Mary Madison

Mary Madison

BandFolkBlues

Eclectic blend of blues, folk, pop, jazz and a touch of the metaphysical with a Buddhist twist.

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Lyrics

Damned if You Do

Written By: Mary E. Madison

Damned If You Do

words and music by Mary Madison
slide guitar – Ken Damkier
acoustic guitar – Mary Madison

There’s liver and onions all over the table.
The screen door’s hanging on one hinge.
She sits down with her beer between her anger and her fear,
Figuring she might as well make friends.
They started out reachin’ for better. They started out knowin’ what to do.
Somewhere down the line, they forgot what they were trying, and now they’re just trying to get through.

And they are damned if they do, damned if they don’t.
Some folks think they should, she thinks they won’t.
Uncovering is slow, but she’s damned if she’s stayin’ and she’s damned if she goes.

He gets so mad he can’t talk about it.
He gets scared for what he’ll say.
She does not know how to touch him anymore,
And everyone else is so far away.
Saw him last night at a party, said I was lookin’ real nice.
Seems like years since those words been in my ears and now I’m leanin’ up against my own advice.

Cause I’d be damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
He thinks I might, who’s to say I won’t?
Uncovering is slow, and I’m damned if I stay, and damned if I go.

They made each other a promise, thinkin’ they’d keep it somewhow.
Sixteen years ago, how could they know the things that they know now.

We all got our demons and they’re dancin’ with our angels most of the time.
So why pretend or try to defend the wild things that come into your mind.
Cause you are damned if you do, damned if you don’t
You probably want to, but you probably won’t.
Uncovering is slow,
But you’re damned if you stay, and damned if you go……

Bethlehem Steel

Written By: Mary E. Madison

Bethlehem Steel

by Mary Madison
all rights reserved

I’m a dancer in the fires of Bethlehem,
one of the lucky ones, I suppose.
Twenty dollars an hour to look death in the face, and I still got my fingers and toes.
Some folks say times is gettin’ better. Those folks don’t live in this town.
They don’t see the faces in the grocery line, or the hungry eyes of the kids on this street.

Chorus:
I don’t think about salvation much, or how damn tired I feel.
Long as the fire keeps burning, I’ll be making Bethlehem steel.

One of these days I’m gonna vote for somebody,
but voting puts me on the jury roles.
Fifteen dollars a day doesn’t go too far, and sometimes I got so far to go.
There’s a lady preachin’ love down at Turners’ Station,
behind the bars on her windows and doors.
She says ain’t nobody gonna get us out of this mess. We gotta organize and trust in the Lord.

Chorus
I don’t think about salvation much, or how damn tired I feel.
Long as the fire keeps burning, I’ll be making Bethlehem steel.

Bridge
My dad and his dad before him, put their shoulder to this wheel.
I know our jobs are getting technical and foreign, but that don’t change the way that I feel.

Today Paul had to go up to Hopkins. Wasn’t lookin’ took a hit to the side of the head.
But word is he’s fine, just a couple stitches. At least that’s what the doctor said.
My wife tells me since Jesus was a carpenter,
he’s got a special place for the workin’ man.
Aw, but she is full of prayers and sympathy.
Me, I’m doin’ the best that I can.

I don’t think about salvation much, or how damn tired I feel.
Long as the fire keeps burning, I’ll be making Bethlehem steel.

Discography

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