Some waters are still and some are not… Pretty straightforward list ’bout it.
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don’t go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
Won’t see ’em again till the 4th of JulyOh, I knew a lady who came from Duluth
Who got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave, a little too soon
And flew away howlin’ on the yellow moonWhere do bad folks go when they die?
They don’t go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
Won’t see ’em again till the 4th of JulyNow people cry and people moan
Look for a dry place to call their home
Try find some place to rest their bones
Before the angels and the devils fight to make ’em their ownWhere do bad folks go when they die?
They don’t go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
Won’t see ’em again till the 4th of JulyWriter(s): Curtis Matthew Kirkwood
Album: Meat Puppets II
Released: 1984
I see double up ahead
Where the riverboat swayed beneath the sun
Is where the river runs red
Like a King who stalks the wings and shoots a dove
And frees an eagle instead
It’s more or less the same as the things that you saidI see trouble up the road
Like the things you found in love are by the way
And like to cheat on your soul
Like the best and worst of thoughts that lose control
Before you lie on your bedIt’s more or less the same as the things that you said
Anyway for all the things you know tell me why does the river not flow
Anyway for all the things you said tell me why does the river run red
Anyway for all the things you’ve seen tell me when will the river run green
And anyway for all the things you know tell me why does the river not flowIt’s more or less the things you fail to say in your way that’s your trouble
Like a King who stalks the wings and shoots the moon and the stars
And his double
It’s more or less the same as the things that you said
I see trouble up ahead
Where the river boat swayed beneath the sun
Is where the river runs red
I see double – that’s my troubleWriter(s): Damon Minchella / Oscar Lloyd Harrison / Simon Fowler / Stephen Cradock
Album: The Riverboat Song
Released: 1996
Back of the boat was painted wrecking ball
There was country music playing but he don’t like it all
And red fire poppin’ on the rained-down woody
There was whiskey bottle spilling and a lake it was made of saltWell look out back there was a note on the door it saying,
“Everybody listen we will be the next Omaha”Well if you find yourself falling apart
Well I am sure I could steer
The great salt lake
Falling apart
Well I am sure I could steer
The great salt lakeYour old man was but a wishing machine
It’s time that you could spin
Now that he is getting old
When Billy Lorett had found a watering hole
It’s a place to lay south or the heads of coyoteNow if you find yourself falling apart
Well I am sure I could steer
The great salt lakeFollow me home
We want more
Follow me home
We all want more
If ever beat down
We know who we are
They know who we are
If ever beat down
We know who we are
They all know we want moreWriter(s): Benjamin Bridwell / Christopher Early / Timothy Meinig
Album: Everything All the Time
Released: 2006
I come from down in the valley
where mister when you’re young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and Mary we met in high school
when she was just seventeen
We’d ride out of this valley down to where the fields were greenWe’d go down to the river
And into the river we’d dive
Oh down to the river we’d rideThen I got Mary pregnant
and man that was all she wrote
And for my nineteenth birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat
We went down to the courthouse
and the judge put it all to rest
No wedding day smiles no walk down the aisle
No flowers no wedding dressThat night we went down to the river
And into the river we’d dive
Oh down to the river we did rideI got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company
But lately there ain’t been much work on account of the economy
Now all them things that seemed so important
Well mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I don’t remember
Mary acts like she don’t careBut I remember us riding in my brother’s car
Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks I’d lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath she’d take
Now those memories come back to haunt me
they haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true
Or is it something worse
that sends me down to the river
though I know the river is dry
That sends me down to the river tonight
Down to the river
my baby and I
Oh down to the river we rideWriter(s): Bruce Springsteen
Album: The River
Released: 1980
Pissing in a river, watching it rise
Tattoo fingers shy away from me
Voices voices mesmerize
Voices voices beckoning sea
Come come come come back come back
Come back come back come backSpoke of a wheel, tip of a spoon
Mouth of a cave, I’m a slave I’m free.
When are you coming ? Hope you come soon
Fingers, fingers encircling thee
Come come come come come come
Come come come come come come for me ohMy bowels are empty, excreting your soul
What more can I give you? Baby I don’t know
What more can I give you to make this thing grow?
Don’t turn your back now, I’m talking to youShould I pursue a path so twisted?
Should I crawl defeated and gifted?
Should I go the length of a river
(The royal, the throne, the cry me a river)
Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you
Oh I give my life for you.
Every move I made I move to you,
And I came like a magnet for you now.What about it, you’re gonna leave me,
What about it, you don’t need me,
What about it, I can’t live without you,
What about it, I never doubted you
What about it? What about it?
What about it? What about it?Should I pursue a path so twisted?
Should I crawl defeated and gifted?
Should I go the length of a river,
(The royal, the throne, the cry me a river)
What about it, what about it, what about it?
