"Angela's Ashes" genre: Acoustic
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	Acoustic with a Bob Dylan/Neil Young flavor. Based on the Pulitzer winning book of the same title.
	CD: Cries and Response
	Story Behind the Song See the Listers' Guide here: http://speed.city-net.com/~alimhaq/text/criesandresponseguide.htm Lyrics Angelas Ashes angelas ashes sit cold in the fire that consumes all there is and calls life a liar and if there is no heaven then God aint worth a whit for angelas ashes need some stirring with an angels stick its strange how things turn out never what you would expect the dream of the child becomes the cry of the sick for the fire of the furnace burns all that comes inside to lifes great mysteries and a bumpy rocky ride angelas ashes sit cold in the fire that consumes all there is and calls life a liar and if there is no heaven then God aint worth a whit cause angelas ashes need some stirring with an angels stick the poor know true kindness is rarely in the rich the priest knows the tickle is actually an itch all pretend to know life can be so hard but they stir angelas ashes with a sharpened deadly shard angelas ashes sit cold in the fire that consumes all there is and calls life a liar and if there is no heaven then God aint worth a whit cause angelas ashes need some stirring with an angels stick the flea and louse both know the truth of ashes in the flame the countless men and women with lives of grit and pain an endless line of people travel down through time stirring angelas ashes with hopes for a better time angelas ashes sit cold in the fire that consumes all there is and calls life a liar and if there is no heaven then God aint worth a whit cause angelas ashes need some stirring with an angels stick when nothings there a couple beers or thrusting of the loins is all that keeps the furnace warm some life within the flames so angela takes what she can and who are you to say that what she does is worse than what you do in your secret shame angelas ashes sit cold in the fire that consumes all there is and calls life a liar and if there is no heaven then God aint worth a whit cause angelas ashes need some stirring with an angels stick

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