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  • #91
    Po-Jama People
    Frank Zappa & The Mothers of Invention


    Some people's hot
    Some people's cold
    Some people's not very
    Swift to behold
    Some people do it
    Some see right through it
    Some wear pyjamas
    If only they knew it

    The pyjama people are boring me to pieces
    They make me feel like I am wasting my time
    They all got flannel up 'n down 'em
    A little trap-door back aroun' 'em
    An' some cozy little *footies* on their mind

    Po-jama people!
    Po-jama people, people!
    Lawd, they make you sleepy
    With the things they might say
    Po-jama people!
    Po-jama people, people!
    *Mother, Mary 'n Jozuf*, wish they'd all go away!

    Po-jama people!
    It's a po-jama people special...
    Take one home with you & save a dollar today
    Po-jama people!
    Po-jama people, people!
    Wrap 'em up
    Roll 'em out
    Get 'em out of my way
    "In Italy for 30 years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed. But they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love. They had 500 years of democracy and peace. And what did that produce? The cuckoo clock."
    —Orson Welles as Harry Lime

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    • #92
      Analyze by the Cranberries

      Close your eyes
      Close your eyes
      Breathe the air out there
      We are free, we can be wide open

      For you open my eyes
      To the beauty I see
      We will pray, we will stay
      Wide open

      Don´t analyse
      Don´t analyse
      Don´t go that way
      Don´t live that way
      That would paralyse your evolution

      Don´t analyse
      Don´t analyse
      Don´t go that way
      Don´t live that way
      That would paralyse your evolution

      La la la
      This greatest moment
      La la la
      The strangest day
      La la la
      The greatest love of them all

      La la la
      This greatest moment
      La la la
      The strangest day
      La la la
      The greatest love of them all

      Close your eyes
      Close your eyes
      Breathe the air out there
      Fantasize, fantasize
      We are open

      For you open my eyes
      To the beauty I see
      We will pray, we will stay
      Together

      La la la
      This greatest moment
      La la la
      The strangest day
      La la la
      The greatest love of them all

      La la la
      This greatest moment
      La la la
      The strangest day
      La la la
      The greatest love of them all
      "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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      • #93
        Generator
        Bad Religion

        Like a rock,
        like a planet,
        Like a ****ing atom bomb,
        I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness
        that i encounter everywhere I turn
        I've seen it all before
        In book and magazines
        like a twitch before dying
        like a pornographic sea
        there's a flower behind the window
        there's an ugly laughing man
        like a hummingbird in silence
        like the blood on the door
        it's the generator
        oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door
        wash me clean and I will run
        until i reach the shore
        I've known it all along
        like the bone under my skin
        like actors in a photograph
        like paper in the wind
        there's a hammer by the window
        there's a knife on the floor
        like turbines in darkness
        like the blood on my door
        it's the generator
        "Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way. "
        -Bokonon

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        • #94
          Lutricia McNeal - Ain't That Just The WAy

          He was a very special warm and gentle person
          Who put music in the world and spoke in rhyme
          And it hurts me that I never really knew him
          ‘Cause all it would have taken was some time

          You know he always seemed to be there when I stumbled
          And when mountains got to steep for me to climb
          And it tears me up to think I never touched him
          ‘Cause all it would have taken was some time

          Ain't that just the way that life goes
          Down, down, down, down
          Movin' way too fast or much too slow
          Gettin' up, gettin' high, gettin' down
          Gettin' no, no, nowhere
          But not gettin' into someone I should know

          Now he's in another place and I can't reach him
          And I feel as though I'm guilty of a crime
          I took all he had to give and gave him nothin'
          And all it would have taken was some time

          Ain't that just the way that life goes
          Down, down, down, down
          Movin' way too fast or much too slow
          Gettin' up, gettin' high, gettin' down
          Gettin' no, no, nowhere
          But not gettin' into someone I should know

          Ain't that just the way that life goes
          Down, down, down, down
          Movin' way too fast or much too slow...
          "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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          • #95
            The End Of Camelot
            Peter Cetera



