FEELS LIKE RELIGION
All songs © Peter Gallway. All rights reserved.

Feels Like Religion

From high above the street wind swirling your hair
You sing to the city and it feels like religion

Your words ring out your voice breaks high
For those who’ve lived a thousand lies for love
In twilight to your shoulders you pull your shawl
Eyes to the heavens ask, what have we done, what have we done?

From high above the street wind swirling your hair
You sing to the city and it feels like religion
A scripture of faith, holy water of the deep
The religion of the corner and the blessing of the street
You sing to the city and it feels like religion to me

You sing to the broken, those knocked to their knees
Those who dare to believe there is something to believe
If there’s a price to pay you’ll cover your end
Defend your family and die with your man

If passion is suffering, enthusiasm or desire
Then the rebel Jesus suffered between the last supper and the cross
As you are one who suffers for us all
Who sings from this rooftop in a voice of muscle and bone

I did not know what love could be
You took me to your room and turned down the sheets
And I said yes, oh yes, yes I believe
I was the innocent, the innocent thief

From high above the street wind swirling your hair

Tonight At the Fair

Tonight at the fair I lost my way
Just for a minute in front of St. Anthony’s
The lights came up on Sullivan Street
The night so sweet your cheeks like sunset
Tonight at the fair I held your hand
The stars shone down from the tenement sky
From the end of the block my father appeared
As real as if he were here

You hold the hurt so tight you hold it so well
You act as if nothing can touch you at all
But maybe this break, this crack in the wall
Is the best thing to happen after all

Tonight at the fair I lost my way
Like my daddy long gone from before I was born
I know ‘cause he told me just before he passed on
Yes there’s something you need from your father
Tonight at the fair I held your hand
The stars came down from the tenement sky
And the ghost of my father came walking down the street
As real as he could be

You hold the hurt so tight you hold it so well
You act as if nothing can touch you at all
But maybe this break, this crack in the wall
Is the best thing to happen after all

I remember my father his hand on my back
I hear a sigh from the midway just down the block

Longing Lasts Longer

She’s an artist a true artist with a voice and vision
Fearless and profane as the neighborhood Italians
She’s an artist a true artist, art’s got a little bit of romance
Between art and commerce art’s gonna lose
Between art and commerce art will lose

She got a voice for the rooftop, the alley and the stage
For the whores and hags and women that don’t give a damn
What you think, what you believe you believe
She’s an artist a true artist in the full sense of the word
God she’s got a mouth on her, I’d like to shake her hand

I like how she scares us gets us riled up
She’ll roll right on the floor, make you shut up
Like you’ve nothing to say, enough is enough
Between art and commerce man it’s gonna get rough
Between art and commerce man it’s gonna get rough

Longing lasts longer than the city she loves
From the barrios of Brooklyn to the Lower East Side
It’s different than memory just out of reach
Longing last longer than the tracks of eternity

She’s an artist a true artist, never stopped believing
Art is observation and imagination
It’s not always pretty, not always easy
It’s not about the money but a deeper truth
Between art and commerce art’s gonna lose
(Man it’s gonna get rought)

Just Lucky

I’m just lucky in love
They say luck just follows me around wherever I go
As if luck is chance or a kind of success
But luck is none of my business at all

What about shadows, what about dust
What about those with whom
You get a shot at love?
Is it the roll of the dice, the cards you hold, neither or both?
Imperfect at best and you’re left with a ghost

But I’m just lucky in love
They say luck just follows me around wherever I go
As if luck is chance or an accident
But luck is none of my business at all
Yes I’m just lucky I guess
Luck just follows me around wherever I go

She favored me with the gift of the miracle of skin
And if this was a sin then what is written is a lie
To lie with you then in suspension of time
How lucky was I, I’m a lucky guy

But I’m just lucky in love
They say luck just follows me around wherever I go
As if luck is chance or a kind of success
Well luck is none of my business at all
I’m just lucky I guess
They say luck just follows me around
Wherever I go, wherever I go

Shorty Moves On

It’s the way he walks the cool slow roll
The way he dances soft and slow
Shorty moves to his very own groove
And Roxanne is his to have and hold

Cissy, Tony and the baby
By the park on the corner with the stash in the stroller
Man it gets old man you’ve got to be young
Yes it’s a game for the young till it all comes undone

The boys with the hustle and Italian shoes
It’s the color of money and kicking the blues
Shorty knows, everybody knows
He was a bad boy but it’s all over now

It’s the way he walks the cool slow roll
The way he dances soft and slow
Shorty moves to a downtown groove
And Roxanne takes his hand, holds it close to her heart

The heart is a muscle, the heart is a song
It beats like the city, beats like a drum
And down on Bedford across from the park
They hang like clockwork and the traffic never stops

There comes a time you’ve got to move on
When the same old same old won’t work any more
You’ve been a bad boy with the burnt black spoon
Too many gone too soon, gone too soon

And now you walk the cool slow roll
And dance soft and slow
Shorty got out while the getting was good
And Roxanne is his to have and hold
To have and to hold, to have and hold

Women’s House of D

At the Women’s House of Detention their voices ring down like rain
Hey Wesley, you bring me something?
They call their men by name
The pimps take over the sidewalk
Slouching, joking, loose and hard
And high above behind mesh and bars
The angels are singing and the devil’s been paid
And the night is falling outside the House of D

