Music From his Soul
Marshal has been writing, playing and singing most all of his adult life, in choirs, in bands, ensembles and solo.
CHANGING SKY
Written by Marshal McKitrick
© 2008 Marshal McKitrick
Standing here outside, facing west
I feel late winter breeze on my face
As I watch birds fly
across a rose pink sunset sky
Reminding me of how my love for you
Has moved my life from winter to spring
That sweet combination of sorrow and joy
Sorrow over the separation over time and space
From you, my beloved
And joy over the reunion of Spirit and Matter
As we dance in a sacred relationship
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BLOOD FOR BIG OIL
Written by Marshal McKitrick
©1990 Marshal McKitrick
CHORUS
Blood for Big Oil, dying to see
Who picks the fruit from the paradise tree
Blood for Big Oil, people will bleed
Paying the price for our own human greed
VERSE
Iraqi troops in Kuwaiti sand
Line up the soldiers and give the command
No moon at night, as the wind dies down
Twenty year old draftees from the USA Overnight departure for some holiday pay
The Seven Sisters rub their hands and pray
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Blood for Big Oil..........
VERSE
Cost of crude is rising with no shortage in sight
People gettin' angry, they think it's their right
To keep up this breakneck pace
Dancing over the edge
There's a lesson to be learned
Before it's time to go
From dead dinosaurs buried below
Excuse me while I drive my car down to Texaco
BRIDGE
END
WE PAY THE PRICE FOR OWN HUMAN GREED |
OLDER AND WISER
Written by Marshal Jon McKitrick
©1988 Marshal McKitrick
Chorus
Older and wiser won't make you any smarter
Tried and true can leave you feeling blue
One day you'll realize it's not what you're after
But more to the point what you do
Verse 1
When I was younger I knew who I what wanted to be
Grew up some more and got distracted by philosophy
Went looking for the truth
Took some twisted turns along the way
Wound up where I am now, what more can I say?
Chorus
Verse 2
I thought when I was older
I'd do the things I wanted to do
Stay up all night and have fun with a friend or two
Life would be so easy, I wouldn't have a care in the world
The bomb was far away, the grass was green
And the sky was blue
Chorus
Verse 3
When I get short and grey
And start parting my hair in the back I'll still be alive
Regardless of the parts I may lack
I'll think about the good times
And lose the times I'd rather forget
Dream on with a friend
Of all the things that haven't happened yet
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