            Here I go again
            Driving to the edge of town
            Need to be alone when I'm thinking
            With no one else around
            I've always been a dreamer
            And from here I dream a lot
            And now I see the end of Camelot

            (chorus)
            If anyone could have a change of heart
            Maybe you could change your mind
            But if you're giving up - If you're letting go
            Don't let me be the last to know

            Here I go again
            Walking down the same old streets
            I don't wanna see anybody
            I wanna be discreet

            I'm a firm believer
            And I once believed in you
            But now I can't believe all the things
            You're putting me through

            chorus

            I'm not thinking straight - I'm not feeling great
            I'm not sleeping too well
            I'm not doing what I know I can - I can't help myself
            Only time will tell

            chorus
            Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
            "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
            He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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            • #96
              Policy of Truth by Depeche Mode

              you had something to hide
              should have hidden it, shouldn't you
              now you're not satisfied
              with what you're being put through

              its just time to pay the price
              for not listening to advice
              and deciding in your youth
              on the policy of truth

              things could be so different now
              it used to be so civilized
              you will always wonder how
              it could have been if you'd only lied

              it's too late to change events
              its time to face the consequence
              for delivering the proof
              in the policy of truth

              never again is what you swore, the time before
              never again is what you swore, the time before

              now you're standing there tongue tied
              you'd better learn your lesson well
              hide what you have to hide
              and tell what you have to tell

              you'll see your problems multiplied
              if you continually decide
              to faithfully pursue
              the policy of truth

              never again is what you swore, the time before

              I'm An ******* by Dennis Leary

              Folks, Id like to sing a song about the American Dream
              About me, about you
              About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests
              About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts
              Maybe below the cockles,
              Maybe in the sub cockle area,
              Maybe in the liver, maybe in the kidneys,
              Maybe even in the colon, we dont know

              Im just a regular Joe, with a regular job
              Im your average white, suburbanite slob
              I like football and porno and books about war
              I got an average house, with a nice hardwood floor
              My wife and my job, my kids and my car
              My feet on my table, and a Cuban cigar

              But sometimes that just aint enough to keep a man like me interested
              (oh no, no way, uh uh)
              No I gotta go out and have fun at someone elses expense
              (woah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
              I drive really slow in the ultra fast lane
              While people behind me are going insane

              Im an ******* (hes an *******)
              Im an ******* (hes an *******, such an *******)

              I use public toilets and I piss on the seat
              I walk around in the summer time saying "how about this heat?"

              Im an ******* (hes an *******)
              Im an ******* (hes the worlds biggest *******)

              Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces
              While handicapped people make handicapped faces

              Im an ******* (hes an *******)
              Im an ******* (hes a real ****ing *******)

              Maybe I shouldnt be singing this song
              Ranting and raving and carrying on
              Maybe theyre right when they tell me Im wrong
              Nah

              Im an ******* (hes an *******)
              Im an ******* (hes the worlds biggest *******)

              You know what Im gonna do
              Im gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado convertible
              Hot pink, with whale skin hubcaps
              And all leather cow interior
              And make brown baby seal eyes for head lights (yeah)
              And Im gonna drive in that baby at 115 miles per hour
              Gettin' 1 mile per gallon,
              Sucking down Quarter Pounder cheeseburgers from McDonalds
              In the old fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers
              And when Im done sucking down those greeseball burgers
              Im gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag
              And then Im gonna toss the styrofoam containers right out the side
              And there aint a goddamn thing anybody can do about it
              You know why, because weve got the bombs, thats why
              2 words, nuclear ****ing weapons, OK?
              Russia, Germany, Romania, they can have all the democracy they want
              They can have a big democracy cakewalk
              Right through the middle of Tiananmen Square
              and it wont make a lick of difference
              Because weve got the bombs, OK?
              John Wayne's not dead, hes frozen, and as soon as we find a cure for cancer
              Were gonna thaw out the duke and hes gonna be pretty pissed off
              You know why,
              Have you ever taken a cold shower, well multiply that by 15 million times
              Thats how pissed off the dukes gonna be!
              I'm gonna get the Duke, and John Cassavetes,
              and Lee Marvin, and Sam Peckinpah, and a case of whiskey,
              and drive down to Texas and say.....

