Anger Grows Lyrics & Notes

 

Anger Grows
Words and Music by Kerry Diminyatz, ASCAP, © 2010, All Rights Reserved 

We've worked this land for generations,
Since the family moved North from Mexico,
They say the fish have left the delta,
So the government diverted the water's flow, 

Hard to plant when the ground bakes solid,
Can't raise corn and you can't grow cotton,
Stomachs grind and the mind explodes,
Had to plow another crop under,
Ain't no lightning and there ain't no thunder,
The fields lay bare, but the anger grows. 

You won't find work in Fresno County,
If a farmer's not allowed to grow,
10,000 acre bare and fallow,
Had to let another 40 farm workers go. 

Hard to plant when the ground bakes solid,
Can't raise corn and you can't grow cotton,
Stomachs grind and the mind explodes,
Had to plow another crop under,
Ain't no lightning and there ain't no thunder,
The fields lay bare, but the anger grows. 

I laid awake last night in darkness,
Wonder'in when they're gonna let the river flow,
Yon can't find jobs down in the Valley,
When a farmer's not allowed to grow. 

Hard to plant when the ground bakes solid,
Can't raise corn and you can't grow cotton,
Stomachs grind and the mind explodes,
Had to plow another crop under,
Ain't no lightning and there ain't no thunder,
The fields lay bare, but the anger grows.
 

Fallout in the Neighborhood
Words and Music by Kerry Diminyatz, ASCAP, © 2008, All Rights Reserved 

They slipped across the border,
Just South of Santa Fe,
Then moved to California,
Just North of San Jose, 

There's Fallout in the neighborhood,
The half-life isn't looking good,
Dirty bombs and suitcase nukes,
Apocalypse encounter groups, 
 

The Sanctuary City,
Provides a hideaway,
Leave it on the subway,
And slowly walk away, 

There's Fallout in the neighborhood,
The half-life isn't looking good,
Dirty bombs and suitcase nukes,
Apocalypse encounter groups, 
 

The cloud on the horizon,
Obscures the light of day,
The Geiger counter's red-lined,
It's time to fade to gray. 

There's Fallout in the neighborhood,
The half-life isn't looking good,
Dirty bombs and suitcase nukes,
Apocalypse encounter groups, 
 

Note: Backup Vocals by Corin and Lauren Diminyatz
 

Everybody's Dream
Words and Music by Kerry Diminyatz, ASCAP, © 2008, All Rights Reserved 

Everybody has A dream,
Hidden and seldom seen,
Fractured and battered,
Cluttered with lost plans and schemes.
E
verybody has their time,
A instance to embrace and shine,
The dream in the making,
There for the taking onetime. 

Some see the magic,
Some see the tragic,
Some think they still see it all,
Laugh when we stumble,
The truth still can humble us all. 

Everybody has a chance,
A moment to join the dance,
Few rarely claim it,
It passes with one fleeting glance.
 

Load in Nine
Words and Music by Kerry Diminyatz, ASCAP, © 2008, All Rights Reserved

We followed Johnston North to Shiloh,
Marched all night to Tennessee,
Surprised the Yankees hard at daybreak,
Turned Sherman's flank and watched them flee. 

We'll I'm gonna load in nine,
And I'm gonna hold this line,
The Union held at Pittsburg Landing,
The gunboats brought us to our knees,
The die'in screamed throughout the darkness,
Pray the devil let em be. 

We'll I'm gonna load in nine,
And I'm gonna hold this line, 

Ulysses hit us hard at Sunrise,
Drove us South down Corinth Road,
Lost three brothers there at Shiloh,
And left an arm in Tennessee. 

We'll I'm gonna load in nine,
And I'm gonna hold this line, 

Note: “Load in Nine Counts” was the drill routine for loading Civil War muskets.
 

G3 Attack
Music by Kerry Diminyatz, ASCAP, © 2010, All Rights Reserved
 

Governor's Blues
Words and Music by Kerry Diminyatz, © 2009, All Rights Reserved 

Such a shame,
Who you think you are,
Raise all that money, believing it will take you far.
Choose your platform,
Print your signs,
Make sure they all conform to the party lines. 

A close examination, tells me that your marker's due,
And your exaggerations are not enough to pull you through. 

Draw your Districts,
Buy your votes,
Make sure they deliver the cash in smaller notes,
Give your statements,
Make your plans,
The bills you pass leave a stain across the land, 

A close examination, tells me that your marker's due,
And your exaggerations are not enough to pull you through. 

Won't be long,
Before they take you down,
Everybody knows you're not the only game in town.
Such a shame,
Who you think you are,
You buy all that power, believing it will take you far. 

A close examination, tells me that your marker's due,
And your exaggerations are not enough to pull you through.
 

Baja Highway (aka: Another Worn Out Highway Song)
Words and Music by Kerry Diminyatz, ASCAP, © 1979, All Rights Reserved 

Tuesday Morning,
Wipe the sleep from my eyes,
Throw my head back,
Praise the new morning sky,
Children of the highway,
Rise up with the dawn,
Two black cups of coffee,
Look down the road and their gone. 

