Jill Phillips: “You Don’t Belong Here”

Hey Lady sitting by yourself, I can hear them say
“You don’t belong here if your man’s away”
Cause they believe in a love that has no end
So you can either tough it out or live in sin

Just when I start to think they’ve got it all wrong
That’s when I realize the truth

Maybe they’re right you don’t belong here
You deserve to be where there are people that care
Instead of a world that shouts from the high road
Saying we love like God but you don’t belong here

Hey you with the rainbow flag, I can hear you say
You don’t belong here, not if you’re gay
Although we all fall short, I guess they still believe
Some people fall too far for grace to reach

Just when I start to think they’ve got it all wrong
That’s when I realize the truth

Maybe they’re right you don’t belong here
You deserve to be where there are people that care
Instead of a world that shouts from the high road
Saying we love like God but you don’t belong here

I am not trying to decide what’s right or wrong
I don’t think that job is up to me
But they’re selling passports to the gates of kingdom come
Like they’re the ones who hold the key

Hey man hanging on the cross, is it really true
When they say we don’t belong, you’ve been there too
You were a friend to prostitutes, you were a friend to thieves
For that your blood was shed by the pharisees

‘Cause you don’t belong here
You deserve to be where there are people that care
Instead of a world that shouts from the high road
Saying we love like God but you don’t belong here

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Wise Up

It’s not.. what you thought…
When you first… began it.
You got… what you want…
Now you can hardly stand it, though,
By now you know, it’s not going to stop…
It’s not going to stop…
It’s not going to stop,
Till you wise up.

You’re sure… there’s a cure…
And you have finally found it.
You think… one drink…
Will shrink you to… your underground
And living down, but it’s not going to stop…
It’s not going to stop…
It’s not going to stop,
Till you wise up.

Prepare a list for what you need,
Before you sign away the deed,
‘Cause it’s not going to stop…
It’s not going to stop…
It’s not going to stop,
Till you wise up.

No, it’s not going to stop,
Till you wise up.
No, it’s not going to stop,
So just give up.

The Way The Eagles See It #1

Frail Grasp On The Big Picture (2007)

Well ain’t it a shame ’bout our short little memory

We never seem to learn the lessons of history

We keep making the same mistakes – over and over and over and over again

And then we wonder why we’re in the shape we’re in

Good ol’ boys down at the bar

Peanuts and politics

They think they know it all

They don’t know much of nothin’

Even if one of ’em was to read a newspaper, cover to cover

That ain’t what’s going on

Journalism dead and gone

Frail grasp on the big picture

Light fading and the fog is getting thicker

Frail grasp on the big picture

Dark ages

And you, my love-drunk friend

All that red wine and candlelight

Soulful conversations that go on until the dawn

How many times can you tell your story

How many hangovers can you endure – just to get some snogging done

You’re living in a hormone dream

You don’t have the slightest notion what long-term love is all about

All your romantic liaisons don’t deal with eternal questions like:

“Who left the cap off the freakin’ toothpaste?” “Whose turn to take the garbage out?”

Frail grasp on the big picture

You keep on rubbing that, you’re gonna get a blister

Frail grasp on the big picture

I’ve seen it all before

And we pray to our lord, who we know is American

He reigns from on high

He speaks to us through middlemen

And he shepherds his flock

We sing out and praise his name

He supports us in war

He presides over football games

And the right will prevail

All our troubles will be resolved

We hold faith above all

Unless there’s money or sex involved

Frail grasp on the big picture

Nobody’s calling them for roughing up the kicker

It’s a frail grasp on the big picture

Heaven help us

Frail grasp on the big picture

All waiting for that miracle elixir

Frail grasp on the big picture

I don’t wonder anymore

Frail grasp on the big picture

You brought her here, so go ahead and kiss her

It’s a frail grasp on the big picture