              (Hey! You know, you really are an *******!)
              Why don't you just shut up and sing the song, pal?
              Im an ******* (hes an *******)
              Im an ******* (hes the worlds biggest *******)

              A-S-S-H-O-L-E
              Everybody
              A-S-S-H-O-L-E

              Im an ******* and Im proud of it
              "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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              • #97
                Originally posted by MosesPresley
                Great song Master Zen!
                Which of the two?
                A true ally stabs you in the front.

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                • #98
                  Be Here Now- George Harrison

                  Remember, Now, Be Here Now
                  As it's not like it was before.
                  The past, was, Be Here Now
                  As it's not like it was before - it was

                  Why try to live a life,
                  that isn't real,
                  no how
                  A mind, that wants to wander,
                  'round a corner,
                  is an un-wise mind

                  Now, Is, Be Here Now
                  and it's not what it was before,
                  Remember, Now, Be Here Now
                  as it's not like it was before - it was



                  Brainwashed- George Harrison

                  Brainwashed in our childhood
                  Brainwashed by the school
                  Brainwashed by our teachers
                  and brainwashed by their rules

                  Brainwashed by our leaders
                  By our Kings and Queens
                  Brainwashed in the open and brainwashed
                  behind the scenes

                  God God God
                  A voice cried in the wilderness
                  God God God
                  it was on the longest night
                  God God God
                  An eternity of darkness
                  God God God
                  Someone turned out the spiritual light

                  Brainwashed by the Nikkei
                  Brainwashed by Dow Jones
                  Brainwashed by the FTSE
                  Nasdaq and secure loans
                  Brainwashed us from Brussels
                  Brainwashing us in Bonn
                  Brainwashing us in Washington
                  Westminster in London

                  God God God
                  You are the wisdom that we seek
                  God God God
                  The lover that we miss
                  God God God
                  Your nature is eternity
                  God God God
                  You are Existance, Knowlwedge, Bliss

                  The soul does not love, it is love itself
                  It does not exist, It is existence itself
                  It does not know, It is knowledge itself
                  "How to Know God" Page 130

                  They brainwashed my great uncle
                  Brainwashed my cousin Bob
                  They even got my grandma when she was
                  working for the mob
                  Brainwash you while you're sleeping
                  While you're in a traffic jam
                  Brainwash you while you're weeping
                  While still a baby in your pram
                  Brainwashed by the Military
                  Brainwashed under duress
                  Brainwashed by the media
                  You're brainwashed by the press
                  Brainwashed by computer
                  Brainwashed by mobile phones
                  Brainwashed by the satellite
                  Brainwashed to the bone

                  God God God
                  Won't you lead us through this mess
                  God God God
                  From the places of concrete
                  God God God
                  Nothing's worse than ignorance
                  God God God
                  I just won't accept defeat

                  God God God
                  Must be something I forgot
                  God God God
                  Down on Bull**** Avenue
                  God God God
                  If we can only stop the rot
                  God God God
                  Wish that you'd brainwash us too

                  Namah Parvarti Pataye Hare Hare Mahadev
                  Namah Parvarti Pataye Hare Hare
                  Namah Parvarti Pataye Hare Hare

                  Shiva Shiva Shankara Mahadeva
                  Hare Hare Hare Hare Mahadeva
                  Shiva Shiva Shankara Mahadeva
                  Shiva Shiva Shankara Mahadeva

                  Namah Parvarti Pataya Hare Hare
                  Namah Parvarti Pataye Hare Hare
                  Shiva Shiva Shankara Mahadeva
                  Shiva Shiva Shankara Mahadeva



                  What's The Ugliest Part Of Your Body?- Frank Zappa & The Mothers Of Invention

                  What's the ugliest
                  Part of your body?
                  What's the ugliest
                  Part of your body?
                  Some say your nose
                  Some say your toes
                  (I think it's your mind)
                  But I think it's YOUR MIND
                  (Your mind)
                  I think it's your mind, woo woo

                  ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR
                  UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF
                  SYSTEMS BEYOND THEIR CONTROL
                  A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE & THE GRAY
                  DESPAIR OF YOUR UGLY LIFE

                  Where did Annie go
                  When she went to town?
                  Who are all those creeps
                  That she brings around?

