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Circle of Friends Coffeehouse, Franklin, MA
 
"Be That As It May" - a song of hope in troubled times
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"Grease on My Wheels" - a song about racism and white privilege
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Club Passim, Cambridge, MA
BE THAT AS IT MAY - © 2007 Patti DeRosa

Chaos and confusion
Survival of the tough
Some people seem to always to get too much
Some never get enough.

The world is filled with danger
Desperation and despair
The way the pieís divided up
The slices arenít fair.

And the ones who hold the power
The ones who hold the reins
Seem to have a hundred million ways designed
To profit from our pain.

Be that as it may, be that as it may
Iím holding on to love despite it all
Be that as it may

What happened to the children
Who played along the streets?
Futures disappearing in a flash
Of half-truths and deceit

Where are all the leaders?
Iíve been searching for the ones
Whoíll stand up with conviction and say yes to peace
And no to all the guns.

And the ones who hold the power
The ones who hold the reins
Seem to have a hundred million ways designed
To profit from our pain.

Be that as it may, be that as it may
Iím holding on to love despite it all
Be that as it may

Time is running out, weíve got to find a way to share
The alternativeís unthinkable, itís more than I can bear

I am just one person
Just one lonely voice
With voices raised together
We can make a choice.

Be that as it may, Be that as it may
ÖÖÖ.Be that as it  may
  


GREASE ON MY WHEELS - © 2004  Patti DeRosa

VERSE #1:
I go to church each Sunday, and I take my kids to school
I work hard to make a living, and I believe the Golden Rule
I try hard to love Godís children and treat them all the same
And Iíd never say a hateful word - Iím not the one to blame

VERSE #2:
I marched with King in Selma, so I understand the plight
Iíd never wear a pointed hood or deny a civil right
I think weíve made much progress though itís happened much too slow
But people just complain too much, now itís time to let it go.

CHORUS 1:
Yet thereís a secret cloak I carry thatís with me all the time
And even if I fight it, I canít deny itís mine.
And I roll on down the road
On a rail of polished steel
Making my ride smoother with
Grease on my wheels.

VERSE #3:
When I walk into a store Iím never asked for proof
And when I say whatís on my mind itís taken as the truth
Iím never stopped while driving, folks assume Iím smart and bright
And what people like me say and do is held up to be right

VERSE #4:
When I look at all our leaders, I see reflections of my face
Iím never told when I do good that Iím a credit to my race
I can travel where I want to, I can easily get loans
I can say that race donít matter, that I made it on my own.

CHORUS 2 & 3:
And thereís a secret cloak I carry that I canít even see
And it offers up protection to all folks that look like me.
And I roll on down the road
On a rail of polished steel
Making my ride smoother with
Grease on my wheels.

And the secret cloak I carry is written on my skin
And even without trying
It sets me up to win
And I roll  on down the road
On a rail of polished steel
Making my ride smoother with
Grease on my wheels.
 
 
Go to www.pattiderosa.com to hear more music from
ChangeWorksí president Patti DeRosa.

P. O. Box 156
Roslindale, MA 02131

E-mail:

info@ChangeWorksConsulting.org
 
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