Video for "Whistling Past the Graveyard" - Paul Metsa

Video on YouTube at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jwpiYwa86E

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Larry Kegan with the Paul Metsa Group, Clinton Rally, Oct. 1998

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Dedicated to Larry Kegan, Born 1942 - Departed This Earth 9-11-2001.

At the Driftwood Char Bar and Grill (www.driftwoodcharbar.com), Minneapolis. 9-12-2009.

"Whistling Past the Graveyard" from the album "Whistling Past the Graveyard"
Words & Music by Paul Metsa / Paul Metsa Music - BMI.

MP3 and CD available at Itunes, Amazon, CDBaby.com, PaulMetsa.com and MaximumFolk.com.

WHISTLING PAST THE GRAVEYARD
Do not play with matches
Cause matches will start a fire
Keep your foot above flames
When walking on the wire
Life is sweet but time is short
Keep your train on the track

CHORUS

When youre whistlin past the graveyard
And the graveyard whistles back
Dont forget your mother
She brought you in this world
You are the dream that she once had
Since she was just a little girl
Send her cards and flowers
Dont step on the crack

Repeat Chorus

The world dont owe you nothing

Dont even know your name
You might be a king or queen
But the end treats you just the same
Drop your crumbs before you leave
Dont cover up your tracks

Repeat Chorus

Someday you may loose your true love
To a stranger in a crowd
Same story for a thousand years
That makes you cry out loud
But one day shell find that stranger
Is just a con man in a gunny sack

Repeat Chorus

Go to your confession
Read your horoscope
Tell a white lie to a rabbi
Make a collect call to the Pope
But the faith that will save you
Will also break your back

Repeat Chorus

You might be in a wheelchair
Or have to step so light
Around the world in 80 days
At the speed of light
Everything that is given to you
May one day be taken back

Repeat Chorus

Video of "Robots on Death Row" in Concert

Robots on Death Row from the album "Paper Tigers".
Words & Music by Paul Metsa / Paul Metsa Music - BMI.

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Live at First Avenue, Minneapolis, Minnesota. March 4, 1996.

MP3 and CD available at Itunes, Amazon, CDBaby.com, PaulMetsa.com and MaximumFolk.com.

ROBOTS ON DEATH ROW
You dont like my train,
baby you dont have to drive my track
Tell your switchblade monkey
he dont have to ride your back
Tell your half-moon waitress
it aint no high wire show
You drop old lovers like dominoes,
your barb wired blanket is a ready to go
Just like a robot on death row
Shoot dogs, train the doctors
Who put the bell on you, Airmen in helicopters
You said they fell on you
Your mechanical street queen, you can feel his whistle blow
Aint no difference mama plugged in Romeo
Youre the first to ask questions but the last one to know
Just like a robot on death row
Your piano is poison they buried your window sill
You lick your lips for no reason my broke-down whippoorwill
My cast iron princess is now turpentine
I want to ask you about those exploding valentines
You sit in the corner donkeys are wild in Mexico
Just like a robot on death row
Throw rocks in the river, river gonna run you down
Youre an Indian giver you live at the lost and found
I can tell by your shoes that you walk on the water
It aint no news at all you led the lambs to slaughter
Will you be saved by the soldiers that know
Just like a robot on death row
You made me pay for what you gave to the others for free
Your man-boy told me how you got your masters degree
You keep all your goodness in a porcelain dish
You traded forgiveness for a black hooded wish
Your tongue is in traction you cant tell what you know
Just like a robot on death row
Ill buy you a thumb-ride, give you a broken wheel
Theres holes in your raincoat, baby I know how that feels
You wouldnt answer the door if you were knockin outside
Looked at the eight ball saw floorshow suicide
Your guardian angel packed her bags hit the road
Just like a robot on death row