These songs were recorded live at a concert, at College of the Atlantic, May 1, 2001.

All words and music copyright 2001 by Gray Cox except for "The Ballad of Darlin' Carrie" whose words are jointly copyrighted by Gray Cox and ie CrosCarrs.

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Introduction by Eben Albert-Knopf

Who Owns the Future? -- mp3 file

Smile and I'll Be There -- mp3 file

Totally Out of Control -- mp3 file

Blondes Are Dumb -- mp3 file with introduction

Antes de Morirnos -- mp3 file with introduction

The Ballad of Darlin' Carrie -- mp3 file

Lyrics

ÒWho Owns the Future?Ó

Heyyyyyyyyyyyy! Hey! Hey! Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

A company with a charter locates a person, place, or thing and they pay protection money to put it on a registry and they call it a discovery whose profits go to them unmolested by competitors who collude in this property system and the people, places, things or spirits who had found themselves long before go misnamed, unrecognized and stolen.

Heyyyyyyyyyyyy! Hey! Hey! Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

If you get a word wrong on a welfare form your rights can be denied. If you fail to heed a warning the police can shoot to take your life. If an addicted kid steals a pack of cigarettes he can be sent to Juvenile. But for a company that is big enough to commit an enormous crime Ð to addict a generation or commit cultural genocide -- there are many ways it can make it pay for the police and state to take its side.

Heyyyyyyyyyyyy! Hey! Hey! Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

They can pass and enforce the needed laws that give ownership to thieves and leave the people, places, things and spirits stolen, without appeal, assigning a statutory right that gives powers to the strong and leaves the victims of their crimes in violation of the law

Heyyyyyyyyyyyy! Hey! Hey! Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

But thereÕs always the appeal to the power of the mind and the power of the people to stand up and deny the crazy fictions would be tyrants use to manipulate -- those crazy lies they use to tie violent threat to authority. And there always is the appeal to hope and there is the appeal to love and the appeal to folks around you and when push comes to shove we can speak united truth to the lonely power of the gun and insist on changing the rules that are wrong in this new millennium.

Heyyyyyyyyyyyy! Hey! Hey! Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

Rule number one is simple: Every child owns the things she or he needs to thrive -- food, clothing, shelter, education, health care, a family free of violence, an environment secure. And the second rule is just as basic: Any other rule, policy or institution that stands in the way of keeping the first rule has to be changed.

Heyyyyyyyyyyyy! Hey! Hey! Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

Smile and I'll Be There

When the sun has set like a memory, and the fire has lit up like a flare, In the warmth and the laughter and the melodies, smile and I'll be there. Smile and I'll be there again, smile and I'll be there. as the young camper shares an old story, smile and I'll be there.

La de da da da da da da da da da la de da da da da da da da la de da da da da da da da da da da da da da da And you and I are smiling now, it's a smile that we always will share. In the warmth and the laughter and the melodies, smile and we'll always be there.

REPEAT

Totally Out of Control

Well I was in a cornfield walking out in Indiana and I met this guy and I said hi and he said hi and he said where are you from and I said Maine and he said: Oh. You must be one of those Mainiacs, huh? For a reply I paused with a smile and then took a bit of a breath and started to explain.

You see: I thought that I might be losing my mind till I found that I already had! Hah hah hah hah! Skanky reality turned out to only be self-imposed limitations on the soul. And now I'm totally totally totally totally totally totally out of control. -- totally totally totally totally totally totally out of control. -- totally totally totally totally totally totally out of control. -- totally totally totally totally totally totally out of control. Here I go.

I had some fears I'd get pressure from peers till I found there did not appear to be any stress on which to press. Good old normality turned out to only be -- old. And now I'm totally totally totally totally totally totally out of control. -- totally totally totally totally totally totally out of control. -- totally totally totally totally totally totally out of control. -- totally totally totally totally totally totally out of control. Here I go.