                  ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR
                  UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF LIES YOU BELIEVE
                  A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE THAT KEEPS
                  THE YOUNG FROM THE TRUTH THEY DESERVE . .
                  "I wrote a song about dental floss but did anyone's teeth get cleaner?" -Frank Zappa
                  "A thing moderately good is not so good as it ought to be. Moderation in temper is always a virtue, but moderation in principle is always a vice."- Thomas Paine
                  "I'll let you be in my dream if I can be in yours." -Bob Dylan

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                  • #99
                    Behind Blue Eyes
                    The Who



                    No one knows what it's like
                    To be the bad man
                    To be the sad man
                    Behind blue eyes

                    No one knows what it's like
                    To be hated
                    To be fated
                    To telling only lies

                    But my dreams
                    They aren't as empty
                    As my conscience seems to be

                    I have hours, only lonely
                    My love is vengeance
                    That's never free

                    No one knows what it's like
                    To feel these feelings
                    Like I do
                    And I blame you

                    No one bites back as hard
                    On their anger
                    None of my pain and woe
                    Can show through

                    But my dreams
                    They aren't as empty
                    As my conscience seems to be

                    I have hours, only lonely
                    My love is vengeance
                    That's never free

                    When my fist clenches, crack it open
                    Before I use it and lose my cool
                    When I smile, tell me some bad news
                    Before I laugh and act like a fool

                    And if I swallow anything evil
                    Put your finger down my throat
                    And if I shiver, please give me a blanket
                    Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

                    No one knows what it's like
                    To be the bad man
                    To be the sad man
                    Behind blue eyes
                    Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                    "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                    He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                    • One of my favorites, Sloww.

                      You Shook Me All Night Long
                      AC/DC

                      She was a fast machine
                      She kept her motor clean
                      She was the best damn woman I had ever seen
                      She had the sightless eyes
                      Telling me no lies
                      Knockin' me out with those American thighs
                      Taking more than her share
                      Had me fighting for air
                      She told me to come but I was already there

                      'Cause the walls start shaking
                      The earth was quaking
                      My mind was aching
                      And we were making it and you -

                      Shook me all night long

                      Working double time
                      On the seduction line
                      She was one of a kind, she's just mine all mine
                      She wanted no applause
                      Just another course
                      Made a meal out of me and came back for more
                      Had to cool me down
                      To take another round
                      Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing

                      'Cause the walls were shaking
                      The earth was quaking
                      My mind was aching
                      And we were making it and you -

                      Shook me all night long
                      "Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way. "
                      -Bokonon

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                      • Judy is a Punk
                        The Ramones

                        jackie is a punk
                        judy is a runt
                        they both went down to berlin,
                        joined the ice capades
                        and oh, i don't know why
                        oh, i don't know why
                        perhaps they'll die,
                        oh yeah
                        perhaps they'll die,
                        oh yeah
                        perhaps they'll die,
                        oh yeah
                        perhaps they'll die,
                        oh yeah

                        jackie is a punk
                        judy is a runt
                        they both went down to berlin,
                        joined the ice capades
                        and oh, i don't know why
                        oh, i don't know why
                        perhaps they'll die,
                        oh yeah
                        perhaps they'll die,
                        oh yeah
                        perhaps they'll die,
                        oh yeah
                        perhaps they'll die,
                        oh yeah

                        jackie is a punk
                        judy is a runt
                        they both went down to frisco,
                        joined the sla
                        and oh, i don't know why
                        oh, i don't know why
                        perhaps they'll die,
                        oh yeah
                        perhaps they'll die,
                        oh yeah
                        perhaps they'll die,
                        oh yeah
                        perhaps they'll die,
                        oh yeah!!!
                        "Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way. "
                        -Bokonon

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                        • Southern Man
                          Neil Young

                          Southern man better keep your head
                          Don't forget what your good book said
                          Southern change gonna come at last
                          Now your crosses are burning fast
                          Southern man

                          I saw cotton and I saw black
                          Tall white mansions and little shacks
                          Southern man when will you pay them back?
                          I heard screamin' and bullwhips cracking
                          How long? How long?

