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emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
none but ourselves can free our minds
have no fear for atomic energy
cause none of them can stop the time

how long shall they kill our prophets
while we stand aside and look?
they say it's just a part of it
we've got to fulfill the book

won't you help to sing
these songs of freedom
cause all i ever had
redemption song
redemption song
redemption songs

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"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

This band did a cover of the previous song:

When you were little she sold you out
Out be the ounce the drugs and alcohol was free
Or maybe it was your imagination
Friend of the family but now the foe
She gets inside your mind with everything you smoke
That's why your conspiracy comes from some words she spoke

The rain is controlled by misty
Who's one but feels like three
She always has to be behind every little problem I face
I'd drive to Ireland but there's a lake between the land
She hired private eyes to follow me

Maybe I'll go to Paris and France
And meet the Pope and someone to be with for life
A place far away where she could never find us here

Everything bad is a "misty"
She's hiding in that tree
I'm swimming at the beach and she's got submarines and high technology
She runs my life and in my dreams at night
And everywhere I go I'm always six degress, from misty

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

i'll sink manhattan
right under the sea
i'll find the sweetest spot to watch as it goes away

you were so happy
with the things that you said
like he's my lower half
you laughed
but you're gonna cry

a river of tiny tears flow from your crocodile eyes
too late to apologize i say as flood waters rise

i'll sink manhattan
i'll sacrifice friends
i think they'd understand my plans
i'll never be sure

i've got a message
so before i get through
i'll find your answering machine and i'll sink it first

burn your forget me nots
admit that true love can die
no i won't apologize my love
just kiss me goodbye

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"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Bangkok, Oriental setting
And the city don't know that the city is getting
The creme de la creme of the chess world in a
Show with everything but Yul Brynner

Time flies - doesn't seem a minute
Since the Tirolean spa had the chess boys in it
All change - don't you know that when you
Play at this level there's no ordinary venue

It's Iceland... or the Philippines... or Hastings... or... or this place!

One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain't free
You'll find a god in every golden cloister
And if you're lucky then the god's a she
I can feel an angel sliding up to me

One town's very like another
When your head's down over your pieces, brother

It's a drag, it's a bore, it's really such a pity
To be looking at the board, not looking at the city

Whaddya mean? Ya seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town...

Tea, girls, warm, sweet, sweet
Some are set up in the Somerset Maugham suite

Get Thai'd! You're talking to a tourist
Whose every move's among the purest
I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine


One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can't be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me


Siam's gonna be the witness
To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness
This grips me more than would a
Muddy old river or reclining Buddha

And thank God I'm only watching the game, controlling it

I don't see you guys rating
The kind of mate I'm contemplating
I'd let you watch, I would invite you
But the queens we use would not excite you

So you better go back to your bars, your temples, your massage parlours

One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain't free
You'll find a god in every golden cloister
A little flesh, a little history
I can feel an angel sliding up to me

One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can't be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

stepping out to angelucci's for my coffee beans
checking out the movies and the magazines
the waitress she watches me crossing from the barroca bar
i get a pickup for my steel guitar
i saw ya walking out shaftsbury avenue
scuse me talking i wanna marry you
this is seventh heaven street to me don't seem so proud
you're just another angel in the crowd
and i'm walking in the wild west end
walking in the wild west end
walking with your wild best friend

now the conductress on the number 19 she was a honey
pink toenails and hands all dirty with the money
greasy greasy greasy hair easy smile
she made me feel 19 for awhile
i went down to chinatown
in the backrooms its a man's world
all the money that goes down
duck inside the doorway duck to eat
just ain't no way you and me we can't beat
walking in the wild west end
walking in the wild west end
walking with your wild best friend

now a gogo dancing girl yes i saw her
the dj he says here's mandy for ya
i feel alright seeing her do her stuff
she's dancing high i move on by
closeups can get rough
when you're walking in the wild west end
walking in the wild west end
walking with your wild best friend.

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"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

I'm going for a walk
not the after dinner kind
I'm gonna use my hands
and I'm gonna use my mind

and who the hell are you to tell me what to do?
you can't even tie your own haggard shoes
your closet is a mess, and your backyard's falling down
and I have no grand ideas or intentions of sticking around

I'm gonna build a world
independant and exempt
all alone I'll be an empire
with no mortgage and no rent

and I don't need to live in your stinking zoo
you can't even feed the animals donated to you
your storage sheds are ramshackled, flies decorate the walls
and you expect me to die here in this tiny stall?

and I know you're watching! everything I do
call me threat to your children call me socially unglued
call me master of insanity, unable to relate
call me lazy, bane, and filthy
call me monstrous reprobate

I'm going for a walk and there's nothing you can do
'cuz I don't have to live like you
so I'm going for a walk

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies
Be-Bop-A-Lua, Baby What I Say
Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman
Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay
He got the action, he got the motion
Yeah, the boy can play
Dedication devotion
Turning all the night time into the day

He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman
He do the song about the knife
He do the walk, he do the walk of life

next song on that album:

well all the late night bargains have been struck
between the satin beaus and their belles
prehistoric garbage trucks have the city to themselves
echos roars dinosaurs
they're all doing the monster mash
most of the taxis and most of the whores are only taking calls for cash

i don't know how it happened
it all took place so quick
but all i can do is hand it to you
and your latest trick

my door was standing open
security was laid back and lax
but it was only my heart that got broken
you musta had a pass key made out of wax
you play robbery with insolence
and i play the blues in 12 bars down on lovers lane
and you never did have the intelligence to use
the twelve keys hanging off of my chain

i don't know how it happened
it all took place so quick
but all i can do is hand it to you
and your latest trick

well now it's past last call for alcohol
past recall's been here and gone
the landlord he finally paid us off
the satin jazzmen have put away their horns
and we're standing in sight of this wonderland
looking so bereaved and so bereft
like a bowery bum when he finally understands
the bottle's empty and there's nothing left

i don't know how it happened
it was faster than the eye could flick
but all i can do is hand it to you
and your latest trick

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"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Gonna dive into a dive
I've dove into before
Gonna haunt a haunt I've haunted
Like a million times or more
A familiar joint
Where getting drunk's the only point
To frequent this place
With any frequency at all

Countin' on a remedy
I've counted on before
Goin' with a cure that's never failed me
What you call the disease,
I call the remedy
What you're callin' the cause,
I call the cure

