Speedy Delivery: A Weekly Song EditorialThe World Will Come CleanClick to Listen Jake’s Final Notes: For my last Songitorial of 2006, I decided to end with a dream. I knew that I wanted the first half of the song to chronicle some of the horrors of this year, while I wanted the second half to embrace an optimism and hope for the year to come. I allowed my stream of consciousness to make the connections for me. I spent only about 30 or 45 minutes on these lyrics. They seemed to spill out, religious motifs and all. As I wrote, I felt as if I were in a dream. My first Songitorial began with “I woke up this morning, it was New Year’s day,” and appropriately ended with “this is gonna be one long year.” Lord, Lord how long it was. After writing a song every week for 52 weeks in a row, I’m exhausted. From the mining tragedy to NSA wire-tapping to Hurricane Katrina aftermath to the Iraq War to Border Disputes to Darfur to Racist Barbers & Tirades to Castro's Near-Death to Elections to Tall Stacks to Snow Deaths, this year has worn me out. It’s time for me to sleep, and perhaps to dream. Thus, I feel it’s appropriate that I exit with a dream…a dream that we’ll all come clean, one way or another, on New Year’s day. Thank you for listening. The World Will Come Clean By: Jake Speed 12/24/06 The dust bound hell hounds Tramping through the death clouds Dirty boots stomp down piles of graves Covered up dump yards charred up black cars Soot-soaked air raids hate-saturated maids Deep ocean oil slick, tricked by a get-rich quick scam spam-covered screened-over eyes False pride flying in the sky, eagle high On the list of missed survivors Chorus: I had a dream I have a dream that the world will come clean on New Year’s day Virus lying inside us, spouting out Pent up passed down Mississippi scorn Devil horns hatching out of hypocrites Splits and rifts in the sacrificial red, white and blue Truth muddied up in texts, old books, rejects Making sense to whatever comes to mind Divided by walls, appalled at calls of dissent Desensitized to all the reasons why The street-cleaner comes with his son He’s a reincarnation of the chosen one He comes from all across the world, From all across the sea, he’s the figment Of everybody’s last possibility He pulls out a brush, he rushes to the Dark streetside he’s hiding absolutely nothing When they see him down on knees Painting trash they laugh and point to the gutter He rises up out of ashes, passes paint to the faint Of heart and mind He winds up his watch, he looks to the sky And a rain drop drips and hits him in the eye And two by two the rain soaks through To every single avenue and every single point of view A few simple strokes, a few light touches Pretty soon a bloom sprouts up from the crutches
CommentsAll the songs are so dubens. You are truly the dubens. posted by Brandon on November 2, 2007 How can I get the lyrics to Poor Johnny (without listening to it over and over and trying to write them down?)? I'm a middle school writing teacher in Cleveland and present a song and lyrics to my classes every Friday for them to respond to. I think they'd really get it, and enjoy it. Thanks! posted by Kathy on March 3, 2007 Call me an intermitent listener. I've heard every songatorial you've posted, but not all during the week you posted them. Often I tune in for three or four at a time. Imagine my disappointment today when I click to your page, hoping to fill my entire lunch time with musical ranting, only to find that your new year's resolution only lasted one year! As is the case with the weight-loss and drinking-quitting resolutions, this was not a permanent change, but an all-too-short lived expedition. posted by pzizzle on February 20, 2007 when's the next speedy delivery? posted by miles davidson on January 27, 2007 Hi Jake Jean and I enjoyed your songs throught 2006. Must be time for a new cd now with 2006 songs on posted by donald morgan on January 21, 2007 Congratulations Jake..I enjoyed listening my way through the year...You probably feel like just built a barn. posted by Pete Beckmeyer on January 17, 2007 Good ending and congrats on being the first real life human to complete an actually New Years resolution. I think everyone wants to know your resolution for 2007 now. posted by Dubens on January 3, 2007 you continue to inspire. I'll try to do my part and write a few songs to help with this clean dream world. happy new year. posted by rob tobias on January 1, 2007 Miles, I remember you came to our show at the Fitton Center in Hamilton. How could I forget a fellow musician?! posted by Jake Speed on December 31, 2006 DO YOU REMEMBER ME JAKE? posted by MILES DAVIDSON on December 29, 2006 you're my favorite folk writer and vocalist posted by miles davidson on December 28, 2006 I'm touched by the reality and the hope of your message. Thanks posted by Bob Wiethorn on December 28, 2006 Miles, thanks for your honesty and thanks for continuing to tune in. posted by Jake Speed on December 27, 2006 not the best but..... O.K posted by miles davidson on December 27, 2006 |
Recent Songitorials11.3.07Magic City Hall A Cuz'n Jake tune about the candidates running for Cincinnati's City Council. 3.2.07 The Bockfest Song A song about Cincinnati's most eccentric parade and fest, Bockfest. 2.16.07 All Roads Lead to Cincinnati A Cincinnati love song with Tracy Walker 12.26.06 The World Will Come Clean A dream of hope for the New Year. 12.19.06 Footprints in the Snow A tribute to James Kim, the father who gave his life to save his family. ArchivesDecember 2006November 2006 October 2006 September 2006 August 2006 July 2006 June 2006 May 2006 April 2006 March 2006 February 2006 January 2006 View All Songitorials ![]() If there's anyone who could be called the "Woody Guthrie of Cincinnati," it's folksinger Jake Speed. Speed is again making moves that would do Woody proud. Speed's "songitorials" are weekly songs about current events. Think of it as a singing editorial with a healthy dose of wit and humanity. Each week, Speed will unveil a new song, dealing with different social issues of the day in much the way Guthrie's "Woody Sez" column once did. by Mike Breen, Citybeat |