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    "Flutie was better than Kelly, Elway, Esiason and Cunningham." - Ben Kenobi
    "I have nothing against Wilson, but he's nowhere near the same calibre of QB as Flutie. Flutie threw for 5k+ yards in the CFL." -Ben Kenobi

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    • Letters from the WaSteland by THe Wallflowers

      Now coming down,
      From out of this swan dive,
      To your arms I make no sounds,
      When I move through your reservoir,
      But I wake up quick,
      And I wake up sick,
      As you,
      Abandon me,
      Into these fields,
      Of rank and file,
      Through this crowd I hear you breathing,
      And through these bars I watch them bring more in,
      Now I send back letters,
      From the wasteland home,
      Where I slow dance to this romance on my own,
      It may take two to tango,
      But boy,
      Just one to let go,
      It's just one to let go,
      Now boy keep still,
      Don't spread yourself around,
      Get back in line,
      Eat your bread and just work the plow,
      'Cause you're not through,
      They're not done with you,
      Did you think you were,
      The only one that's been let down,
      So sleep tight,
      Little boys of the new damned,
      Another drop in the Tidal wave of quicksand,
      Now I send back letters,
      From the wasteland home,
      Where I slowdance to this romance on my own,
      It may take two to tango,
      But boy,
      Just one to let go,
      Now another bad idea gets through,
      Down the assembly,
      Line to you,
      You're every bridge I should have burned,
      Every lesson I've unlearned,
      But in this smokefilled waiting room,
      With incarcerated love sick fools,
      I wait for you to cut me loose,
      But till then I...,
      Send back letters from wasteland home,
      Where I slowdance to this romance on my own,
      Now I send back letters,
      From the wasteland home,
      From where I slowdance,
      To this romance on my own.
      "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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      • some real ****...

        So Many Tears 2pac

        I shall not fear no man but God
        Though I walk through the valley of death
        I shed so many tears (if I should die before I wake)
        Please God walk with me (grab a nigga and take me to Heaven)

        Back in elementary, I thrived on misery
        Left me alone I grew up amongst a dyin breed
        Inside my mind couldn't find a place to rest
        until I got that Thug Life tatted on my chest
        Tell me can you feel me? I'm not livin in the past, you wanna last
        Be tha first to blast, remember Kato
        No longer with us he's deceased
        Call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets
        Now rest in peace
        Is there heaven for a G? Remember me
        So many homies in the cemetery, shed so many tears

        Ahh, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears..
        Lord, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears

        Now that I'm strugglin in this business, by any means
        Label me greedy gettin green, but seldom seen
        And **** the world cause I'm cursed, I'm havin visions
        of leavin here in a hearse, God can you feel me?
        Take me away from all the pressure, and all the pain
        Show me some happiness again, I'm goin blind
        I spend my time in this cell, ain't livin well
        I know my destiny is Hell, where did I fail?
        My life is in denial, and when I die,
        baptized in eternal fire I'll shed so many tears

        Lord, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears..
        Lord, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears

        Now I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears
        I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me
        My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer
        to embrace an early death, now there's nothin left
        There was no mercy on the streets, I couldn't rest
        I'm barely standin, bout to go to pieces, screamin peace
        And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it
        I had my mind full of demons tryin to break free
        They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin the flame
        inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game
        No memories, just a misery
        Paintin a picture of my enemies killin me, in my sleep
        Will I survive til the mo'nin, to see the sun
        Please Lord forgive me for my sins, cause here I come...

        Lord, I suffered through the years (God) and shed so many tears..
        God, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears

        Lord knows I.. tried, been a witness to homicide
        Seen drivebys takin lives, little kids die
        Wonder why as I walk by
        Broken-hearted as I glance at the chalk line, gettin high
        This ain't the life for me, I wanna change
        But ain't no future right for me, I'm stuck in the game
        I'm trapped inside a maze
        See this Tanqueray influenced me to gettin crazy
        Disillusioned lately, I've been really wantin babies
        so I could see a part of me that wasn't always shady
        Don't trust my lady, cause she's a product of this poison
        I'm hearin noises, think she ****in all my boys, can't take no more
        I'm fallin to the floor; beggin for the Lord to let me in
        to Heaven's door -- shed so many tears
        (Dear God, please let me in)

