By Gladys Shelley (written for and sung by Joe Soll)
I Wonder Who My Mother Is?
By Gladys Shelley (written for and sung by Joe Soll)
I wonder who my mother is, I wonder who?
Is she the one sells roses in the flower shop?
Is she the one who feeds the birds out in the snow?
Is she the one who's singing on the radio?
Is she in the olympics on TV?
The star of movies made in Italy?
I dream each night my search will end,
and when we meet, she'll be my friend.
Yes, every place I look, at every face I see,
She's on my mind, I've gotta find, this part of me.
I miss her more, more than before, as time goes by
I'll wonder who my mother is until I die.
I'll wonder who my mother is until I die.
I'll wonder who my mother is until I die.
Searching
by Gene Bone and Howard Fenton
Searching through the city's canyons where life's an endless stream.
Searching through the open country for some elusive dream.
Searching every window of my mind for a clearer view,
Oh what am I searching for? I wish I knew.
Searching through the night, searching for a light.
What my future holds I cannot say.
Faces dance and stare, for someone who'll care.
Someone who will guide me on my way.
Searching in this frantic world for a love to call my own
Crossing many bridges leading to towns that are unknown
Standing in the wings of life's drama waiting for my cue,
Oh what am I searching for? I wish I knew.
Hopefully I try, reaching for the sky
Questions flash like mirrors in the sun,
What scene must I make? Shall I give or take?
What's the final score when all is done?
Searching through the waves of loneliness on an empty shore.
Searching for familiar footprints, I've known and loved before.
Hurry now my love and find me and tell me if it's true
That what I've been searching for, always was you!
Why Is It I Just Don't Belong?
by Gene Bone and Howard Fenton
Why is it I just don't belong? Why is it I just don't fit in,
fit in with anyone, any place? Why is it so?
When I look around, I've no place to go.
Why is it I don't feel related to most familiar scenes I see?
I wonder why was I created to be me, only me?
Why is it I feel so alone? Why is it I feel so left out,
left out of every thing, anythingI want to do?
Seems false and unreal, Is anything true?
Can't get into nobody's head, nobody's thoughts, are matching mine!
When I need sun, it rains instead! Why can't my day be fine?
Why is it I just don't belong?
Why is it I just don't belong?
Why is it everything goes wrong?
When all I want, all I want,
All I want, is just to belong!
River of Dreams
by Billy Joel
In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep
From the mountains of faith, to a river so deep.
I must be looking for something, something sacred I lost
But the river is wide and it's too hard to cross.
And even though I know the river is wide
I walk down every evening and I stand by on the shore
And try to cross to the opposite side so
So I can finally find what I am looking for
In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of fear to a river so deep
And I've been searching for something, taken out of my soul
Something I would never lose, something somebody stole
I don't know why I go walking at night
But now I'm tired and I don't want to walk anymore.
I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life
Until I find what it is that I've been looking for.
In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep
Through the jungle of doubt to a river so deep.
I know I'm searching for something, something so undefined
that it can only be seen through the eyes of the blind
In the middle of the night.
I'm not sure about a life after this,
God knows I've never been a spiritual man
Baptized by the fire, I wade into the river
That runs tho the promised land.
In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep
Through the desert of truth to the river so deep.
We all end in the ocean, we all start in the streams
While carried along by the river of dreams
In the middle of the night.
The following songs were written by Betty Allen and
Ann
Slagle
WE WANT OPEN RECORDS
We want open records. We want open records
We want open records today.
For It's our right to know, the truth of our lives.
We want open records today.
WE ARE MARCHING ON TO WASHINGTON
We are marching on to Washington,
To Washington, To Washington.
We are marching on to Washington, for liberation day.
March, March, March on to Washington.
March, March, March on to Washington.
We are marching on to Washington, for liberation day.
THE TIMES THEY ARE A CHANGIN'
Come all you adoptees who don't know your name-
Keep up the fight even though you're in pain.
Know that your efforts have not been in vain,
And your life to you is worth savin' -
March hand in hand in sunlight or rain,
For the Times They are A-Changin'
Come mothers and fathers throughout the land,
March with your children now that you understand.
Your sons and your daughters are taking a stand,
The old road is rapidly agin'.
Please Join in the new one and lend us your hand.
For the Times they are A-Changin'.
Come Senators, Congressmen, Please heed the call,
Don't stand in the doorway, Don't block up the hall.
We need your help now- This is no time to stall.
There's a battle outside and it's ragin'.
So open the records and tear down the walls.
For the times they are A-Changin'.