Gonna sing a song, a song to you
A song I've sung before
Belt out a ballad that I've belted out
A million times or more
The words I'm gonna scream
And getting drunk's the central theme
to the lyrics, if you can
make the lyrics out at all

Countin' on a remedy
I've counted on before
Goin' with a cure that's never failed me
What you call the disease,
I call the remedy
What you're callin' the cause,
I call the cure

Just a devotion to a potion
Please no applause
A dedication to a medication
A crutch a cure a cause
What I've counted on to pick me up
Has knocked me to my knees
Before I hit the floor once more
I'll call it the disease

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

livin easy livin free
season ticket on a one way ride
askin nothing leave me be
taking everything in my stride
don't need reason don't need rhyme
there ain't nothin that i'd rather do
goin down party time
my friends are gonna be there too

i'm on the highway to hell
highway to hell
highway to hell
highway to hell

no stop signs or speed limit
nobody gonna slow me down
like a wheel gonna spin it
nobody gonna mess me around
hey satan pay my dues
playin in a rock and roll band
hey mama look at me
on my way to the promised land

i'm on the highway to hell
highway to hell
highway to hell
highway to hell

don't stop me

i'm on the highway to hell
highway to hell
highway to hell
highway to hell
and i'm goin down
all the way
i'm on the highway to hell

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"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Well Mack the Finger said to Louie the King
I got forty red white and blue shoe strings
And a thousand telephones that don't ring
Do you know where I can get rid of these things
And Louie the King said let me think for a minute son
And he said yes I think it can be easily done
Just take everything down to Highway 61.

how many roads must a man walk down 42!
before you call him a man?
how many seas must the wild duck sail
before she sleeps in the sand?
how many times can the cannonballs fly
before they are forever banned?
the answer my friend, is blowing in the wind
the answer is blowing in the wind

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"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Well I dig you Georgia peaches
Makes me fell right at home
Well now I dig you Georgia peaches
Makes me fell right at home
But I don't love me no one woman
So I can't stay in Georgia long

Well now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
Well now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
I ain't got me nobody
I don't carry me no load

I saw that moondog!

Last night I had the strangest dream
I sailed away to China, in a little rowboat to find ya
And you said you had to get your laundry clean
Didn't want no one to hold you, what does that mean? And you said...

Ain't nothing gonna break my stride
Nobody gonna slow me down, oh no
I've got to keep on moving
Ain't nothing gonna break my stride
I'm running and I won't touch ground, oh no
I've got to keep on moving

You're on the road and now you pray it'll last
The road behind was rocky
But now you're feeling cocky
You look at me and you see your past
Is that the reason why you're running so fast? And you said...

Ain't nothing gonna break my stride
Nobody gonna slow me down, oh no
I've got to keep on moving
Ain't nothing gonna break my stride
I'm running and I won't touch ground, oh no
I've got to keep on moving

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

Slow down, you move too fast
You've got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobblestones
Looking for fun and feeling groovy

He could see the storm clouds rollin’ across the hill
He barely beat the rain in from the field
And between the backdoor slammin she heard
Him say
"damn this rain and damn this wasted day"
But shed been waiting for this day for oh so long
She was standin in the kitchen with nothin but her
A on
And in disbelief he stood and he stared awhile
When their eyes met they both began to smile

(chorus)
Somewhere other than the night
She needs to hear I love you
Somewhere other than the night
She needs to know you care
She wants to know she’s needed
And she needs to be held tight
Some where other than the night

They spent the day wrapped up in a blanket
On the front porch swing
He’d come to realize he’d neglected certain things
And there are times she feels alone even by his sided
It was the first time she ever saw him cry

(chorus)
To know she’s needed
She needs to be held tight
Somewhere other than the night

"I've got a great ambition to die of exhaustion rather than boredom." Thomas Carlyle

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy
Workin' on mysteries without any clues
Workin' on our night moves
Tryin' to make some front page drive-in news
Workin' on our night moves
In the summertime
In the sweet summertime

"Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" Big and Rich


Dum de de dum, de de dum, de de dum, de de da da.
Dum de de dum, de de dum, de de dum, de da da, la la la.

Well, I walk into the room passin' out hundred dollar bills.
An' it kills and it thrills like the horns on my Silverado grille.
An' I buy the bar a double round of Crown an' everybody's getting down,
An' this town ain't never gonna be the same.

'Cause I saddle up my horse an' I ride into the city.
I make a lot of noise 'cause the girls, they are so pretty.
Ridin' up an' down Broadway on my old stud, Leroy.
And the girls say: "Save a horse, ride a cowboy."
Everybody says: "Save a horse, ride a cowboy."

Well, I don't give a dang about nothing: I'm singing an' bling-blanging,
While the girls are drinkin' long necks down!
An' I wouldn't trade ol' Leroy or my Chevrolet for your Escalade, or your freak parade:
I'm the only John Wayne left in this town.

An' I saddle up my horse an' I ride into the city.
I make a lot of noise 'cause the girls, they are so pretty.
Ridin' up an' down Broadway on my old stud, Leroy.
And the girls say: "Save a horse, ride a cowboy."
Everybody says: "Save a horse, ride a cowboy."

Instrumental break.

"Well, I'm a thoroughbred."
That's what she said in the back of my truck bed,
As I was gettin' buzzed on suds, out on some back country road.
We where flyin' high, fine as wine,
Having ourselves a Big and Rich time
An' I was going, just about as far as she'd let me go.
But her evaluation of my cowboy reputation
Had me beggin' for salvation all night long.
So I took her out, gigging frogs,
Introduced her to my old bird dog
An' sang her every Willie Nelson song I could think of.
An' we made love.

An' I saddle up my horse an' I ride into the city.
I make a lot of noise 'cause the girls, they are so pretty.
Ridin' up an' down Broadway on my old stud, Leroy.
And the girls say: "Save a horse, ride a cowboy."
Everybody says: "Save a horse, ride a cowboy."

What? What?
"Save a horse, ride a cowboy."
Everybody says: "Save a horse, ride a cowboy."