        Lord, I've lost so many years, and shed so many tears..
        I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears
        Lord, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears..
        God, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears


        thanks
        "Flutie was better than Kelly, Elway, Esiason and Cunningham." - Ben Kenobi
        "I have nothing against Wilson, but he's nowhere near the same calibre of QB as Flutie. Flutie threw for 5k+ yards in the CFL." -Ben Kenobi

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        • Reflecting God by Marilyn Manson

          your world is an ashtray
          we burn and coil like cigarettes
          the more you cry your ashes turn to mud

          it's the nature of the leeches
          the virgin's feeling cheated
          you've only spent a second of your life
          my world is unaffected
          there is an exit here
          I say it is and then it's true
          there is a dream inside a dream
          I'm wide awake the more I sleep
          you'll understand when I'm dead

          I went to god just to see
          and I was looking at me
          saw heaven and hell were lies
          when I'm god everybody dies
          scar, can you feel my power?
          shoot here and the world gets smaller
          scar, scar, can you feel my power?
          one shot and the world gets smaller

          let's jump upon the sharp swords
          and cut away our smiles
          without the threat of death
          there's no reason to live at all
          my world is unaffected
          there is an exit here
          I say it is and then it's true
          there is a dream inside a dream
          I'm wide awake the more I sleep
          you'll understand when I'm dead

          I went to god just to see
          and I was looking at me
          saw heaven and hell were lies
          when I'm god everybody dies
          scar, can you feel my power?
          shoot here and the world gets smaller
          scar, scar, can you feel my power?
          one shot and the world gets smaller

          scar, scar, can you feel my power?
          shoot here and the world gets smaller
          shoot shoot shoot mother****er (x2)

          each thing I show you is a piece of my death
          no salvation, no forgiveness (x5)
          this is beyond your experionce
          forgiveness...

          I went to god just to see
          and I was looking at me
          saw heaven and hell were lies
          when I'm god everybody dies
          scar, can you feel my power?
          shoot here and the world gets smaller
          scar, scar, can you feel my power?
          shoot here and the world gets smaller
          scar, scar, can you feel my power?
          shoot here and the world gets smaller
          scar, scar, can you feel my power?
          one shot and the world gets smaller
          shoot shoot shoot mother****er
          "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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          • Probably posted this before, but still...it's great

            At Seventeen - Janis Ian

            I learned the truth at seventeen
            That love was meant for beauty queens
            And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
            Who married young and then retired.
            The valentines I never knew
            The Friday night charades of youth
            Were spent on one more beautiful
            At seventeen I learned the truth.

            And those of us with ravaged faces
            Lacking in the social graces
            Desperately remained at home
            Inventing lovers on the phone
            Who called to say come dance with me
            and murmured vague obscenities
            It isn't all it seems
            At seventeen.

            A brown eyed girl in hand me downs
            Whose name I never could pronounce
            said, Pity please the ones who serve
            They only get what they deserve.
            The rich relationed hometown queen
            Married into what she needs
            A guarantee of company
            And haven for the elderly.

            Remember those who win the game
            Lose the love they sought to gain
            Indebentures of quality
            And dubious integrity.
            Their small town eyes will gape at you
            in dull surprise when payment due
            Exceeds accounts received
            At seventeen.

            To those of us who know the pain
            Of valentines that never came,
            And those whose names were never called
            When choosing sides for basketball.
            It was long ago and far away
            The world was younger than today
            And dreams were all they gave for free
            To ugly duckling girls like me.

            We all play the game and when we dare
            To cheat ourselves at solitaire
            Inventing lovers on the phone
            Repenting other lives unknown
            That call and say, come dance with me
            and murmur vague obscenities
            At ugly girls like me
            At seventeen.
            "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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            • Dig by Mudvayne

              I would love to beat the face,
              Of any mother ****er that's thinkin' they can change me,
              White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold,
              If you're wantin' a piece of me I broke the mother ****in' mold,
              I'm drowning in your wake
              **** rubbed in my face
              Teething on concrete
              Gums bleeding

              Dig bury me underneath
              Everything that I am rearranging
              Dig bury me underneath
              Everything that I was slowly changing

