TWO FOR TUESDAY

Link: [Harry Chapin]

Not every song that will be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian” in the eyes of this world. For some will be anguished cries from the pit of despair, and others will be quite obviously ferverent rants of rebellion. Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (in one way or another) and I hope that you have been given ears to hear the message.

Link: [On YouTube]

Taxi

Harry Chapin

It was rainin’ hard in ‘Frisco

I need one more fare to make my night

A lady up ahead waved to flag me down

She got in at the light

Oh where you goin’ to

My lady blue

It’s a shame

You ruined your gown

In the rain

She just looked out the window

She said

Sixteen Parkside Lane

Something about her was familiar

I could swear I’d seen her face before

But she said I’m sure you’re mistaken

And she didn’t say anything more

It took a while but she looked in the mirror

And she glanced at the license for my name

A smile seemed to come to her slowly

It was a sad smile

Just the same

And she said

How are you Harry

I said

How are you Sue

Through the too many miles

And the too little smiles

I still remember you

It was somewhere in a fairy tale

I used to take her home in my car

We learned about love in the back of a Dodge

The lesson hadn’t gone too far

You see

She was gonna be an actress

And I was gonna learn to fly

She took off to find the footlights

And I took off to find the sky

Oh I’ve got

Something inside me

To drive a princess blind

There’s a wild man wizard

He’s hidin’ in me

Illuminatin’ my mind

Oh I’ve got

Something inside me

Not what my life’s about

‘Cause I’ve been lettin’

My outside tide me

Over ‘til my time

Over ‘til my time

Runs out

Baby’s so high that she’s skyin’

Yes she’s flyin’

Afraid to fall

I’ll tell you

Why baby’s cryin’

‘Cause she dyin’

Aren’t we all

There was not much more

For us to talk about

Whatever we had once was gone

So I turned my cab into the driveway

Past the gate

And the fine-trimmed lawns

And she said

We must get together

But I knew it’d never be arranged

And she handed me twenty dollars

For a two fifty fare

She said

Harry

Keep the change

Well another man might have been angry

And another man might have been hurt

But another man never would have let her go

I stashed the bill in my shirt

And she walked away in silence

It’s strange

How you never know

But we’d gotten what we’d asked for

Such a long long time ago

You see

She was gonna be an actress

And I was gonna learn to fly

She took off to find the footlights

And I took off for the sky

And here

She’s actin’ happy

Inside her handsome home

And me

I’m flyin’ in my taxi

Takin’ tips

And gettin’ stoned

I got flyin’

So high

When I’m stoned

Link: [On YouTube]

W-O-L-D

Harry Chapin

Hello honey

It’s me

What did you think

When you heard me

Back on the radio

What did the kids say

When they knew it was

Their long lost daddy-o

Remember how

We listened to the radio

And I said

That’s the place to be

And how I got the job

As an FM jock

The day you married me

It was two kids

And I was into AM rock

But I just had to run around

It’s been eight years

Since I left you babe

Let me tell you ‘bout

What’s gone down

I am the morning DJ

At W-O-L-D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d

W-O-L-D

Playin’ at the hits for you

Wherever you may be

The bright good morning voice

Who’s heard

But never seen

Aaah

Feelin’ all of forty-five

Goin’ on fifteen

The drinkin’ I did on my last big gig

It made my voice go low

They said that they liked the young sound

Sound sound sound

When they let me go

So I drifted on down to Tulsa Oklahoma

To do me a late night talk show

Now I worked my way down home again

Here to Boise Idaho

That’s how this business goes

I am the morning DJ

At W-O-L-D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d

W-O-L-D

Playin’ at the hits for you

Wherever you may be

The bright good morning voice

Who’s heard

But never seen

Aaah

Feelin’ all of forty-five

Goin’ on fifteen

I’ve been makin’ extra money

Doin’ high school sock hops

I’m a big time guest MC

You should hear me talkin’

To the little children

And listen what they say to me

There’s a spot on the top of my head

Just beggin’ for a new toupee

And a tire around my gut

From sittin’ on my

But it’s never gonna go away

Sometimes I get this crazy dream

That I just take off in my car

But you can travel on ten thousand miles

And still stay where you are

I’ve been thinkin’ that

I should stop disc-jockeyin’

And start that record store

Maybe I could settle down

If you take me back once more

OK honey

I see

I guess he’s better than me

Sure ol’ girl

I understand

You don’t have to worry

I’m such a happy man

W-O-L-D

W-O-L-D

W-O-L-D

W-O-L-D

W-O-L-D

W-O-L-D

W-O-L-D

W-O-L-D-d-d-d

I am the mornin’ DJ

At W-O-L-D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d

W-O-L-D

Playin’ all the hits for you

Wherever you may be

The bright good mornin’ voice

Who’s heard

But never seen

Aaah

Feelin’ all of forty-five

Goin’ on fifteen

I am the mornin’ DJ

At W-O-L-D-d-d-d-d

Lyrics From: [Sing365.com]

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