"I've got a great ambition to die of exhaustion rather than boredom." Thomas Carlyle

Back about eighteen and twenty-five
I left Tennessee very much alive
I never would've made it through the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't been riding on the Tennessee Stud

Had some trouble with my sweetheart's Pa
One of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I wrote a letter to my Uncle Spud And
I rode away on the Tennessee Stud
On a Tennessee Stud
The Tennessee Stud was long and lean
The color of the sun and his eyes were green
He had the nerve and he had the blood
There never was a horse like Tennessee Stud

well in 1814 we took a little trip
along with colonel jackson down the mighty mississip
we took a little bacon and we took a little beans
and we met the bloody british in the town of new orleans

we fired our guns and the british kept a comin
there wasn't quite as many as there was awhile ago
we fired once more and they began to runnin
down the mississippi to the gulf of mexico

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"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Every step of the way we walk the line
Your days are numbered, so are mine
Time is pilin' up, we struggle and we scrape
We're all boxed in, nowhere to escape

City's just a jungle, more games to play
Trapped in the heart of it, trying to get away
I was raised in the country, I been workin' in the town
I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down

Got nothing for you, I had nothing before
Don't even have anything for myself anymore
Sky full of fire, pain pourin' down
Nothing you can sell me, I'll see you around

All my powers of expression and thoughts so sublime
Could never do you justice in reason or rhyme
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Mississippi a day too long

oh i'm going down to mississippi
yes i'm going down a southern road
and if you never see me again
remember that i had to go
remember that i had to go

it's a long road down to mississippi
it's a short road back the other way
if the cops pull you over to the side of the road
well you won't have nothing to say
no you won't have nothing to say

there's a man waiting down in mississippi
and he's waiting with a rifle in his hand
and he's looking down the road for an out of state car
and he thinks that he's fighting for his land
yes he thinks that he's fighting for his land

and he won't know the clothes that i'm wearing
and he doesn't know the name that i own
but his god is large and his hate is hard
and he knows i'm coming down the road
yes he knows i'm coming down the road

oh it's not for the glory that i'm leaving
it's not trouble that i'm looking for
but there's lots of good work that's calling me down
and the waiting won't do no more
no the waiting won't do no more

don't call me the brave one for going
no don't pin a medal to my name
for even if there was any choice to make
i'd be going down just the same
i'd be going down just the same

for someone's gotta go to mississippi
just as sure as there's a right and a wrong
and even though you say that the time will change
that time is just too long
that time is just too long

so i'm going down to mississippi
oh i'm going down a southern raod
and if you never see me again
remember that i had to go
remember that i had to go

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"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Gotta drive all night if not a go
Got to designate a driver before the show
It's your turn now at the wheel
There's nothing like a guard rail
To wake you up in the middle of the night

And we are drivin' north, goin' south
It looks like we'll sleep here
We're out of beer
We're headed south on the north bound
Our wheels might as well be square
Cause we're not really getting anywhere
Tire just blew out, the fan belt's brakin'
I don't think we're gonna make it
Drivin' around, goin' down
It looks like we'll sleep here,
I need a beer

South, goin' south, check us out we're goin' south
South, headed south, check it out, we're goin' down
South, goin' south

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

Give my feet to the footloose
Careless, fancy free
Give my knees to the needy
Don't pull that stuff on me
Hand me down my walking cane
It's a sin to tell a lie
Send my mouth way down south
And kiss my goodby

the wheel is turning and you can't slow down
can't let go and you can't hold on
can't go back and you can't stand still
if the thunder don't get you then the lightning will

won't you try just a little bit harder
couldn't we try just a little bit more
won't you try just a little bit harder
couldn't we try just a little bit more

round round robin run round
gotta get back where you belong
little bit harder, a little bit more
a little bit harder than you gone before

the wheel is turning and you can't slow down
you can't let go and you can't hold on
can't go back and you can't stand still
if the thunder don't get you then the lightning will

small wheel turning by the power in the rod
big wheel turn by the grace of god
every time that wheel turns round
bound to cover just a little more ground

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"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

GREAT SONG MOONDOG

I run in ta Charlie Ford,
He blacked my eye and he kicked my dog,
my dog he turned to me and he said,
"Let's head back to Tennessee, Jed."

I woke up a feeling mean,
I went down to play the slot machine,
the wheels turned around, and the letters read,
you better head back to Tennessee, Je

wish i was back on old rocky top
down in the tennessee hills
ain't no smoggy smoke on rocky top
ain't no telephone bills
once i had a girl on rocky top
half bear, other half cat
wild as a mink but sweet as soda pop
i still dream about that

rocky top you'll always be
home sweet home to me
good old rocky top
rocky top tennessee
rocky top tennessee

once two strangers climbed old rocky top
lookin for a moonshine still
strangers don't come down from rocky top
reckon they never will
corn won't grow at all on rocky top
soil's too rocky by far
that's why the folks on rocky top
get their corn from a jar

rocky top you'll always be
home sweet home to me
good old rocky top
rocky top tennessee
rocky top tennessee

i've had years of cramped up city life
trapped like a duck in a pen
all i know is it's a pity life
can't be simple again

rocky top you'll always be
home sweet home to me
good old rocky top
rocky top tennessee
rocky top tennessee

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"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Tumble down shack in Bigfoot County
Snowed so hard that the roof caved in
Delilah Jones went to meet her God
and the old man never was the same again

Brown eyed women and red grenadine
the bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down
and it looks like the old man's getting on

Daddy made whiskey and he made it well
Cost two dollars and it burned like hell
I cut hick'ry to fire the still
Drink down a bottle and you're ready to kill

Brown eyed women and red grenadine
the bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down
and it looks like the old man's getting on

Hey where did we go,
Days when the rains came
Down in the hollow,
Playin' a new game,
Laughing and a running hey, hey
Skipping and a jumping
In the misty morning fog with
Our hearts a thumpin' and you
My brown eyed girl,
You my brown eyed girl.

Whatever happened
To Tuesday and so slow
Going down the old mine
With a transistor radio
Standing in the sunlight laughing,
Hiding behind a rainbow's wall,
Slipping and sliding
All along the water fall, with you
My brown eyed girl,
You my brown eyed girl.

Do you remember when we used to sing,
Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da

So hard to find my way,
Now that I'm all on my own.
I saw you just the other day,
My how you have grown,
Cast my memory back there, Lord
Sometime I'm overcome thinking 'bout
Making love in the green grass
Behind the stadium with you
My brown eyed girl
You my brown eyed girl

Do you remember when we used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da.

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

well beat the drum and hold the phone
the sun came out today
we're born again there's new grass on the field
rounding third and headed for home
it's a brown eyed handsome man
anyone can understand the way i feel

oh put me in coach
i'm ready to play today
put me in coach
i'm ready to play today
look at me
i can be
centerfield

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"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Early in the evenin',
just about supper time,
over by the court house
they're starting to unwind.