Down in Ensenada,
Tequila's fifty cents a glass,
Dancing after sundown,
Watch the magic come to pass,
Early in the morning,
Just the same you'll be gone,
Two black cups of coffee,
Another worn out highway song. 

Another worn out highway song,
Another reason to be gone,
Tomorrow I'll be moving on,
Singing another worn out highway song. 

Two days further south,
Finally ran out of luck,
Just outside of La Paz,
Lost the keys to my truck,
Sun she's going down,
taking with her all the light,
Reaching for the Mescal,
Looks like we're here for the night. 

Another worn out highway song,
Another reason to be gone,
Tomorrow I'll be moving on,
Singing another worn out highway song. 

 

She's So Close
Words and Music by Kerry Diminyatz, ASCAP, © 1983, All Rights Reserved 

Set the lock and close the door,
I know I've been here before,
There's a chance I could be here again,
Turn my face into the sun,
Tell myself I've just begun,
I'm much to young to reach the end,
Even if I don't know how to win,

She's so close,
To the girl I used to know,
And every time her eyes meet mine,
Time begins to slow,
She's so close,
To the girl I used to know,
For the second time,
I'll have to let her go,

Throw my bags into the car,
A suitcase and an old guitar,
I'll see what's up around the bend,
Gonna find a quiet town,
About the time the sun goes down,
I've got a future to attend,
Even if I don't know how to win,

She's so close,
To the girl I used to know,
And every time her eyes meet mine,
Time begins to slow,
She's so close,
To the girl I used to know,
For the second time,
I'll have to let her go, 

Note:  This is a new recording of the sams song originally released on "Pagoda Cowboy" in 1990.
 

Fall Recital
Music by Kerry Diminyatz, ASCAP, © 2010, All Rights Reserved
 

 

Broken Cowboy
Works and Music by Kerry Diminyatz, ASCAP, © 1985, All Rights Reserved

The warm waves are laugh’in,
The wind keeps them tapp’in in time,
The moon walks the water,
Trailing behind her a line,
He’s a long way from Boston,
Along way in distance and time,
The old broken cowboy,
Is dying from exile and wine, 

The glass goes down quickly,
Only prolonging the pain,
A life in the islands,
The price of his fortune and fame,
If it hadn’t looked easy,
Everything might have been fine,
The old broken cowboy,
Is dying from exile and wine, 

The sins of a season,
Have turned all his seasons to one,
Gray against blue,
Broken by rain and then sun,
He’s a fish out of water,
A victim of victimless crime,
The old cocaine cowboy,
Is dying from exile and wine.

Note: This is a new recording of the sams song originally released on "Pagoda Cowboy" in 1990.
 

Be Here Now
Words and Music by Kerry Diminyatz, ASCAP, © 2010, All Rights Reserved 

You may not see a way to scale the mountain,
You may not find a way across the sea,
You may not see a path to fame and fortune,
You may not find a way to let it be.

You may not see a peace that's ever lasting,
You may not find a sun that never sets,
The road you walk may just be found in passing,
The truth you find may only bring regret. 

Be Here Now,
See Clear Now
 .

You may not find a way to true contentment,
You may not ever feel secure and free,
You may not live a life free of resentment,
You may not find a way to let it be. 

You may not feel a need for introspection,
The logic of it all may slip away,
You may not feel the power of redemption,
You may not find a way to make it pay. 

Be Here Now,
See Clear Now.
 

You may not find a way around the mountain,
You may not see the forest for the trees,
Y
ou may not find a hope that's ever lasting,
You may not see a way to let it be. 

Yon may not ever pay the cost of freedom,
You may not find the meaning of it all,
Yo may not see the rhyme or find the reason,
You may not ever respond to the call. 

Be Here Now,
See Clear Now.

Note:  This song was inspired by the wrtinings of Baba Ram Dass. 
 

The Anger Grows Reprise
Words and Music by Kerry Diminyatz, ASCAP, © 2010, All Rights Reserved 

We've worked this land for generations,
Since the family moved North from Mexico,
They say the smelt have left the delta,
So the government diverted the water's flow, 

Hard to plant when the ground bakes solid,
Can't raise grapes and you can't grow cotton,
Stomachs grind and the mind explodes,
Had to plow another crop under,
Ain't no lightning and there ain't no thunder,
The fields lay bare, but the anger grows. 

You won't find work in Fresno County,
If a farmer's not allowed to grow,
10,000 acre bare and fallow,
Had to let another 40 farm workers go. 

Hard to plant when the ground bakes solid,
Can't raise grapes and you can't grow cotton,
Stomachs grind and the mind explodes,
Had to plow another crop under,
Ain't no lightning and there ain't no thunder,
The fields lay bare, but the anger grows. 

I laid awake last night in darkness,
Wonder'in when they're gonna let the river flow,
Yon can't find jobs here in the Valley,
When a farmer's not allowed to grow, 

Hard to plant when the ground bakes solid,
Can't raise grapes and you can't grow cotton,
Stomachs grind and the mind explodes,
Had to plow another crop under,
Ain't no lightning and there ain't no thunder,
The fields lay bare, but the anger grows.