              I struggle in violated space,
              Sell out mother****ers in the biz that try to **** me,
              Hang from their T's rated P.G. insight,
              I ain't sellin' my soul when there's nothing to buy
              I'm livid in my space
              Pissing in my face
              **** you while you try
              To **** me

              Dig bury me underneath
              Everything that I am rearranging
              Dig bury me underneath
              Everything that I was you ain't ****in' changing me

              Let me help you tie the rope around your neck,
              Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
              Let me help you hold the glock against your head
              Let me help you tie the rope around your neck,
              Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
              Let me help you hold the glock up to your head,
              Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs
              Get on the plank ****

              Dig bury me underneath
              Everything that I am rearranging
              Dig bury me underneath
              Everything that I was slowly changing
              Wish you were committing
              Suicide suckin' on a mother ****in' tailpipe
              Dead man dangling from a tight rope
              Limbless in the middle of a channel bob away
              "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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              • Life Goes On 2pac

                Verse One:

                As I bail through tha empty halls
                breath stinkin'
                in my draws
                ring, ring, ring
                quiet y'all
                incoming call
                plus this my homie from high school
                he's getting bye
                It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry
                life as a baller
                alchol and booty calls
                we usta do them as adolecents
                do you recall?
                raised as G's
                loc'ed out and blazed the weed
                get on tha roof
                let's get smoked out
                and blaze with me
                2 in tha morning
                and we still high assed out
                screamin' 'thug till I die'
                before I passed out
                but now that your gone
                i'm in tha zone
                thinkin'
                'I don't wanna die all alone'
                but now ya gone
                and all I got left are stinkin' memories
                I love them niggas to death
                i'm drinkin' Hennessy
                while tryin' ta make it last
                I drank a 5th for that ass
                when you passed....
                cause life goes on

                Chorus

                How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
                Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'
                be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death
                my niggas, we tha last ones left
                but life goes on.....


                Verse Two:

                Yeah nigga
                I got tha word as hell
                ya blew trial and tha judge gave you
                25 with an L
                time to prepare to do fed time
                won't see parole
                imagine life as a convict
                that's getten' old
                plus with tha drama
                we're lookin out for your babies mama
                taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her...
                life in tha hood...
                is all good for nobody
                remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties
                Me and you
                No true a two
                while scheming on hits
                and gettin tricks
                that maybe we can slide into
                but now you burried
                rest nigga
                cause I ain't worried
                eyes bluried
                sayin' goodbye at the cemetary
                tho' memories fade
                I got your name tated on my arm
                so we both ball till' my dying days
                before I say goodbye
                Kato and Mental rest in peace
                Thug till I die

                Chorus

                Verse Three:

                Bury me smilin'
                with G's in my pocket
                have a party at my funeral
                let every rapper rock it
                let tha hoes that I usta know
                from way before
                kiss me from my head to my toe
                give me a paper and a pen
                so I can write about my life of sin
                a couple bottles of Gin
                incase I don't get in
                tell all my people i'm a Ridah
                nobody cries when we die
                we outlaws
                let me ride
                until I get free
                I live my life in tha fast lane
                got police chasen me
                to my niggas from old blocks
                from old crews
                niggas that guided me through
                back in tha old school
                pour out some liquor
                have a toast for tha homies
                see we both gotta die
                but ya chose to go before me
                and brothas miss ya while your gone
                you left your nigga on his own
                how long we mourn
                life goes on...

                Chorus *repeats to end*


                thanks
                "Flutie was better than Kelly, Elway, Esiason and Cunningham." - Ben Kenobi
                "I have nothing against Wilson, but he's nowhere near the same calibre of QB as Flutie. Flutie threw for 5k+ yards in the CFL." -Ben Kenobi

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                • Best i Ever Had by Vertical HOrizon

                  So you sailed away
                  into a grey sky morning
                  Now I'm here to stay
                  Love can be so boring

                  Nothing's quite the same now
                  I just say your name now

                  Chorus:
                  But it's not so bad
                  You're only the best I ever had
                  You don't want me back
                  You're just the best I ever had

                  So you stole my world
                  Now I'm just a phony
                  Remembering the girl
                  leaves me down and lonely

                  Send it in a letter
                  Make yourself feel better

                  Chorus:
                  But it's not so bad
                  You're only the best I ever had
                  You don't need me back
                  You're just the best I ever had

                  And it may take some time to
                  patch me up inside
                  But I can't take it so I
                  run away and hide
                  And I may find in time that
                  you were always right
                  You're always right

                  So you sailed away
                  into a grey sky morning
                  Now I'm here to stay
                  love can be so boring

                  What was it you wanted?
                  Could it be I'm haunted?

