Category Archives: Lyrics

Cope With No Hope

Vigil

Cope With No Hope

Another long night, another slain teen

Take a sneak peek, as the dawn bleeds

Splash of cold water, read the tweets

News, views – more prayers for peace

By dusk a vigil, let the cycle repeat

Darkness descends, hear the screams

So go cope with no hope on these streets

So go cope with no hope on these streets

 

Up for air, come pastor and the priest

How many of these have they seen?

Hear what you want, not what you need

Sing a song, prayers for peace

From all this, who will take heed?

Maybe one day we all can break free

Until that day comes, hear the screams

So go cope with no hope on these streets

So go cope with no hope on these streets

 

Now it’s less than a week later

Pick up the local newspaper

Story is gone, never to be followed

Back to the zoo and its baby cougars

Those with jobs, head back to work

Once numb, how much can it hurt?

The root cause, never gets learned

On and on and on, the fire just burns

 

All that is said cannot be believed

Like blaming it all on the police

Is it the poverty or the money?

The money we all think we need

Take it past these prayers for peace

Prayers end when you hear the screams

So go cope with no hope on these streets

So go cope with no hope on these streets

-Gordon Glantz

 

 

 

One For My Baby

People ask why I don’t write a song about Sofia. The answer is that it is complicated. In many ways, I have, but not really. Not directly. Not until now.Bunnypie My lyrics are generally not about one particular person or experience. Additionally, they tend to be from the dark side of my brain – an outlet for my angst and negativity and quest for justice. Sofia represents the polar opposite, a light so blinding that I can’t help but smile in spite of the darkness. That said, long-time readers of my former employer are well-aware that she was a consistent topic in my Sunday columns — so much so that she was probably the most well-known toddler in Central Montgomery County. Sofia just turned 9, going on 19, meaning she is no toddler anymore. They have been the best 9 years of my life and, with me penning lyrics on a nearly daily basis, this is reflected in many songs in an ancillary way. In this song, though, it is more direct. As I patiently wait on the music to be written (hint, partner), let me know what you think.

Song for Sofia (Promise I Will Keep)

I got a bum thumb

From sharpening your pencils

Spend my Father’s Days

At your dance recitals

But what else would I do?

Where else would I be?

No one means more than you

This is what you’ve done to me

 

We’ll play catch

Till one lands in your glove

Keep getting pets

So you can share all your love

You are my promise

A promise I will keep

A light in the darkness

That is what you are to me

 

Drive you to school

Send you off to your world

Watching you grow

Still Daddy’s little girl

What else would I do?

What else could I be?

I do it all for you

You are the world to me

 

You are my promise

A promise I will keep

A light in the darkness

That’s what you are to me

Time of Day

 

Silhouette, group of happy children playing on meadow, sunset, summertime

Time of Day

Old dream wrapped in a new vision

When the path was not a maze

When the vibes formed the emotion

Demons, they wear no known face

When we felt free to run and play

When unaware of the time of the day

Need not know a game is just a game

When unaware of the time of day

 

Suddenly started feeling pressure

Like the edge of a knife’s blade

Do good, but you gotta do better

Gotta keep on making the grade

Wear an iron mask, inside a cage

Fully aware of the time of day

Million thoughts overload the brain

Fully aware of the time of the day

 

Freedom was sold at a discount rate

Freedom sold as a day off from the grind

But freedom is old as heaven’s gate

Get it, you got it, time takes care of time

 

Barely begun, now it’s ended

Sign a paper, turn the page

War horse put out to pasture

Left out on some hill to graze

Always fought another’s battles

The foe was the time of day

Never wrote that great novel

The foe was the time of day

 

Grandkids forced to visit

Don’t have much to say

Mesmerized by their devices

You pray they will seize the day

And feel free to run and play

Unaware of the time of the day

Before time takes their time away

Take hold of the time of day

 

Let their games be just a game

Take hold of the time of day

It can all still be OK

Take hold of the time of day

Go run, go run and play

Be not aware of the time of day

Run now, until night becomes day

Until night becomes your day

Words: Gordon Glantz; Music: Terri Camilari

 

 

 

No Room At The Inn

https://ingordonville.files.wordpress.com/2015/11/no-room-at-the-inn_01.mp3No-Room-At-The-Inn

No Room At The Inn

A stampede on Black Friday
My brother got a bruised lip
Put up our decorations
Get chills as the tree is lit
No need to see the priest
I am cool with all my sins
We have our nativity scene
But there’s no room at the inn

Sat up for the late, late show
Saw Voyage of the Damned
That can’t be the truth
Just another Hollywood sham
America was at its best then
Don’t you dare flip the script
Had none of these holiday trees
And there was no room at the inn

Took a bus to Ellis Island
The Statue of Liberty too
Give me your tired, your poor
Huddled mass can’t look like you
You better learn to speak English
Like my kinfolk sorta did
It’s somewhere in the scriptures
That there’s no room at the inn

Gonna put it on the line
It’s all about me and mine
They got some strange ways
And that’s all I am gonna say
Maybe I’ve gone blind
Maybe I’ve gone numb
It’s hard to know the facts
So easy to stay dumb

I can’t see my enemy’s face
Just blends in with the crowd
I have the only solution
It’s best just to keep them all out
Well, I ain’t scared of nothing
Just some women and their kids
Get me a new gun for Christmas
There’s no room at the inn

No room at the inn

-Gordon Glantz

A Syrian