Four kids on the corner,
trying to bring you up.
Willy picks a tune out,
and he blows it on the harp.

Down On The Corner
out in the street.
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
bring a nickel
tap your feet.

Rooster hits the washboard
and people just got smile,
Blinky thumps the gut bass,
and solos for a while.
Poorboy twangs the rythm out
on his kalamazoo
Willy goes into a dance
and doubles on kazoo.

Down On The Corner
out in the street.
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
bring a nickel
tap your feet.

Down On The Corner
out in the street.
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
bring a nickel
tap your feet.

You don't need a penny,
just to hang around,
but if you've got a nickel,
won't you lay your money down?

Over on the corner
there's a happy noise.
People come from all around
to watch the magic boy.

Down On The Corner
out in the street.
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
bring a nickel
tap your feet.

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

The greatest lost track of all time:
The Late Greats' "Turpentine"
You can't hear it on the radio
You can't hear it anywhere you go

The best band will never get signed
K-Settes starring Butcher's Blind
Are so good, you won't ever know
They never even played a show
You can't hear 'em on the radio

The greatest singer in rock and roll
Would have to be Romeo
His vocal chords are made of gold
He just looks a little too old

The greatest lost track of all time:
The Late Greats' "Turpentine"
I can't hear it on the radio
I don't hear it anywhere I go

The best song will never get sung
The best life never leaves your lungs
So good, you won't ever know
I never hear it on the radio
Can't hear it on the radio

for america i went to vietnam
agent orange has a hold on me still
the freedom movement made me an organizer
while i was studying on the GI bill
luck of the leader is to be locked up
25 years counting 8 in the hole
i am not famous
i'm not mandela
but i am imprisoned in a jail
my name is geronimo ji jaga
and my soul is not for sale

computer programmer was my occupation
i heard about civil rights down in the south
i could not keep my mind on my programs
i had to use my heart and my mouth
i lived in harlem i was a black panther
i looked for answers for my people
i am not famous
i'm not mandela
but i am imprisoned in this jail
my name is sundiata acoli
and my soul is not for sale

down at the market no one talks about it
on the tv you won't see this tale
but if you can see me then they must free me
so won't you please lift up the veil

they call me terrorist for conspiring
against the government and companies
who strip mine, pollute and destroy
in puerto rico they do as they please
they like to talk about freedom fighters
but not in their own back yards
they took my sister and me
we're doing 83
and there will be no bail
my name is ida luz rodriguez
and my country's not for sale

driving cab is a good way to pay the rent
for a journalist who tells the truth
they been after me since i been after them
no i did not waste my youth
in philadelphia police won't help ya
except to beat you to the punch
they beat my brother
there was another
shot the policeman
but i'm doing the time
my name is mumia abu jamal
and the system is the crime

down at the market no one talks about it
on the tv you won't see this tale
but if you can see me then they must free me
so won't you please lift up the veil

once proud nations reduced to reservations
government goons come to terrorize
we had a duty to defend our families
from corruption, guns and lies
the FBI came they played that old game
divide and conquer to maintain their power
i am not famous
i am not mandela
but i am imprisoned in a jail
my name is leonard, leonard peltier
and this land is not for sale

down at the market no one talks about it
on the tv you won't see this tale
but if you can see me then they must free me
so won't you please lift up the veil

if you can see me then they must free me
so won't you please lift up the veil

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

In this hole
That is me
The dead are rolling over
In this hole
Thickening
Dirt shoveled over shoulders

I feel it in me
So overwhelmed
All this pressure centerizing
My life overturned
But there than despare
All these scars keep ripping open

Peel me from the skin
Tear me from the rind
Does it make you happy now?

Tear me from the bone
Tear me from myself
Are you feeling happy now?

In this hole
That is me
A life that's growing feeble
In this hole
So limiting
The sun has set; all darkens

Buried underneath
Hands slip off the wheel
Internal path-way to contention

Peel me from the skin
Tear me from the rind
Does it make you happy now?

Tear me from the bone
Tear me from myself
Are you feeling happy now?

Are you
HAPPY

Are you
HAPPY

Are you feeling happy?

In this hole
That is me
Left with a heart exhausted
What's my release??
What sets me free?
Do you pull me up just to push me out again?

Peel me from the skin
Tear me from the rind
Does it make you happy now?

Tear me from the bone
Tear me from myself
Are you feeling happy?

Peel me from the skiiiiiiiiiin
Peel me from the skiiiiiiiiiin
Tear me from the rind
Does it make you happy now?

Tear me from the boooooooooone
Tear me from the boooooooooone
Tear me from myself
Are you feeling happy?

Does it make you happy?
Are you feeling happy?
Are you ******* happy?
Now that I'm lost here with nothing

Does it make you happy?
Are you feeling happy?
Are you ******** happy?
Now that I'm lost here with nothing?

Bury Me Softly In This Womb
I Give This Part Of Me For You
Sand Rains Down And Here I Sit
Holding Rare Flowers
In A Tomb.....In Bloom

Down In A Hole And I Don't Know
If I Can Be Saved
See My Heart I Decorate It
Like A Grave
You Don't Understand Who They
Thought I Was Supposed To Be
Look At Me Now A Man
Who Won't Let Himself Be

well i been down so goddam long that it looks like up to me
yeah i been down so very damn long that it looks like up to me
why don't one you people
come on and set me free

i say warden warden warden won't you break your lock and key
warden warden warden won't you break your lock and key
come along here mister
and let the poor boy be

i said baby baby baby won't you get down on your knees
baby baby baby won't you get down on your knees
come on little darlin
give your love to me

well i been down so goddam long that it looks like up to me
i been down so very damn long that it looks like up to me
well why don't one you people
come on
come on
come on and set me free

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Yeah! Come on, come on, come on, come on
Now touch me, baby
Can't you see that I am not afraid?
What was that promise that you made?
Why won't you tell me what she said?
What was that promise that you made?

