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Saigon, it was all gone. The same Coke machines, as the streets I grew on. Down a mesquite canyon, we come walking along the ridge. Me and the brothers under the bridge Campsite's, [an] hour's walk from nearest road or town, 'cause there's too much brush and canyon for the CHP choppers to touch down. I ain't lookin' for nothin'. Just wanna live. Me and the brothers under the bridge Come the Santa Ana's, man, that dry brush will light. Billy Devon got burned up in his own campfire one Winter's night. We buried his body in the white stones high up on the ridge. Me and the brothers under the bridge In another town, in the street life, For nothin' you could end up on, the wrong end of someone's knife. I don't want no trouble, and I ain't got none to give. Me and the brothers under the bridge I come home in '72, You were just a beautiful light, in your mama's dark eyes of blue. And I stood down there on the tarmac, I was just a kid. Me and the brothers under the bridge Come veteran's day I sat in the stands in my dress blues, I held your mother's hand when they passed with the red, white and blue. One minute you're right there, then something slips . . .

A Conversation with Death

An Appalachian ballad sung solo a cappella in Gm (or there a-bouts) by the haunting beautiful voice of Berzilla Wallin. Wow.

Oh, what is this,
I cannot see?
With icy hands,
take hold on me.

Oh I am Death,
that none can expel,
I open the door,
of Heaven and Hell.

Now Death, Oh, Death,
how can it be--
That I must come,
and go with thee?

For Death, Oh, Death,
how can it be--
I'm unprepared,
for eternity.

Yes, I come,
for to get your soul,
Leave your body,
leave it cold.

Till drop your flesh,
from off your frame,
The earth and worms,
both have their claim.

Now, Death, Oh, Death,
if this be true,
Please give me time,
to reason with you.

From time to time,
you heard and soul,
I'll close your eyes,
and lock your door.

I'll lock your doors,
so you can't talk,
I'll fix your feet,
so you can't walk.

I'll dim your eyes,
so you can't see,
This ????,
come go with me.

Oh Death, Oh, Death,
consider my age,
Do not take me at this stage.

My wealth is all, [??]
at your command,
If you will move,
your icy hand.

The old, the young,
the rich, the poor,
They alike with me,
we'll have to go.

No age, no wealth,
no silver, no gold,
nothing satisfies me,
but your poor soul

Now, Death, Oh, Death,
please let me see,
if Christ has turned,
his back on me.

When you were called,
and asked to bow,
you would not take heed,
and it's too late now.

Now, Death, Oh, Death,
please give me time,
To fix my heart,
and change my mind.

Your heart is fixed,
your mind is bound,
I have these shackles,
to drag you down.

Too late, too late,
to ?? farewell,
my doom is fixed,
I summons to Hell.

As long as God,
and Heaven shall dwell,
My soul, my soul,
Shall sceam in Hell.

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Brothers Under The Bridge

A Conversation with Death