                          Southern man better keep your head
                          Don't forget what your good book said
                          Southern change gonna come at last
                          Now your crosses are burning fast
                          Southern man

                          Lily Belle, your hair is golden brown
                          I've seen your black man comin' round
                          Swear by God I'm gonna cut him down!
                          I heard screamin' and bullwhips cracking
                          How long? How long?
                          "Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way. "
                          -Bokonon

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                          • Me and Bobby McGee
                            Janis Joplin

                            Butterflied in Maton Rouge, headin' for the train
                            Feelin' nearly faded at Marquee's
                            Bobby found the diesel down, just before it rained
                            Took us all the way to New Orleans
                            I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
                            I was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
                            With that windshield wiper slappin' time and Bobby clappin' hands
                            We finally sang up every song that driver knew
                            Chorus:
                            Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
                            And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
                            Feelin' good was easy, Lord when Bobby sang the blues
                            Buddy, that was good enough for me, good enough for me and Bobby McGee
                            From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun
                            Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
                            Standin' right beside me, through everything I've done
                            And every night he kept me from the cold
                            Then somewhere near Salinas, I let him slip away
                            Lookin' for the home I hope he'll find
                            And I'll trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
                            Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
                            Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
                            And nothin' left is all he left for me
                            Ah, feelin' good was easy, Lord when Bobby sang the blues
                            Buddy, that was good enough for me, good enough for me and Bobby McGee
                            Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee, good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
                            I let him slip away, lookin' for that home I hope he'll find
                            Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee, good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
                            Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee... (to fade)
                            "Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way. "
                            -Bokonon

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                            • Originally posted by Master Zen


                              Which of the two?
                              Sorry,

                              I was referring to "Broadway".

                              Billy Joel is an overpaid lounge act. Don't get me wrong, he has the hooks, but man, the majority of his output is pure schmaltz.
                              "In Italy for 30 years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed. But they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love. They had 500 years of democracy and peace. And what did that produce? The cuckoo clock."
                              —Orson Welles as Harry Lime

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                              • Tracy Chapman - Bang Bang Bang

                                What you go and do
                                You go and give the boy a gun
                                Now there ain't place to run to
                                Ain't no place to run to
                                When he hold it in his hand
                                He feel mighty he feel strong
                                Now there ain't no place to run to
                                Ain't no place to run

                                One day he may come back
                                Repay us for what we've done
                                Then where you gonna run to
                                Where you gonna run

                                But one fine day
                                All our problems will be solved
                                Bang bang bang
                                We'll shoot him down

                                Give him drugs and give him candy
                                Anything to make him think he's happy
                                And he won't ever come for us
                                He won't ever come

                                But if he does
                                And if there's no one else around
                                Bang bang bang
                                We'll shoot him down

                                If he preys only on his neighbors
                                Brothers sisters and friends
                                We'll consider it a favor
                                We'll consider justice done

                                But if he comes for you or me
                                And we can place a gun in his hand
                                Bang bang bang
                                We'll shoot him dead

                                What you go and do
                                You go and give the boy a gun
                                Now there ain't no place to run to
                                Ain't no place to run

                                Now we'll all be at his mercy
                                If he decides to hunt us down
                                Cause there ain't no place to run to
                                Ain't no place to run

                                If he wants the chances that you took from him
                                And nothing that you own
                                Then there'll be no place to run to
                                There'll be no place to run

                                And if he finds himself to be
                                A reflection of us all
                                Bang bang bang
                                He'll shoot us down

                                Before you can raise your eyes to read
                                The writing on the wall
                                Bang bang bang
                                He'll shoot you down

                                Before you can bridge the gulf between
                                And embrace him in your arms
                                Bang bang bang
                                He'll shoot you down
                                "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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