Now, I'm gonna love you
Till the heavens stop the rain
I'm gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I

not to touch the earth
not to see the sun
nothing left to do but run run run let's run

house upon the hill
moon is lying still
shadows in the trees
witnessing the wild breeze
come on baby run with me

run with me
run with me
run with me
let's run

the mansion is warm at the top of the hill
rich are the rooms and the comforts there
red are the arms of luxurious chairs
and you won't know a thing till you get inside

the president's corpse in the driver's car
the engine runs on glue and tar
come on along not going very far
to the east to meet the czar

run with me
run with me
run with me
let's run

some outlaws live by the side of the lake
the minister's daughter's in love with the snake
who lives in a well by the side of the road
wake up girl we're almost home

we should see the gates by morning
we should be inside by evening
sun sun sun
burn burn burn
moon moon moon
i will see you
soon
soon
soon

i am the lizard king
i can do anything

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Around the next bend, take the highway to the sun
Or the rocky road, it really don't matter which one
I was in hurry but that don't matter now
'cause I have to get off that road of tears somehow.

There's a mansion on the hill
Psychedelic music fills the air
Peace and love live there still
In that mansion on the hill.

the long and winding road that leads to your door
will never disappear
i've seen that road before
it always leads me here
lead me to your door

the wild and windy night
that the rain washed away
has left a pool of tears
crying for the day
why leave me standing here
let me know the way

many times i've been alone
and many times i've cried
anyway you'll never know
the many ways i've tried

but still they lead me back
to the long winding road
you left me standing here
a long long time ago
don't leave me standing here
lead me to your door

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Every light is burnin’
In a house across town.
She’s pacin’ by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown.
Askin’ for miracle,
Hopin’ she’s not right,
Prayin’ it’s the weather
That’s kept him out all night.
And the thunder rolls.
And the thunder rolls.

The thunder rolls
And the lightnin’ strikes.
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night,
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls.

She’s waitin’ by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he’s alive
But on the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightnin’ flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

The thunder rolls
And the lightnin’ strikes.
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night,
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls.

She runs back down the hallway
To the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol
Kept in the dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror
He won’t do this again
Cause tonight will be the last time
She’ll wonder where he’s been

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we’re born
Into this world we’re thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

There’s a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin’ like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah

Wow!

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we’re born
Into this world we’re thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out alone
Riders on the storm

---

Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

The storms are raging on the rollin' sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing like me yet

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
To make you feel my love

Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul insight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
There's a storm moving in
He's headin' back from somewhere
That he never should have been
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

Every light is burnin'
In a house across town
She's pacin' by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown
Askin' for miracle
Hopin' she's not right
Prayin' it's the weather
That's kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls

She's waitin' by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he's alive
But on the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls


I'm leaving the last verse off, don't want to be in trouble today

"I've got a great ambition to die of exhaustion rather than boredom." Thomas Carlyle

that's ok heidi, the last verse was posted a few posts ago

janie's got a gun
janie's got a gun
dog days just begun
now everybody is on the run
tell me now it's untrue
what did he put her through?
he jacked a little bitty baby
the man has got to be insane
they say the spell that he was under
the lightning and the thunder
knew that someone had to stop the rain

run away
run away from the pain yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
run away
run run away yeah yeah yeah

janie's got a gun
janie's got a gun
her dog days just begun
now everybody is on the run
what did her daddy do?
it's janie's last i.o.u.
she had to take him down easy
and put a bullet in his brain
she said cause nobody believes me
the man was such a sleaze
he ain't never gonna be the same

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

"I want a knife and a gun and things
But mom and dad will not give in

And i can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in
No I can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in"

i seen you knocking at my cellar door
i love you baby can i have some more
gone gone the damage done

i hit the city and i lost my band
i seen the needle take another man
gone gone the damage done

i sing the song because i love the man
i know that some of you don't understand
milk blood to keep from running out

i seen the needle and the damage done
a little part of it in everyone
but every junkie's like the setting sun

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Here comes the sun
here comes the sun
and I say
It's all right

i'm fixing a hole where the rain leaks in
and stops my mind from wandering
where it will go
where it will go

i'm fixing the cracks that ran from the door
and kept my mind from wandering
where it will go

and it really doesn't matter
if i'm wrong i'm right
where i belong i'm right
where i belong
see the people standing there
who disagree and never win
and wonder why they don't get in my door

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Down here, where's we're at
The weather changes, that's the way it goes
Sometimes it snows, when everything's wrong
Sometimes it snows, but when it does, it doesn't last long

Down here, where we're at
All we do is sit out on the porch
And play our songs, and nothing's wrong
Sometime friends come around, they all sing along

Down here, where we're at
Everyone is equally poor
Down here, we don't care
We don't care what happens outside the screen door

Down here, where we're at
Sweat drips from the tip of your nose
You wear loose clothes, and you try to stay cool
We all still have a lot of fun, never saw much school

Down here, where we're at
Everyone is equally poor
Down here, we don't care
We don't care what happens outside the screen door

traveling in a fried out combie
on a hippie trail, head full of zombie
i met a strange lady she make me nervous
she took me in a made me breakfast
and she said

do you come from the land down under?
where women glow and men plunder
can't you hear can't you hear the thunder?
you better run you better take cover

buying bread from a man in brussels
who was 6 foot 4 and full of muscle
i said do you speak my language?
he just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich
and he said

i come from the land down under
where women glow and men plunder
can't you hear can't you hear the thunder?
you better run you better take cover

living in a den in bombay
with a slack jaw and not much to say
i said to the man are you trying to tempt me?
because i come from the land of plenty
and he said

do you come from the land down under?
where women glow and men plunder
can't you hear can't you hear the thunder?
you better run you better take cover

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

[font color="#800080"]*steals vegemite sammich*

"I got a couple of friends up in a tree in North-Cliff
You know they're doing their part

You know they're doing their bit.
Trying to save our Mother from all this greed
You know they know what she wants ,
You know they know what she needs.
I got a couple of Sista's in South Australia,
Stopping the Uranium from coming up,
Oh yeah man you know they know what she need.

They're stopping all of that Government Corporate Greed!"


[hr width='40%']"Buttons are NOT Toys!"[/font]

Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ha.

If you want my future forget my past,
If you wanna get with me better make it fast,
Now don't go wasting my precious time,
Get your act together we could be just fine

I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ha.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,
Make it last forever friendship never ends,
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give,
Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is.

What do you think about that now you know how I feel,
Say you can handle my love are you for real,
I won't be hasty, I'll give you a try
If you really bug me then I'll say goodbye.

Yo I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ha.

