimes he
— falleth into the fire and
— oftimes into the wate

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Have ya seen us out my honey and me
Knockin’ on the doors of fortune for weeks
In a big dead town where nothin’ is free
Lord up above throw me down the keys

Have ya seen us out my baby and me
Have ya seen us crouchin’ elbow on knee
In the curbside light of yellowed marquees
Lord up above are ya out of reach

La la la

Have ya seen us stroll my honey and me
With complete control my honey and me
Have ya seen the likes of annabel lee
She’s a little songbird singing dweedle dee dee

La la la

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Oh glad day to celebrate ‘Neath the cloudless sky
Air so sweet Water pure
Fields ripe with rye Come one, come all
Gather round Discard your Sunday shoes
Come on now Oh my land
Be a jubilee Come on girl
Come on boy Be a jubilee

Oh my land Oh my good
People don’t be shy Weave the birth of harmony
With children’s happy cries Hand in hand
We’re dancing around In a freedom ring
Come on now Oh my land
Be a jubilee Come on girl
Come on boy Be a jubilee

We will never fade away Doves shall multiply
Yet I see hawks circling the sky Scattering our glad day
With debt and despair What good hour
Will restore our troubled air? Come on people
Gather round You know what to do
Come on people Oh my land
What be troubling Oh my land
What be troubling What be troubling
What be troubling you

We are love and the future We stand in the midst of fury and weariness
Who dreams of joy and radiance? Who dreams of war and sacrifice?
Our sacred realms are being squeezed Curtailing civil liberties
Recruit the dreams that sing to thee Let freedom ring

Freedom ring Freedom ring
Jubilee Oh my land
Oh glad day Oh my land
Hear our cry Freedom ring
Oh glad day Oh my land
Jubilee Jubilee

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I can tell by the way you’re walking, you don’t want company
I’ll let you alone and i’ll let you walk on and
In your own good time you’ll be
Back where the sun can find you, under the wise wishing tree
And with all of them made we’ll lie under the shade and call it a jubilee

And i can tell by the way you’re talking, that the past isn’t letting you go
There’s only so long you can take it all on,
And then the wrongs gotta be on its own
And when you’re ready to leave it behind you,
You’ll look back and all that you’ll see
Is the wreckage and rust that you left in the dust on your way to the jubilee

And i can tell by the way you’re listening,
That you’re still expecting to hear
Your name being called like a summons to all who have failed to account
For their doubts and their fears,
They can’t add up to to much without you
And so if it were up to me i’d take hold of your hand
Saying come hear the band play your song at the jubilee

And i can tell by the way you’re searching,
For something you can’t even name
That you haven’t been able to come to the table,
Simply glad that you came
When you feel like this try to imagine that we’re all like frail boats on the sea
Just scanning the night for that great guiding light announcing the jubilee

And i can tell by the way you’re standing with your eyes filling with tears
That it’s habit alone that keeps you turning for home, even though your home is right here
Where the people who love you are gathered, under the wise wishing tree
May we all be considered then straight on delivered down to the jubilee

Because to people who love you are waiting,
And they’ll wait just as long as need be
When we look back and say those were halcyon days
We’re talking about jubilee