FATES Why the struggle, why the strain? Why make trouble? Why make scenes? Why go against the grain? Why swim upstream? It ain't It ain't It ain't no use You're bound You're bound You're bound to lose What's done What's done What's done is done That's the way the river runs So why get wet? Why break a sweat? Why waste your precious breath? Why beat your handsome brow? Nothing changes Nothing changes Nothing changes anyhow

FATES Life ain't easy, life ain't fair A girl's gotta fight for a rightful share What you gonna do when the chips are down Now that the chips are down What you gonna do when the chips are down Now that the chips are down Help yourself, to hell with the rest Even the one who loves you best What you gonna do when the chips are down Now that the chips are down What you gonna do when the chips are down Now that the chips are down EURYDICE Oh my aching heart FATES What you gonna do when the chips are down? Now that the chips are down Take if you can, give if you must Ain't nobody but yourself to trust What you gonna do when the chips are down? Now that the chips are down What you gonna do when the chips are down? Now that the chips are down Aim for the heart, shoot to kill If you don't do it then the other one will What you gonna do when the chips are down? Now that the chips are down What you gonna do when the chips are down? Now that the chips are down And the first shall be first And the last shall be last Cast your eyes to heaven You get a knife in the back Nobody's righteous Nobody's proud Nobody's innocent Now that the chips are down Now that the Now that the Now that the Now that the Now that the chips are down

My biggest fear is that my kids would groving up without a father My biggest fear is to fall asleep at night and not wake up So they would never get to know me Oh, my little angels im loving you so If i would past away i wanted to know That you dad did whatever he could to be the man a father should Ohhoooo No matter what i did, so a man become Ohhoooo No matter what i did, so a man become I will hold your hands for the rest of my life i will No that will never be a chance that daddy would walk away Oh my little angels im loving you so If i would past away i wanted to know That your dad he did whatever he could to be the man and the Father that i should Ohhoooo No matter what i did so a man will become Ohhoooo No matter what i did so a man will become Until the day i will make a change So i wrote this song So you could listen to it the day im gone Your mama shes a princess Follow all your words she said And never let nobody push you down Your mama shes a princess Follow all the words she said And never let nobody push you down Your mama shes a princess Follow all the words she said And never let nobody push you down Your mama shes a princess Follow all the words she said And never let nobody push you down Ohhoooo No matter what i did so a man will become Ohhoooo No matter what i did so a man will become Until the day I will make a change So i wrote this song So you could listen to it the day im gone

I lay you down Heavy is your crown When it comes, the light of day I'll find another place to play Thought we'd live on like a song But the words were lying, the music's wrong Yeah, so I'm gone It breaks me down When it comes, the light of day I'll find another place to play Thought we'd live on like a song But the words were lying, the music's wrong Yeah, so I'm gone When it comes, the light of day I'll find another place to play Thought we'd live on like a song But the words were lying, the music's wrong Yeah So I'm gone

I'm traveling in some vehicle I'm sitting in some cafe A defector from the petty wars That shell shock love away There's comfort in melancholy When there's no need to explain It's just as natural as the weather In this moody sky today In our possessive coupling So much could not be expressed So now i'm returning to myself These things that you and i suppressed I see something of myself in everyone Just at this moment of the world As snow gathers like bolts of lace Waltzing on a ballroom girl You know it never has been easy Whether you do or you do not resign Whether you travel the breadth of extremities Or stick to some straighter line Now here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock They're either going to thaw out or freeze Listen... Strains of benny goodman Coming thru' the snow and the pinewood trees I'm porous with travel fever But you know i'm so glad to be on my own Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger Can set up trembling in my bones I know - no one's going to show me everything We all come and go unknown Each so deep and superficial Between the forceps and the stone Well i looked at the granite markers Those tribute to finality - to eternity And then i looked at myself here Chicken scratching for my immortality In the church they light the candles And the wax rolls down like tears There's the hope and the hopelessness I've witnessed thirty years We're only particles of change i know, i know Orbiting around the sun But how can i have that point of view When i'm always bound and tied to someone White flags of winter chimneys Waving truce against the moon In the mirrors of a modern bank >from the window of a hotel room I'm traveling in some vehicle I'm sitting in some cafe A defector from the petty wars Until love sucks me back that way

Three waitresses all wearing Black diamond earrings Talking about zombies And Singapore slings No trouble in their faces Not one anxious voice None of the crazy you get From too much choice The thumb and the satchel Or the rented Rolls-Royce And you think she knows something By the second refill You think she's enlightened As she totals your bill You say "Show me the way To Barangrill" Well some say it's in service They say "Humble Makes Pure" You're hoping it's near Folly 'Cause you're headed that way for sure And you just have to laugh 'Cause it's all so crazy Ah, her mind's on her boyfriend And eggs over easy It's just a trick on you Her mirrors and your will So you ask the truck driver On the way to the till But he's just a slave To Barangrill The guy at the gaspumps He's got a lot of soul He sings Merry Christmas for you Just like Nat King Cole And he makes up his own tune Right on the spot About whitewalls and windshields And this job he's got And you want to get moving And you want to stay still But lost in the moment Some longing gets filled And you even forget to ask "Hey, Where's Barangrill?"

Marcie in a coat of flowers Stops inside a candy store Reds are sweet and greens are sour Still no letter at her door So she'll wash her flower curtains Hang them in the wind to dry Dust her tables with his shirt and wave another day goodbye Marcie's faucet needs a plumber Marcie's sorrow needs a man Red is autumn, green is summer Greens are turning and the sand All along the ocean beaches stares up empty at the sky Marcie buys a bag of peaches Stops a postman passing by And summer goes, falls to the sidewalk like string and brown paper Winter blows up from the river, there's no one to take her To the sea Marcie dresses warm, it's snowing Takes a yellow cab uptown Red is stop and green's for going Sees a show and rides back down Down along the Hudson River Past the shipyards in the cold Still no letter's been delivered Still the winter days unfold Like magazines fading in dusty grey attics and cellars Make a dream, dream back to summer and hear how he tells her "Wait for me" Marcie leaves and doesn't tell us Where or why she moved away "Red is angry, green is jealous", that was all she had to say Someone thought they saw her Sunday Window shopping in the rain Someone heard she bought a one-way ticket And went West again