---

Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

(Yo', man) Yo'
(Open up, man) What do you want, man?
(My girl just caught me) You let her catch you?
(I don't know how I let this happen) With who?
(The girl next door, you know) Man
(I don't know what to do) Say it wasn't you
(Alright)

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt naked
Bangin' on the bathroom floor

How could I forget that I had
Given her an extra key
All this time she was standing there
She never took her eyes off me

How you can grant the woman access to your villa
Trespasser and a witness while you cling to your pillow
You better watch your back before she turn into a killer
Best for you and the situation not to call the beaner
To be a true player you have to know how to play
If she say you're not, convince her say a day
Never admit to a word when she say makes a claim
And you tell her baby no way

But she caught me on the counter (It wasn't me)
Saw me bangin' on the sofa (It wasn't me)
I even had her in the shower (It wasn't me)
She even caught me on camera (It wasn't me)

She saw the marks on my shoulder (It wasn't me)
Heard the words that I told her (It wasn't me)
Heard the scream get louder (It wasn't me)
She stayed until it was over

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt naked
Bangin' on the bathroom floor

I had tried to keep her
From what she was about to see
Why should she believe me
When I told her it wasn't me

Make sure she knows it's not you and lead her on da right prefix
Whenever you should see her make da giggolo flex
As funny as it be by you, it not that complex
Seein is believin so you better change your specs
You know she not gonna be worrying bout things from the past
Hardly recollecting and then she'll go to noontime mass
Wait for your answer: go over there
But if she pack a gun you know you better run fast

But she caught me on the counter (It wasn't me)
Saw me bangin' on the sofa (It wasn't me)
I even had her in the shower (It wasn't me)
She even caught me on camera (It wasn't me)

She saw the marks on my shoulder (It wasn't me)
Heard the words that I told her (It wasn't me)
Heard the scream get louder (It wasn't me)
She stayed until it was over

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt naked
Bangin' on the bathroom floor

How could I forget that I had
Given her an extra key
All this time she was standing there
She never took her eyes off me

Gonna tell her that I'm sorry
For the pain that I've caused
I've been listenin to your reasonin
It makes no sense at all
We should tell her that I'm sorry
For the pain that I've caused
You may think that you're a player
But you're completely lost
That's why I sing

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt naked
Bangin' on the bathroom floor

How could I forget that I had
Given her an extra key
All this time she was standing there
She never took her eyes off me



sorryi think%)

"I've got a great ambition to die of exhaustion rather than boredom." Thomas Carlyle

Blistered cracked and bleeding
Cold no one should know
Rain falls down a freezing
And sticking like a snow
Lingering suspicions
Screaming in my head
Lies all mixed up with omissions
Aw welcome home again
It's too late for apologies they're falling at my feet

This is just the way of the world Joe said
I had to put a bullet into his head
Then lit up a cigarette
Decided to call his fat friend Fred
Well he said Fred I just killed a man
Caught him laying with my girlfriend
Now they're both dead, people can be so cold when they're dead

Calling all the neighbors
Time to make amends
Whiskey floods the table
Aw good friends 'til the end
They're making silly faces and it's tasting bitter sweet

This is just the way of the world Joe said
I had to put a bullet into his head
Then lit up a cigarette
Decided to call his fat friend Fred
Well he said Fred I just killed a man
Caught him laying with my girlfriend

momma, just killed a man
put a gun against his head
pulled my trigger now he's dead
momma, life has just begun
but now i've gone and thrown it all away
momma ooh ooh
didn't mean to make you cry
if i'm not back again this time tomorrow
carry on
carry on
as if nothing really matters

too late
my time has come
sent shivers down my spine
body's aching all the time
good bye everybody
i've got to go
gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
momma ooh ooh
i don't wanna die
sometimes i wish i'd never been born at all

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

I’ve paid my dues -
Time after time -
I’ve done my sentence
But committed no crime -
And bad mistakes
I’ve made a few
I’ve had my share of sand kicked in my face -
But I’ve come through

We are the champions - my friends
And we’ll keep on fighting - till the end -
We are the champions -
We are the champions
No time for losers
’cause we are the champions - of the world -

I’ve taken my bows
And my curtain calls -
You brought me fame and fortuen and everything that goes with it -
I thank you all -

But it’s been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise -
I consider it a challenge before the whole human race -
And I ain’t gonna lose -

We are the champions - my friends
And we’ll keep on fighting - till the end -
We are the champions -
We are the champions
No time for losers
’cause we are the champions - of the world -



lame lame lame, but that's the next thing that came to my mind

"I've got a great ambition to die of exhaustion rather than boredom." Thomas Carlyle

an action seeker on an empty street
just an alley creeper light on his feet
a young fighter screaming with no time for doubt
with the pain and anger can't see a way out
it ain't much i'm asking
i heard him say
gotta find me a future
MOVE OUTTA MY WAY

i want it all
i want it all
i want it all
and i want it now

listen all you people come gather round
gonna get me a gameplan
gonna shake it to the ground
just give me what i know is mine
people do you hear me
just give me a sign
it ain't much i'm asking
if you want the truth
here's to the future
for the dreams of youth

i want it all
i want it all
i want it all
and i want it now

i'm a man with a one track mind
so much to do in one lifetime
not a man for compromise and where's and why's and living lies
i'm living it all
and i'm giving it all
to you

it ain't much i'm asking if you want the truth
here's to the future
hear the cry of youth

i want it all
i want it all
i want it all
and i want it now

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.

from my friend dave lippman:

come gather round people wherever you advertise
and admit that the 60's sells chryslers and fries
and accept it that money don't talk but it lies
if your bottom line is worth saving
then you better start skimming all the anthems we've known
for the stocks they are exchanging

there's something happening here
what it is is an ad for a beer

i guess you'd say what can make me feel this way
my beer, my beer, my beer
talking bout my beer

songs that sell soaps and sell cars and sell lifestyles
anthems of freedom now corporate sieghiels
songs that bring back all those sweet memories
thanks mitsubishi and who needs trees

when i'm downsized, lost my healthcare
when i'm feeling sad
i simply remember my favorite songs
and then i don't feel so

bad about ads and my culture they're taking
bad about products that didn't need making
bad that they're buying the soul of my youth
to sell me their s*** well it's slightly uncouth

when i'm lonesome or nostalgic
feel i'm gonna cry
i simply remember my favorite songs
and then i break down and buy

i'm goin up the country where a man can be free
goin up the country where a man can be free
i'm going to someplace where there's no goddam pepsi

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

[font color="#800080"]"It's a new day, but it all feels old
It's a good life, that's what I'm told
But everything, it all just feels the same

And my high school, it felt more to me
Like a jail cell, a penitentiary
My time spent there only made me see