Blondes Are Dumb

They say it worked in Grenada -- or was it "Granada"? They say it worked in Panama. And maybe it worked, maybe it worked . . . maybe it worked in Arabia. I don't know. I don't think so. But what do I know? I'm just a blonde.

And blondes are dumb. They just want to have fun. Yes blondes are dumb. They just want to have fun. But if everybody, everybody bleached their hair, But if everybody, everybody bleached their hair, we'd all be dumb and just want to have fun. We'd all be dumb, and just want to have fun.

They say in Saudi Arabia there's a lot of oil if you want to drive you can get in your car and go on and on for miles and miles. Unless of course, you're some Saudi's wife. I don't know, I think if I was some Saudi's wife I'm not sure I would want 500,000 people to come over to protect my way of life. But I'm not sure. And what do I know? I'm just a blonde.

And blondes are dumb. They just want to have fun. Yes blondes are dumb. They just want to have fun. But if everybody, everybody bleached their hair, But if everybody, everybody bleached their hair, we'd all be dumb and just want to have fun. We'd all be dumb, and just want to have fun.

They say that a country is kind of like you or me. It has a body politic and a head of state. And that's why we went to war over there, over Kuwait. That Saddam Hussein, he is so insane! He blew up his own buildings. He dropped bombs on his own people. So the U. S. and its allies drew a line and crossed it to teach him a lesson by punishing him on his body politic. We blew up a lot of his buildings. And we dropped bombs and killed maybe 200,000 or more of his people -- and then withdrew and declared a victory. And maybe that's what it was. But it did not seem like a victory to me. But what do I know? I'm just a blonde.

And blondes are dumb. They just want to have fun. Yes blondes are dumb. They just want to have fun. But if everybody, everybody bleached their hair, But if everybody, everybody bleached their hair, we'd all be dumb and just want to have fun. We'd all be dumb, and just want to have fun.

And they say it worked in Grenada -- or was it "Granada"? They say it worked in Panama. And maybe it worked, maybe it worked . . . maybe it worked in Arabia. I don't know. I don't think so. But what do I know? I'm just a blonde.

Antes de Morirnos -- ÁOjala!

ÀD—nde est‡ la paz del Verbo, la paz en verdad y servicio? ÀD—nde est‡ verdad justiciera, en la vida y la actividad? buscamos, encontramos, -- luego vivimos en la Luz . . . * * *

ÀDe d—nde viene la buena ma–ana, dia de dios y esperanza? ÀDe d—nde viene el dia bueno, bueno en alma y en cuerpo? Amanecer, anochecer, -- se da desde el Creador. * * *

Nos hacemos una pregunta, cuestion sencilla sobre una junta. Juntados aqui y juntados ahora, nosotros somos esta pregunta. En silencio, en luceros, -- se da desde el Creador.

ÒThe Ballad of DarlinÕ CarrieÓ

by Gray Cox and Carrie Cross, Copyright © 2001

Chorus: Curly hair and a curly smile and a curly way she walked Ð the only thing that was straight on her was the way that that girl talked. But now sheÕs gone and IÕm alone a playinÕ this guitar, thinkinÕ bout the way we was and a wishinÕ we still warÕ.

She came from up the mountain down to dance one moonlit night and all the boys was pushin hard to be the first in line. I sang Ôn danced with my guitar hopinÕ to win her heart. I made the rafters wobble and the floor boards flew apart.

Chorus

She said ÒI like the way you sing and I like the way you dance, but IÕd like to hear the way you sing when you ainÕt wearinÕ those pants.Ó I sang my heart out for that girl, I sang all day and night. I sang till all my cheeks turned blue and my toes had turned all white.

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But then she said: ÒI love your eyes and your smileÕs a welcome sight, but I cainÕt abide here one more day cause your neckÕs too goddamn white.Ó She left by drivinÕ down the road with nothinÕ in her truck but a bag of clothes and a bale of hay and a blanket for good luck.

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