                  Chorus:
                  But it's not so bad
                  You're only the best I ever had
                  I don't want you back
                  You're just the best I ever had

                  The best I ever had
                  Best I ever...
                  "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                  • this song is fooking funny!!!

                    Heaven is a halfpipe by OPM

                    If I die before I wake
                    At least in Heaven I can skate
                    'Cause right now on earth
                    I can’t do jack
                    Without the man up on my back

                    Now Heaven would be a DJ
                    Spinnin’ dub all night long
                    And Heaven would be just kickin’
                    back With Jesus packing my (bong)
                    And if you don’t believe in Jesus
                    Then Muhammed or Buddah too
                    And while the world is warring
                    We just sit back and laugh at you

                    If I die before I wake
                    At least in Heaven I can skate
                    'Cause right now on earth
                    I can’t do jack
                    Without the man up on my back

                    Now when most people think of Heaven
                    They see those pearly gates
                    But I looked a little closer
                    And there’s a sign that says,
                    "Do not skate"
                    So if you wanna come to my Heaven
                    Well we all gonna have a ball
                    And every one you know is welcome
                    'Cause we got no gates or walls

                    If I die before I wake
                    At least in Heaven I can skate

                    Then I got to the gate
                    Pulled out a list that
                    I’d been callin’ fate
                    I’m sorry friend you can’t come in
                    You got a list here that doesn’t end
                    You’re mad 'cause I smoke dope
                    You teachin’ any classes in how to cope
                    I’ll find a place to rest my head
                    I’d rather be alone now that I’m dead
                    Like Christian Hosoi way back in ‘87
                    We’ll be bustin’ Christ airs until we get to Heaven
                    Think I really care that I missed biology
                    Got my education in stale fishology
                    With all your rules you got to chill
                    I’m gonna twist out like Mike McGill
                    Gonna twist out 'cause I got the skills
                    Gonna twist out 'cause I got the skills
                    Got the skills
                    Got the skills
                    Got the skills
                    Got the skills

                    Heaven is a halfpipe

                    If I die before I wake
                    At least in Heaven I can skate
                    'Cause right now on earth
                    I can’t do jack
                    Without the man upon my back

                    (Heaven is a halfpipe)
                    If I die before I wake
                    At least in Heaven I can skate
                    (Heaven is a halfpipe)

                    If I die before I wake
                    (If I die before I wake)
                    At least in Heaven I can skate
                    (Heaven is a halfpipe)
                    "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                    • White Man'z World 2pac

                      "You go bustin your fist against a stone wall,
                      you're not usin your brain. That's what the white man wants you to do.
                      Look at you! What makes you ashamed of bein black?"

                      (Nuttin but love for you my sister)
                      Might even know how hard it is (no doubt)
                      Bein a woman, a black woman at that? (no doubt)
                      **** - in this white man's world
                      Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin hard on our sisters
                      we don't be knowin the pain we be causin (in this white man's world)
                      In this white man's world.. I ain't sayin I'm innocent in all this
                      I'm just sayin (in this white man's world)
                      This song is for y'all
                      For all those times that I messed up or we messed up

                      [2Pac]
                      Dear sister, got me twisted up in prison I miss ya
                      Cryin lookin at my niece's and my newphew's picture
                      They say don't let this cruel world get ya, kinda suspicious
                      Swearin one day you might leave me, for somebody that's richer
                      Twist the cap off the bottle, I take a sip and see tomorrow
                      Gotta make if I have to beg or borrow
                      Readin love letters; late night, locked down and quiet
                      If brothers don't recieve they mail best believe we riot
                      Eatin Jack-Mack(?), starin at walls of silence
                      inside this cage where they captured all my rage and violence
                      In time I learned a few lessons, never fall for riches
                      Aplogizies to my TRUE sisters; far from *****es
                      Help me raise my black nation reperations are due, it's true
                      Caught up in this world I took advantage of you
                      So tell the babies how I love them, precious boys and girls
                      Born black in this white man's world - and all I heard was