That I don't ever wanna be like you
I don't wanna do the things you do
I'm never gonna hear the words you say
'Cause I don't ever wanna, I don't ever wanna be

You...don't wanna be just like you
What I'm sayin' is this is the anthem
throw all your hands up, you, don't wanna be you

"Go to college, a university, get a real job,"
That's what they said to me
But I could never live the way they want
I'm gonna get by and just do my time, out of step while they all get in line
I'm just a minor threat so pay no mind

Do you really wanna be like them, do you really wanna be another trend?
Do you wanna be part of their drill?
'Cause I don't ever wanna, no I don't ever wanna be

You...don't wanna be just like you
What I'm sayin' is this is the anthem
throw all your hands up, you, don't wanna be you

Shake it once, that's fine
Shake it twice, that's okay
Shake it three times, you're playing with yourself again

You...don't wanna be just like you
What I'm sayin' is this is the anthem
throw all your hands up,
Y'all got to feel me, sing if you're with me,
you, don't wanna be just like you (just like you)
This is the anthem throw all your hands up,
y'all got to feel me, sing if you're with me
Another loser anthem (Whoa-oh)
Another loser anthem (Whoa-oh)
Another loser anthem (Whoa-oh)
Another loser anthem"

Local boys Good Charlotte:88).



[hr width='40%']"Buttons are NOT Toys!"[/font]

i sit around and watch the tube but nothing's on
change the channels for an hour or two
twiddle my thumbs just for a bit
i'm sick of all the same old s***
in a house with unlocked doors
and i'm !%%@#ing lazy

bite my lip and close my eyes
take me away to paradise
i'm so damn bored i'm going blind
and i smell like s***

peel me off this velcro seat and get me moving
i sure as hell can't do it by myself
i'm feeling like a dog in heat
bored indoors from the summer street
i locked the door to my own cell
and i lost the key

bite my lip and close my eyes
take me away to paradise
i'm so damn bored i'm going blind
and i smell like s***

i've got no motivation
where is my motivation
no time for motivation
smoking my inspiration

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home

Just a' urchin
livin' under the street
I'm a hard case
that's tough to beat
I'm your charity case
So buy me somethin' to eat
I'll pay you at another time
Take it to the end of the line

Dear mother,
Can you hear me whining?
It's been three whole weeks
Since that I have left your home
This sudden fear has left me trembling
Cause now it seems that I am out here on my own
And I'm feeling so alone

Pay attention to the cracked streets
And the broken homes
Some call it the slums
Some call it nice
I want to take you through
a wasteland I like to call
my home
Welcome To Paradise

A gunshot rings out at the station
Another urchin snaps and left dead on his own
It makes me wonder why I'm still here
For some strange reason it's now
Feeling like my home
And I'm never gonna go

Pay attention to the cracked streets
And the broken homes
Some call it slums
Some call it nice
I want to take you through
a wasteland I like to call
my home
Welcome To Paradise

Last edited by Tetra Fan at 07-Aug-2005 14:38

They say mother earth is breathing
With each wave that finds the shore
Her soul rises in the evening
For to open twilights door
Her eyes are the stars in heaven
Watching o'er us all the while
And her heart it is in Ireland
Deep within the Emerald Isle.

We are forty against hundreds
In someone elses bloody war
We know not why were fighting
Or what we're dying for
They will storm us in the morning
When the sunlight turns to sky
Death is waiting for its dance now
Fate has sentenced us to die.

(chorus)
Ireland I am coming home
I can see your rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone.
I am reaching out won't you take my hand
I'm coming home Ireland.

Oh the captain he lay bleeding
I can hear him calling me
These men are yours now for the leading
Show them to their destiny
And as I look up all around me
I see the ragged tired and torn
I tell them to make ready
'Cause we're not waiting for the morn.

*chorus*
Now the fog is deep and heavy
As we forge the dark and fear
We can hear their horses breathing
As in silence we draw near
There are no words to be spoken
Just a look to say good-bye
I draw a breath and night is broken
As I scream our battle cry.

*chorus*
I am home Ireland

"I've got a great ambition to die of exhaustion rather than boredom." Thomas Carlyle

In Dublin's fair city where girls are so pretty
Twas there that I first met sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through street broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"

Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"

Now she was a fishmonger and sure twas no wonder
For so were her mother and father before
And they each wheeled their barrows
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"

She died of a faver and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"

Is something wrong, she said
Well of course there is
You're still alive, she said
Oh, and do I deserve to be
Is that the question
And if so...if so...who answers...who answers...
I, oh, I'm still alive
Hey I, oh, I'm still alive
Hey I, but, I'm still alive
Yeah I, ooh, I'm still alive
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

i returned a bag of groceries accidentally taken off the shelf before the expiration date
i came back as a bag of groceries accidentally taken off the shelf before the date stamped on myself

did a large procession wave their torches as my head fell in the basket?
and was everybody dancing on the casket?
now it's over i'm dead and i haven't done anything that i want
or i'm still alive and there's nothing i want to do

i will never say the word procrastinate again
i'll never see myself in the mirror with my eyes closed
i didn't apologize for when i was eight
and i made my younger brother have to be my personal slave

did a large procession wave their torches as my head fell in the basket?
and was everybody dancing on the casket?
now it's over i'm dead and i haven't done anything that i want
or i'm still alive and there's nothing i want to do

so i won't
sit at home
and you won't
see my head in the window
and i won't
be around
ever anymore
and i'll be up there on the wall at the store

i returned a bag of groceries accidentally taken off the shelf before the expiration date
i came back as a bag of groceries accidentally taken off the shelf before the date stamped on myself

did a large procession wave their torches as my head fell in the basket?
and was everybody dancing on the casket?
now it's over i'm dead and i haven't done anything that i want
or i'm still alive and there's nothing i want to do

now it's over i'm dead and i haven't done anything that i want
or i'm still alive and there's nothing i want to do

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

If I don't love you baby,
grits ain't groceries,
eggs ain't poultry,
and Mona Lisa was a man.

