revonah23 Posted November 15, 2007 Report Share Posted November 15, 2007 I'm looking for songs with a theme of homelessness or food shelters. I'm doing a project about the homeless and I'd like to add music as a 'soundtrack' to my presentation. Thank YOU! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Farin Posted November 15, 2007 Report Share Posted November 15, 2007 Hi Revonah, Welcome to Songfacts how about "Another Day in Paradise" by Phil Collins? or some not so obvious choices: "Gypsy Woman" by Crystal Waters she's just like you and me but she's homeless she's homeless and she stands there singing for money la da dee la doo dow, la da dee la do dow... or "What it's Like" by Everlast We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange He ask the man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes "Get a job you f*ckin' slob" 's all he replied God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues Then you really might know what it's like... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phil Posted November 15, 2007 Report Share Posted November 15, 2007 A lot of Woody Guthrie songs were about the depression and homelessness. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bluesboy Posted November 15, 2007 Report Share Posted November 15, 2007 King of the Road - Roger Miller Trailer for sale or rent Rooms to let...fifty cents. No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but..two hours of pushin' broom Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room I'm a man of means by no means King of the road. Third boxcar, midnight train Destination...Bangor, Maine. Old worn out clothes and shoes, I don't pay no union dues, I smoke old stogies I have found Short, but not too big around I'm a man of means by no means King of the road. I know every engineer on every train All of their children, and all of their names And every handout in every town And every lock that ain't locked When no one's around. I sing, Trailers for sale or rent Rooms to let, fifty cents No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room I'm a man of means by no means King of the road. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blue_n_white Posted November 15, 2007 Report Share Posted November 15, 2007 Try Martina McBride's "Love's The Only House". Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sweet Jane 61 Posted November 15, 2007 Report Share Posted November 15, 2007 Something In The Way ~ Nirvana Underneath the bridge The tarp has sprung a leak And the animals I've trapped Have all become my pets And I'm living off of grass And the drippings from the ceiling It's okay to eat fish 'Cause they don't have any feelings (x2) Something in the way, mmm Something in the way, yeah, mmm Underneath the bridge The tarp has sprung a leak And the animals I've trapped Have all become my pets And I'm living off of grass And the drippings from the ceiling It's okay to eat fish 'Cause they don't have any feelings (x4) Something in the way, mmm Something in the way, yeah, mmm Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lea Posted November 15, 2007 Report Share Posted November 15, 2007 This was always one of my favorite songs: Rainy Night in Georgia-Brook Benton Hoverin' by my suitcase, tryin' to find a warm place to spend the night Heavy rain fallin', seems I hear your voice callin' "It's all right." A rainy night in Georgia, a rainy night in Georgia It seems like it's rainin' all over the world I feel like it's rainin' all over the world Neon signs a-flashin', taxi cabs and buses passin' through the night A distant moanin' of a train seems to play a sad refrain to the night A rainy night in Georgia, such a rainy night in Georgia Lord, I believe it's rainin' all over the world I feel like it's rainin' all over the world How many times I wondered It still comes out the same No matter how you look at it or think of it It's life and you just got to play the game I find me a place in a box car, so I take my guitar to pass some time Late at night when it's hard to rest I hold your picture to my chest and I feel fine But it's a rainy night in Georgia, baby, it's a rainy night in Georgia I feel it's rainin' all over the world, kinda lonely now And it's rainin' all over the world Oh, have you ever been lonely, people? And you feel that it was rainin' all over this man's world You're talking 'bout rainin', rainin', rainin', rainin', rainin', rainin', rainin', rainin', rainin' rainin', rainin', rainin' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jim in Pa Posted November 15, 2007 Report Share Posted November 15, 2007 Hey Farin, I think you hit it right on the head w/ Another Day in Paradise.. Good one. Sums that unfortunate circumstance right up........ Jim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
_Laurie_ Posted November 16, 2007 Report Share Posted November 16, 2007 Like A Rolling Stone ~ Mr Bob Dylan Once upon a time you dressed so fine You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People'd call, say, "beware doll, you're bound to fall" You thought they were all kiddin' you You used to laugh about Everybody that was hangin' out Now you don't talk so loud Now you don't seem so proud About having to be scrounging for your next meal. How does it feel How does it feel To be without a home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? You've gone to the finest school alright, miss lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it You said you'd never compromise With the mystery tramp but now you realise He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And say do you want to make a deal? How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns When they all did tricks for you You never understood that it ain't no good You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat Who carried on his shoulder a siamese cat Ain't it hard when you discover that He really wasn't where it's at After he took from you everything he could steal How does it feel How does it fee To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ken Posted November 16, 2007 Report Share Posted November 16, 2007 Arrested Development Mr. Wendal Here, have a dollar, in fact no brotherman here, have two Two dollars means a snack for me, but it means a big deal to you Be strong, serve God only, know that if you do, beautiful heaven awaits That's the poem I wrote for the first time I saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate Mr.Wendal, that's his name, no one ever knew his name cause he's a no-one Never thought twice about spending on a ol' bum, until I had the chance to really get to know one Now that I know him, to give him money isn't charity He gives me some knowledge, I buy him some shoes And to think blacks spend all that money on big colleges, still most of y'all come out confused [CHORUS:] Go ahead, Mr.Wendal (2x) Mr.Wendal has freedom, a free that you and I think is dumb Free to be without the worries of a quick to diss society for Mr.Wendal's a bum His only worries are sickness and an occasional harassment by the police and their chase Uncivilized we call him, but I just saw him eat off the food we waste Civilization, are we really civilized, yes or no ? Who are we to judge ? When thousands of innocent men could be brutally enslaved and killed over a racist grudge Mr.Wendal has tried to warn us about our ways but we don't hear him talk Is it his fault when we've gone too far, and we got too far, cause on him we walk Mr.Wendal, a man, a human in flesh, but not by law I feed you dignity to stand with pride, realize that all in all you stand tall Mr.Wendal, yeah yeah yeah, Lord, Mr.Wendal Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
codders Posted November 19, 2007 Report Share Posted November 19, 2007 Hi i work for YMCA as a creativity project worker. and over the last few months i have been helping a small group i work with. to create their own songs about their lives and being homeless. one song is now complete once i have copied it to my computer i could email you a copy if you are interested. it is written by three of our residents with help from my self their ages are 17, 18, and 53. and the song works rather well considering none of them new what the other was writing about Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
_Laurie_ Posted November 19, 2007 Report Share Posted November 19, 2007 Hello Codders, and welcome to Songfacts....that sounds very interesting, if you are able to post their song on Songfacts I'd like to hear it also....or post the lyrics...let us know! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ledjam9 Posted December 2, 2007 Report Share Posted December 2, 2007 Aqualung by Jethro Tull Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot is running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run. Feeling like a dead duck spitting out pieces of his broken luck. Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely. Taking time the only way he knows. Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog-end he goes down to the bog and warms his feet. Feeling alone the army's up the road salvation a' la mode and a cup of tea. Aqualung my friend don't start away uneasy you poor old sod, you see, it's only me. Do you still remember December's foggy freeze when the ice that clings on to your beard was screaming agony. And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea-diver sounds, and the flowers bloom like madness in the spring. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Farin Posted December 2, 2007 Report Share Posted December 2, 2007 Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. I don't think that this is something he was looking for... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
_Laurie_ Posted December 2, 2007 Report Share Posted December 2, 2007 I always thought that line was a little creepy.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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