                      [Chorus - sung]
                      Who, knows what tomorrow brings
                      In this world, where everyone's blind
                      And where to go, no matter how far I'll find
                      To let you know, that you're not alone

                      [2Pac over Chorus]
                      Only thing they ever did wrong (YES, YES)
                      was bein born black, in this white man's world (NO DOUBT)
                      (All my ghetto mother****ers be proud to be black and be PROUD)
                      All my little black seeds, born black in this white man's world
                      (to have this **** like this, cause ain't NOBODY got it like this)
                      (All these mother****ers wanna be like us, they all wanna be like us)
                      (To be the have-nots, all hail)
                      (God bless the child that can hold his own, no mother****in doubt)

                      [2Pac]
                      Bein born with less I must confess only adds on to the stress
                      Two gunshots to my homie's head, dyed in his vest
                      Shot him to death and left him bleedin for his family to see
                      I pass his casket gently askin, is there heaven for G's?
                      My homeboy's doin life, his baby momma be stressin
                      Sheddin tears when her son, finally ask that questions
                      Where my daddy at? Mama why we live so poor?
                      Why you cryin? Heard you late night through my bedroom door
                      Now do you love me mama? Whitey keep on callin me nigga?
                      Get my weight up with my hate and pay 'em back when I'm bigger
                      And still thuggin in this jail cell, missin my block
                      Hearin brothers screamin all night, wishin they'd stop
                      Proud to be black but why we act like we don't love ourselves
                      Don't look around busta (you sucka) check yourselves
                      Know what it MEANS to be black, whether a man or girl
                      We still strugglin, in this white man's world

                      [Chorus]

                      [*megaphone* over Chorus]
                      We must fight, for brother Mumia
                      We must fight, for brother Mutulu
                      And we must fight, for brother (?)
                      We must fight, for brother Geronimo Pratt
                      We must fight.. for (?), Zulu, (?)
                      We must fight, for the government's political prisoners
                      They are locked up falsely by this white man

                      [2Pac]
                      So tell me why you -
                      changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
                      My time away just made perfection, did you think I'd die?
                      Not gon' cry, why should I care
                      Like we holdin on to lost love that's no longer there
                      Can you please help me, God bless me please keep my seeds healthy
                      Makin all my enemies bleed while my G's wealthy
                      Hopin they bury me with ammunitions, weed, and shells
                      Just in case they trip in heaven - ain't no G's hell
                      Sister sorry for the pain that I caused your heart
                      I know I'll change if you help me, but don't fall apart
                      Rest in peace to Latasha, Lil' Yummy, and Kato
                      Too much for this cold world to take - ended up bein fatal
                      Every women in America, especially black
                      Bear with me, can't you see, that we under attack
                      I never meant to cause drama, to my sister and mama
                      Hope we make it, to better times, in this white man's world

                      [Chorus] - 3X

                      [Dialogue over Chorus]
                      "You're out of touch with reality!
                      There are a few of you in a few smoke filled rooms (?) that
                      the mainstream wound up masses of the people
                      White and black, red yellow, and, and brown
                      (?) invulnerable are suffering, in this nation."

                      [2Pac over Chorus]
                      Remember that, in this white man's world, they can't stop us
                      We've been here all this time they ain't took us out
                      They can never take us out
                      No matter what they say, about us bein extinct
                      about us being endangered species, we ain't NEVER gon' leave this
                      We ain't NEVER gon' walk off this planet, unless Y'ALL choose to
                      Use your brain, use your brain
                      It ain't THEM that's killin us it's US that's killin us
                      It ain't THEM that's knockin us off, it's US that's knockin us off
                      I'm tellin you better watch it, or be a victim
                      Be a victim, in this white man's world..
                      .. born black, in this white man's world, no doubt
                      And it's dedicated to my mother****in teachers
                      Mutulu Shakur, Geronimo Pratt, Mumia Abu Jamal
                      Sekou Odinga, all the real O.G.'s, we out
                      "Flutie was better than Kelly, Elway, Esiason and Cunningham." - Ben Kenobi
                      "I have nothing against Wilson, but he's nowhere near the same calibre of QB as Flutie. Flutie threw for 5k+ yards in the CFL." -Ben Kenobi

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                      • Kristin Hersh rocks!

