Robert Salas

Robert Salas

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Catskills Morning

Written By: Robert Salas

Mist on the mountain, angels asleep
God shares my coffee and this moment of peace
It's been years since the mass murders in New York City
And the whole world is so ill at ease

I keep looking every day for a sign of sanity
But the wardens are running amok
So me and God sip our coffee, enjoy this Catskills morning
Throw up our hands and say what the heck

You can't beat 'em, you can't join 'em
And I wonder why so many just can't understand
And God says: don't pray for peace then go hate your neighbor
'Cause then it's out of my hands

Maybe the book of Revelations is gonna hit it right on the nose,
Armies are gathering in the Middle East,
And the Four Horsemen are ready to mount up and ride
Gonna bring the world to its knees

And when all hell breaks loose the sound of a stream outside your window
Or the sight of the rising sun so red,
Or the faces of your loved ones won't matter anymore
'Cause you'll finally be better off dead

You can't beat 'em, you can't join 'em
And I wonder why so many just can't understand
And God says: don't pray for peace then go bomb your neighbor
'Cause then it's out of my hands

So I'm sitting here on this Catskills morning on a glimmering glass of a lake
Sun up over the mountain is warm on my face
And God gets up and tells me: this is for you, every single one
And leaves behind a world's worth of grace

I can't beat 'em, and I ain't ever gonna join 'em
And I wonder why so many just can't understand
And God said: don't pray for peace then go shoot your neighbor
'Cause then it's out of my hands

He Made You For Me

Written By: Robert Salas

In the middle of the evening
On a heavenly night
God said to the angels
I'm going to bed early tonight
I've gotta get up in the morning
I've got creation on my mind
I'm gonna make the best thing I ever made
She'll be one of a kind
And on that day, this is what he did

He gave Picasso a painting
He gave a play to Tennessee
He gave a song to Hank
And He made you for me

He said...

She'll be light on her feet
With a heart of pure gold
Soft to the touch
And she'll never grow old
She'll calm a storm with her voice
And light a room with her smile
She'll have the wisdom of the ages
And the innocence of a child
And on that day, this is what he did

He gave Picasso a painting
He gave a play to Tennessee
He gave a song to Hank
And He made you for me

Now early on the morning after
God went to his clay
And whistling while he worked
He worked all day
And later he told the angels
My work is finally done
And as I said before to you
She is the only one
And on that day, this is what he did

He gave Picasso a painting
He gave a play to Tennessee
He gave a song to Hank Williams
And He made you for me

Soldier's Song

Written By: Robert Salas

Give me just another minute
To memorize her face
It's my new baby girl
Born while I've been away
I wish I could've been there
The moment she was born
Some Americans get to do that
Some gotta fight this war

Wait a second Mr. Sargeant, Sir,
Before you make me leave this spot
I want to pray for my family
I'm not asking for a lot
Every day you tell us to face the danger
We never ask you why
And I want to be ready if I can
If it's my day to die

It's like a lottery,
'Cept when you win you lose
Every day they put a number in your hand,
You don't get to choose
So I beg you Mr. President
And all you powers that be
Make damn sure you know what you're doing
Before you sacrifice my brothers, and my sisters and me

Saw an actor on the TV
Standing over the graves
Of his wife and his children
During the Civil War days
He said, "This war's like all the others,
Only the undertaker wins,
The politicians talk of the glory,
All the soldiers want to do is go home again."