Oh, I’m pissing in a river.Writer(s): Ivan Kral, Patti Smith
Album: Radio Ethiopia
Released: 1976
Please believe me
The river told me
Very softly
Want you to hold me, oooFree fall flow, river flow
On and on it goes
Breath under water ’till the end
Free fall flow, river flow
On and on it goes
Breath under water ’till the end
Yes, the river knowsPlease believe me
If you don’t need me
I’m going, but I need a little time
I promised I would drown myself in mystic heated winePlease believe me
The river told me
Very softly
Want you to hold me, oooI’m going, but I need a little time
I promised I would drown myself in mystic heated wineFree fall flow, river flow
On and on it goes
Breath under water ’till the end
Free fall flow, river flow
On and on it goes
Breath under water ’till the endWriter(s): Jim Morrison / Robby Krieger / Ray Manzarek / John Densmore
Album: Waiting for the Sun
Released: 1968
Take me back to my boat on the river
I need to go down, I need to come down
Take me back to my boat on the river
And I won’t cry out any more
Time stands still as I gaze In her waters
She eases me down, touching me gently
With the waters that flow past my boat on the river
So I don’t cry out anymoreOh the river is wide
The river it touches my life like the waves on the sand
And all roads lead to Tranquillity Base
Where the frown on my face disappears
Take me down to my boat on the river
And I won’t cry out anymoreOh the river is deep
The river it touches my life like the waves on the sand
And all roads lead to Tranquillity Base
Where the frown on my face disappearsTake me down to my boat on the river
I need to go down
Won’t you let me go down?
Take me back to my boat on the river
And I won’t cry out anymore
And I won’t cry out anymore
And I won’t cry out anymoreWriter(s): Tommy Shaw
Album: Cornerstone
Released: 1979
Who’s goin’ to ride that chrome 3-wheeler?
Who’s goin’ to make that first mistake
Who wants to wear those gypsy leather
All the way to Fire LakeWho wants to break the news about Uncle Joe?
You remember Uncle Joe
He was the one afraid to cut the cakeWho wants to tell poor Aunt Sarah?
Joe’s run off to Fire Lake
Joe’s run off to Fire LakeWho wants to brave those
bronzed beauties, Lyin in the sun
with their long soft hair fallen, flying as they run
ah they smile so shy and they flirt so well and
they lay me down so fast they look up and say
Oh lord am I really here at last?Who wants to play those eights and aces?
Who wants a raise who needs a stake?
Who wants to take that long-shot gamble?
and head out for Fire Lake…Head out…
Who wants to go to Fire Lake…
Head out…
Who wants to go to Fire Lake…
Hey… Head out…
Who wants to go to Firelake
Head out… Head out…
Who wants to go to Fire Lake
Out to Fire Lake
Alright! Who wants to do it?
Who wants to go to Fire LakeWho wants to do it?
Who wants to go to Fire Lake
Who wants to do it now?
Oooooooooooooooo… Yeh…
Who wants to go to Fire Lake.
Who wants to go to Fire Lake
Hey Who wants to head out Oooooooooooo head out Ooooooooooooo
OoooooooWriter(s): Bob Seger
Album: Transmission Impossible
Released: 2017
Crown of leaves, high in the window on a gold morning
Young today, old as a railroad tomorrow
Days are just drops in the river to be lost always
Only you, only you, you knowYears ago, birds of a feather would arrive nightly
Gone you know, held to another like clutched ivy
On the shore, speak to the ocean and receive silence
Only you, only you, you knowYou hesitate, so my memory fades
I’ll hold to the first one
“I wouldn’t turn to another,” you say
On the long night we’ve madeLet it go
Only you, only you, you know
Only you, only you, you knowYou hesitate, so my memory fades
I’ll hold to the first one
“I wouldn’t turn to another,” you say
On the long night we’ve madeLet it go
Let it goSpeak to me slow, my dear
No ghost, of course, in here
Pleased to be lonesome, quiet and clear
All is alone in hereWriter(s): Robin Noel Pecknold
Album: Sun Giant
Released: 2008
Many rivers to cross
But I can’t seem to find my way over
Wandering I am lost
As I travel along the white cliffs of doverMany rivers to cross
And it’s only my will that keeps me alive
I’ve been licked, washed up for years
And I merely survive because of my prideAnd this loneliness won’t leave me alone
It’s such a drag to be on your own
My woman left me and she didn’t say why
Well, I guess I’ll have to cryMany rivers to cross
But just where to begin I’m playing for time
There have been times I find myself
Thinking of committing some dreadful crimeYes, I’ve got many rivers to cross
But I can’t seem to find my way over
Wandering, I am lost
As I travel along the white cliffs of DoverYes, I’ve got many rivers to cross
And I merely survive because of my will…Writer(s): Jimmy Cliff
Album: Jimmy Cliff
Released: 1969