                        Not too soon

                        Throwing Muses

                        She colourblind tired eyes
                        Her hallway aching
                        She'll never move him likes it that way
                        He's just a walker and he'll never stop walking away

                        It's not too soon he said It's not too soon at all
                        You might as well be dead he said If you're afraid to fall
                        I said I know her

                        She said Why do you stare so hard
                        Wrapped up like a doll in bad dreams and broken arms
                        Make these old bones shiver

                        It's not too soon he said It's not too soon at all
                        You might as well be dead he said If you're afraid to fall
                        I said I know her

                        The last time I saw you You were standing in the dark
                        And with a freezing face I watched you fall apart
                        It's not too soon he said It's not too soon at all
                        You might as well be dead he said If you're afraid to fall
                        I said done your time been in your place |
                        I couldn't look you in the face and tell you that it turns me on
                        it makes my stomach turn I know
                        I know her

                        It's not too soon he said It's not too soon at all
                        You might as well be dead he said If you're afraid to fall
                        I said I know her
                        Last edited by Bereta_Eder; February 24, 2002, 05:08.

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                        • What's Going on by Marvin Gaye

                          Mother, mother
                          There's too many of you crying
                          Brother, brother, brother
                          There's far too many of you dying
                          You know we've got to find a way
                          To bring some lovin' here today - Ya

                          Father, father
                          We don't need to escalate
                          You see, war is not the answer
                          For only love can conquer hate
                          You know we've got to find a way
                          To bring some lovin' here today

                          Picket lines and picket signs
                          Don't punish me with brutality
                          Talk to me, so you can see
                          Oh, what's going on
                          What's going on
                          Ya, what's going on
                          Ah, what's going on

                          In the mean time
                          Right on, baby
                          Right on
                          Right on

                          Father, father, everybody thinks we're wrong
                          Oh, but who are they to judge us
                          Simply because our hair is long
                          Oh, you know we've got to find a way
                          To bring some understanding here today
                          Oh

                          Picket lines and picket signs
                          Don't punish me with brutality
                          Talk to me
                          So you can see
                          What's going on
                          Ya, what's going on
                          Tell me what's going on
                          I'll tell you what's going on - Uh
                          Right on baby
                          Right on baby
                          "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                          • When You Say Nothing At All

                            by Allison Krauss

                            originally by Keith Whitley


                            It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
                            Without saying a word you can light up the dark
                            Try as I may I could never explain
                            What I hear when you don't say a thing

                            The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
                            There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
                            A touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
                            Now you say it best, when you say nothing at all

                            All day long I can hear people talking out loud
                            But when you hold me near you drown out the crowd
                            Old Mister Webster could never define
                            What's being said between your heart and mine

                            The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
                            There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
                            A touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
                            Now you say it best, when you say nothing at all

                            The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
                            There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
                            A touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
                            Now you say it best, when you say nothing at all
                            Which side are we on? We're on the side of the demons, Chief. We are evil men in the gardens of paradise, sent by the forces of death to spread devastation and destruction wherever we go. I'm surprised you didn't know that. --Saul Tigh

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                            • Alanis Morissette - Hand In My Pocket

                              I'm broke but I'm happy
                              I'm poor but I'm kind
                              I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah
                              I'm high but I'm grounded
                              I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
                              I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby

                              And what it all comes down to
                              Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine
                              Cuz I've got one hand in my pocket
                              And the other one is giving a high five

                              I feel drunk but I'm sober
                              I'm young and I'm underpaid
                              I'm tired but I'm working, yeah
                              I care but I'm restless
                              I'm here but I'm really gone
                              I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby

                              And what it all comes down to
                              Is that everything's gonna be quite alright
                              Cuz I've got one hand in my pocket
                              And the other one is flicking a cigarette
                              What it all comes down to
                              Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
                              Cuz I've got one hand in my pocket
                              And the other one is giving the peace sign

                              I'm free but I'm focused
                              I'm green but I'm wise
                              I'm hard but I'm friendly baby
                              I'm sad but I'm laughing
                              I'm brave but I'm chicken ****
                              I'm sick but I'm pretty baby

                              What it all boils down to
                              Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet
                              Cuz I've got one hand in my pocket
                              And the other one is playing the piano
                              What it all comes down to my friend
                              Is that everything's just fine fine fine
                              Cuz I've got one hand in my pocket
                              And the other one is hailing a taxi cab.....
                              "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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                              • Joni Mitchell triple...