I am just boy, a passerby curious and scared
With so much to see and so much unsaid
Who are these princes of darkness?
Who are these women, faceless voices?
And the night is falling outside the House of D

At the Women’s House of Detention their voices ring down like rain
Hey little boy what you got for me?
I look up as if the sky is falling
As if the angels are singing and calling my name

What do I know I’m a downtown boy?
With the Crystals, the Hi-Lows, and my first kiss
Too young to know the darkness that will enter my soul
Too soon for the fire of rock and roll

The pimps take over the sidewalk
Slouching, joking, loose and hard
Their charges on high behind mesh and bars
Voices of the angels ringing like rain
We look up as if the sky is in pain
The angels are singing and the devil’s been paid
I can hear them singing and calling my name

Dark Matter

Once I was dark matter I did not interact with light
Gravity pulled me down my electric charge did not exist

Fifteen-percent of me is known to you, fifteen-percent
Fifteen-percent of me is known to you, fifteen-percent

Once I could not cluster, could not interact or intersect
I will remain dark matter, part of the unfamiliar

Knowing at least is a comfort, at the very least is a relief
It’s so dark but does it matter? I guess it matters to me
It matters to me . . .

Eighty-five percent of the universe is unfamiliar matter
Perhaps that means fifteen-percent of me is known to you

Fifteen-percent of me is known to you, fifteen-percent
Fifteen-percent of me is known to you, fifteen-percent

Once I was dark matter I did not interact with light
Gravity pulled me down and my electric charge did not exist

Knowing at least is a comfort, at the very least is a relief
It’s so dark but does it matter? I guess it matters to me
I guess it matters to me . . .

Eyes of the Stars

The eyes of the stars follow me down
To the edge of the water where I clear my head
I never missed an opportunity to suffer
But there comes a time to just let go
To keep discarding the slogans
Even the hip and subtle ones
And if the phone doesn’t ring
You’ll know it was me

The eyes of the stars watch over us
Whether we like it or not
From a distance we are infinite dots
Pixels forming an imperfect image
Once I believed I’d lost my way
Once I believed the things I said
And if the phone doesn’t ring
You’ll know it was me . . .
You’ll know it was me

My buddy and I would play music in these towns
And they hated us so much, something about us
At the end of the night we would just drive on
With a hunger that would pulse in each of our hearts
Under the eyes of the stars . . .
Under the eyes of the stars

The eyes of the stars see everything
Just like my friend he gives whatever he will
Actions cleaner than words
And how many times have I lost the girl?
How many kindnesses squandered?
Just what does it take to finally understand?
And if the phone doesn’t ring
You’ll know who it was me

Maria Makes You Wait

Maria makes you wait it’s what she does
Turns her back for a moment collecting her thoughts
She thinks then she speaks or says nothing at all
I can tell by her look and I feel myself fall

Why don’t you do the things you don’t do
And why the half turn when you take off your dress
These are the questions that keep me awake
Let me hazard a guess

Maria makes you wait it’s what she does
Turns her back for a moment collecting her thoughts
She thinks then she speaks or says nothing at all
I can tell by her look and I feel myself fall

She catches my eye, I can’t find my breath
But just for a moment it almost makes sense

Here in this room with the curtains and the perfume
Pillows tossed as if they could talk
What would they say?
What does it matter let’s get lost

Maria makes you wait it’s what she does
Turns her back for a moment collecting her thoughts
She thinks then she speaks or says nothing at all
I can tell by her look and I feel myself fall

She catches my eye, I can’t find my breath
But just for a moment everything makes sense

Roller Coaster

The beach is a long long subway ride away
To the crowds and the boardwalk and the shiny blue sea
We are young it’s good to be young
And my girl is waiting just for me

Let’s ride the roller coaster till they shut it down
I’ll kiss you and hold you and the world will fade
Let me be your lover and you will be mine
It’s time my sweet baby it’s our time to live

The sand is hot and the sun white gold
A sea of bodies to eternity
Oil and skin and a hundred radios
The ocean as cool as we pictured it would be

Let’s ride the roller coaster till they shut it down
I’ll kiss you and hold you and the world will fade
I will be Romeo and you will be mine
It’s time my sweet baby it’s our time to live

I’m running with you up the stairs, your legs so strong
You’re funny and wild to the bone
In a month we will graduate, can’t wait to be done
And finally be free for whatever’s gonna come

Summer in the city, downtown is alive
With the traffic and the heat and the fountain in the park
But the subway will take us at the speed of light
We blink and come up to the sand so white

Let’s ride the roller coaster till they shut it down
I’ll kiss you and hold you and the world will fade
Let me be your lover and you will be mine
It’s time my sweet baby, it’s time my sweet baby
It’s our time to live

Your House In Order

Your house in order once filled with laughter
Pull back the curtain on all of your secrets
You finally let go of all you desire
All you’ve forgiven, times you’ve fallen

Your house in order, prepare for the moment
Humbled in silence, cleansed of your demons

And what of your lovers, you took so many chances
Courageous attempts that eclipsed your intentions
And then your sweet sweet son for whom you prepared
All your life

Your house in order filled with laughter and tears
Spill like the oceans, your house in order
Your house in order, sing love is gospel
Love is gospel, love is gospel
Love is gospel, love is gospel