RIGHTS OF CHILDREN (Round)
Rights of Children, Rights of Children
Guaranteed, Guaranteed
In Every Major Country, In Every Major Country
Except USA, Except USA
MR. LEGISLATOR
(to the tune of Mr. Tambourine
Man)
Hey, Mr. Legislator, pass a bill for me.
I'm adopted- I don't know my own birth history.
Hey, Mr. Legislator, pass a bill for me.
Give me access to my name and my reality.
I've been on a trip upon that old adoption ship-
Hist'ry vanished from my grip, Records gave us all the slip,
But they're somewhere in this world though I can't see them.
My tenacity amazes me, I know I'll see them yet,
I have a past I can't forget, Relatives I haven't met,
And my life's too short for me to go on dreaming.
Hey, Mr. Legislator, pass a bill for me.
I'm adopted- I don't know my own birth history.
Hey, Mr. Legislator, pass a bill for me.
Give me access to my name and my reality.
MARCH TO WASHINGTON FOR EQUAL RIGHTS
Adoptees March to Washington For Equal Rights
Birthparents March to Washington For Equal Rights
Adoptive Parents March along and join us as we sing our song.
So Let's Fight for our Rights,
Let Families Reunite, Let Families Reunite
Join us at the Lincoln Mall at noon today
Join us at the Lincoln Mall at noon to day.
Adoptees have the right to know, and sealed records have got to go,
So let's fight for our rights, Let families reunite, let families
reunite!
FRANKIE
(to the tune of Frankie and
Johnny)
Frankie went down to the courthouse, She wanted to find out her name
But the man at the court house he told her, I'm sorry that you ever
came, cause your name ain't here,
Now ain't that mighty damn queer.
She wrote to the Vital Statistics, They told her she didn't exist.
Not at least until she was adopted, Now ain't that a curious twist,
that department revealed- That she had simply been sealed.
Now Frankie was mighty tenacious, took out her little '44,
went down to that secret records room and shot her way through the
sealed file drawer,
I do exclaim, now Frankie know her own name.
Well Frankie was tried and convicted, they hanged her for all to
see,
and Frankie she went to her maker,
singin' nearer my god to thee,
No More adoption Games, At least I know my own name.
FIXED
by Gene Bone and Howard Fenton
When you're in a slot of time
Where brother, you can't spare a dime,
You cannot see, how things will be, you're not free...
In short your really fixed.........
When you bridges all are burned,
and lovely things you always yearned for
don't appear, you're on your rear, and you fear
you're starting to feel fixed.
When headlines shouting trouble, double
As the days go on by,
When bread lines make you bitter, be a quitter
Or ....... laugh and cry..
Take me, take me where I'll find
some tasty melon, not the rind...
I want some fun, before someone with a gun
Can get my life nixed...
But history is cruel and repeasts
A wild enormous duel with ringside seats...
So if you wanna watch or act,
You've got to face the one big fact:
You're Fixed!
When you're in a situation
where you need a good vacation
and you shout.......
"Please let me out!" There's no doubt
You'd love not bein' fixed...
Once you're born you can't go back
or change your stars or zodiac,
your horoscope......
Leaves not much hope
if you're open'd up to feelin' fixed!
And yet if you can swing it,
you can wing it, just buying time...
And then before you snap, you'll break that trap,
you'll start ........into climb.
Tho' the devil fool ya, you can make with hallelujah,
and a great big YES...
Don't try to guess
why your blessings seem to be mixed...
If you have endurance, you can win
'cause not to have assurance is mortal sin...
So find the key, the open door,
and never never nevermore be
.......FIXED!
Messiah in Shrink's Clothing
by DeeAnn Macomson
I come to you in pieces,
I sit and we begin.
I lay confessions at your alter,
then I trash my next of kin.
If I dance naked on your table,
will I be cleaned and born again?
Oh, Messiah in shrink's clothing,
maybe I just need discipline.
I pay you one day's wages,
for an h ours worth of strain.
You scrutinize and analyze,
and pick apart my brain.
I guess I'm just a masochist,,
double-parked in memory lane.
Hey , Messiah in shrink's clothing,
sink your teeth into my pain.
Now let me tell you something,
this is really, really big!
I know you think you've heard it all,
But this you're gonna dig!
If I can get this off my chest, I know that I can mend.
What do you mean we are out of time, our session has to end?
I thought you were my friend...
I guess I'm feeling better now,
thank you for your time.
So good of you to see me,
incredibly sublime.
And thank you for those little pills,
they help me ease my mind.
Ciao for now, Messiah,
I think it's Miller time!
Hey Messiah in shrink's clothing,
thanks to you, I'm feeling fine!