                                This Flight Tonight

                                Look out the left, the captain said
                                The lights down there that's where we'll land
                                I saw a falling star burn up
                                Above the Las Vegas sands
                                It wasn't the one that you gave to me
                                That night down south between the trailers
                                Not the early one
                                That you can wish upon
                                Not the northern one
                                That guides in the sailors

                                Oh starbright starbright
                                You've got the lovin' that I like all right
                                Turn this crazy bird around
                                I shouldn't have got on this flight tonight

                                You got the touch so gentle and sweet
                                But you've got that look so critical
                                Now I can't talk to you baby
                                I get so weak
                                Sometimes I think love is just mythical
                                Up there's a heaven
                                Down there's a town
                                Blackness everywhere and little lights shine
                                Oh blackness blackness dragging me down
                                Come on light the candle in this poor heart of mine

                                Oh starbright starbright
                                You've got the lovin' that I like all right
                                Turn this crazy bird around
                                I shouldn't hove got on this flight tonight

                                I'm drinking sweet champagne
                                Got the headphones up high
                                Can't numb you out
                                Can't drum you out of my mind
                                They're playing Goodbye baby, Baby Goodbye
                                Ooh ooh love is blind
                                Up go the flaps down go the wheels
                                I hope you got your heat turned on baby
                                I hope they finally fixed your automobile
                                I hope it's better when we meet again baby

                                Starbright starbright
                                You got the lovin' that I like all right
                                Turn this crazy bird around
                                I shouldn't have got on this flight tonight


                                Don't Interrput The Sorrow

                                Don't interrupt the sorrow
                                Darn right
                                In flames our prophet witches
                                Be polite
                                A room full of glasses
                                He says "You're notches liberation doll"
                                And he chains me with that serpent
                                To that Ethiopian wall

                                Anima rising
                                Queen of Queens
                                Wash my guilt of Eden
                                Wash and balance me
                                Anima rising
                                Uprising in me tonight
                                She's a vengeful little goddess
                                With an ancient crown to fight

                                Truth goes up in vapors
                                The steeples lean
                                Winds of change patriarchs
                                Snug in your bible belt dreams
                                God goes up the chimney
                                Like childhood Santa Claus
                                The good slaves love the good book
                                A rebel loves a cause

                                I'm leaving on the 1:15
                                You're darn right
                                Since I was seventeen
                                I've had no one over me
                                He says "Anima rising
                                So what
                                Petrified wood process
                                Tall timber down to rock"

                                Don't interrupt the sorrow
                                Darn right
                                He says "We walked on the moon
                                You be polite"
                                Don't let up the sorrow
                                Death and birth and death and birth
                                He says "Bring that bottle kindly
                                And I'll pad your purse
                                I've got a head full of quandary
                                And a mighty mighty thirst"

                                Seventeen glasses
                                Rhine wine
                                Milk of the Madonna
                                Clandestine
                                He don't let up the sorrow
                                He lies and he cheats
                                It takes a heart like Mary's these days
                                When your man gets weak


                                The Last Time I Saw Richard

                                The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68
                                And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday
                                Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe
                                You laugh he said you think you're immune
                                Go look at your eyes they're full of moon
                                You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
                                All those pretty lies pretty lies
                                When you gonna realise they're only pretty lies
                                Only pretty lies just pretty lies

                                He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer and he pushed
                                Three buttons and the thing began to whirr
                                And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie
                                And she said "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close"
                                "Richard, you haven't really changed" I said
                                It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head
                                You got tombs in your eyes but the songs you punched are dreaming
                                Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet
                                When you gonna get yourself back on your feet?
                                Oh and love can be so sweet Love so sweet

                                Richard got married to a figure skater
                                And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator
                                And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on
                                And all the house lights left up bright
                                I'm gonna blow this damn candle out
                                I don't want nobody comin' over to my table
                                I got nothing to talk to anybody about
                                All good dreamers pass this way some day
                                Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes dark cafes
                                Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings and fly away
                                Only a phase these dark cafe days
                                "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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