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Paradise Lost (Live)
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The BP oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico as witnessed by the writer...
gary davis bp oil spill song she said too long lonely i wish every day was chri
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Gary Davis Is An Americana styled Composer And Author Of True Life Drama.
Gary Davis, Or As Many Have Come To Know Him By His Songwriting Credits, Gary Wayne Davis, Is A Songwriter/Composer/Author/Singer/Guitarist. His Years Spent In Varying Genres Of Music Including Rock, Pop, Country And Even Gospel, Have All Brought Him Full Circle, To Where It All Began As An Acoustic Artist. The Long And Winding Road He Has Traveled Has Been Paved With Many Highlights, Including Working And Recording With A Diverse Cavalcade Of Great Songwriters And Performers Including Hoyt Axton, Randy Bachman, Tim Buckley, Arlo Guthrie, John Lee Hooker, Lightin' Hopkins, Kris Kristofferson, Gordon Lightfoot, Carl Perkins, Billy Swan, B.J. Thomas, Dave Van Ronk, Townes Van Zant, Randy Van Warmer, Jesse Winchester, And Many, Many Others. Now, In The Autumn Of His Years He Settles Warmly Down Into A Life Of Gentle Repose. His New Music Reflects His Life's Travels, His Heart's Aches And His Passion's Desires. If You Listen, He Touch You...
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#5,457 today Peak #101
#473 in subgenre Peak #9
Author
Gary Wayne Davis
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2010 Davis Deluxe Music ASCAP
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November 08, 2010
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MP3 4.6 MB 128 kbps 4:59
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The BP oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico as witnessed by the writer...This is a live "bootleg" version someone recorded at a show I did several months ago...
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On the day that it all came down we were halfway to heaven but hell bent and bound and it seemed of so little concern so sad for their loved ones now just let it burn but the story was about to unfold when the wee bits of truth were finally told and as the winds of fate did blow from the depths of the devil the poison still flowed And no one it seemed to could do a damn thing this was no dream brought down in flames and nights were spent wondering what morning would bring Til day after dying day while most made excuses it made it our way an old friend now a new kind of foe that came wearing black to our crystal white shores and it was there that we took our stand for the sake of all comers for the sake of all man and the meek they knelt to pray but there was no hand of heaven could save this day And no one it seems could do the right thing this was no gale no hurricane and no one could undo what man had now done and we won't drink our way out of this one And we stood there in tears as our waters turned brown deaf to the cries of our dreams as they drowned helplessly watching thinking somebody's gotta pay but how do you measure the cost of paradise lost And no one it seems will ever explain No one can say what tomorrow will bring they can't feel your pain when they can't feel a thing and we've yet seen the end of this one and how do you measure the cost of paradise lost Copyright 2010 Davis Deluxe Music ASCAP
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