All around the world
I'd rather be a fly
and light on my baby's head,
I'll stay with that
woman 'til I die.
A toothpick in my hand,
I dig a 10-foot ditch
and ride through the jungle
fightin' lions with a switch,
because ya' know I love ya' baby,
well, you know I love you baby,
and if I don't love you baby,
grits ain't groceries,
eggs ain't poultry,
and Mona Lisa must-a been a man.

aboard a craft bereft of oar
i float upstream to find lenore
abducted by a bandit or a queen from some forgotten war

and mindful of his larval craze
the rhinothropic microgaze
ignored it and to my amazement moved to paris in twelve days

this is the work of the guelah papyrus
stranded for a moment on the ocean of osiris
absorbing all she can for every member of her clan
expanding exponentially like some recursive virus

she take me on i never fail
to ride on the redundant rail
cause though i know she's switched a track there's always one to take me back

and through the bedroom door intrude
a fretful frown to spoil the mood
cause though i never really stand that tall
she tilt my frame she watch me fall

this is the work of the guelah papyrus
stranded for a moment on the ocean of osiris
absorbing all she can for every member of her clan
expanding exponentially like some recursive virus

so maybe i could be a fly
and feed arachnid as i die
and view the ritual from within the silken tunnels that they spin

and through the bedroom door intrude
a fretfull frown to spoil the mood
cause though i never really stand that tall
she tilt my frame she watch me fall

this is the work of the guelah papyrus
stranded for a moment on the ocean of osiris
absorbing all she can for every member of her clan

this is the work of the guelah papyrus
stranded for a moment on the ocean of osiris
absorbing all she can for every member of her clan

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

You can't see the demons
Till the demons come calling for you
You're deaf to them screaming
Till they're standing right behind you
Blind to flames glowing
Till thy're growing all around you
Numb to fangs gripping
Until they're ripping into you

You're miles from safe harbor
Run, run, run, run, run away
The fire has reached starboard

On the Queen Anne's Revenge
Skull and bones and a serpent's head
Are dancing with the madmen
On the Queen Anne's Revenge
Have a gargle with your demons and me

Walked the plank of SS Seasick
Survived to only continue the curse
Marooned on a small sandy island
With neither bird, beast nor herb
Drums started beating
None there but the sun and the flu
An the horns of the demon
No time to decide what to do

You have to do things your own way
Run, run, run, run, run away
You'll have to find out the hard way

On the Queen Anne's Revenge
Skull and bones and a serpent's head
Are dancing with the madmen
On the Queen Anne's Revenge
Have a gargle with your demons and me

---

Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

Wandering child,
so lost
so helpless,
yearning for my guidance...

Angel of father;
fried
or phantom,
who is it there, standing?

Too long you've wandered in winter...
far from my far reaching gaze,
wildly my mind beats against you,
yet your soul obeys!

Angel of music,
you denied me!
turning from true beauty.

Angel of music,
do not shun me!
come to your strange angel...

I am your angel,
come to me angel of music...

I am your angel of music...
come to me angel of music...

Where are you going, my little one, little one
Where are you going, my baby, my own?
Turn around and you're two, turn around and you're four
Turn around and you're a young girl going out of my door

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you're a young girl going out of my door

Where are you going, my little one, little one
Little dirndls and petticoats, where have you gone?
Turn around and you're tiny, turn around and you're grown
Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of your own

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of your own

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you're the young girl going out of the door

Where are you going, my little one, little one
Where are you going, my ba-by, my own?


"I've got a great ambition to die of exhaustion rather than boredom." Thomas Carlyle

My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew
He'd say "I'm gonna be like you dad
You know I'm gonna be like you"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home dad?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

My son turned ten just the other day
He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play
Can you teach me to throw", I said "Not today
I got a lot to do", he said, "That's ok"
And he walked away but his smile never dimmed
And said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah
You know I'm gonna be like him"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

Well, he came home from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
"Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while?"
He shook his head and said with a smile
"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please?"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

I've long since retired, my son's moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind"
He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time
You see my new job's a hassle and kids have the flu
But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad
It's been sure nice talking to you"

And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
He'd grown up just like me
My boy was just like me

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

Believe it or not
george isn't at home
please leave a message, at the beep

I must be out, or I'd pick up the phone,
where could I be?
believe it or not, I'm not home.

well here i am again in this mean old town
and you're so far away from me
where are you when the sun goes down
you're so far away from me

so far away from me
so far i just can't see
you're so far away from me
you're so far away from me

i'm tired of making love babe all alone
when you're so far away from me
tired of making out on the telephone
cause you're so far away from me

you're so far away from me
so far i just can't see
you're so far away from me
you're so far away from me

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

I crossed many states just to stand here now, my face all hot with tears
I crossed city, and valley, desert, and stream, to bring my body here
My history and future blaze bright in me and all my joy and pain
Go through my head on our mountain bed where I smell your hair again.

i have run i have crawled
i have scaled these city walls
these city walls
only to be with you

but i still haven't found what i'm looking for

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can’t be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should

One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers

One life
But we’re not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other

---

Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

One Love, One Heart
Let's get together and feel all right
Hear the children crying (One Love)
Hear the children crying (One Heart)
Sayin' give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right
Sayin' let's get together and feel all right

Let them all pass all their dirty remarks (One Love)
There is one question I'd really like to ask (One Heart)
Is there a place for the hopeless sinner
Who has hurt all mankind just to save his own?
Believe me

Broken this fragile thing now
And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces
And I've thrown my words all around
But I can't, I can't give you a reason

I feel so broken up (so broken up)
And I give up (I give up)
I just want to tell you so you know

(Chorus)
Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there's just no one that gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one

Made my mistakes, let you down
And I can't, I can't hold on for too long
Ran my whole life in the ground
And I can't, I can't get up when you're gone

And something's breaking up (breaking up)
I feel like giving up (like giving up)
I won't walk out until you know

(Chorus)
Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there's just no one that gets me like you do
You are my only my only one

(Interlude)

Here I go...so dishonestly leave a note for you my only one
And I know...you can see right through me
So let me go...and you will find some one

Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there's just no one...no one like you
You are my only my only one
My only one(x3)
You are my only my only one!

my sweet one, i call you my sweet one
you're my only true sweet one
with my all i call you my sweet one
from far away i say your name

oh with you i'd travel thick
and with you i'd also travel thin
and all the spaces in between
i'd travel with you
you're my sweet one

but for now i must sit here and ponder the yonder
herbivores ate well cause their food did never run

my sweet one, i call you my sweet one
you're my only true sweet one
with my all i call you my sweet one
from far away i say your name

if you're ever unsatisfied with the way life's treatin you
you know you can count on me to take good care of you
i love you honey oh yes i do you know that's true of course
and if your dog or cat ever died i'd bye you a ewe

my sweet one, i call you my sweet one
you're my only true sweet one
with my all i call you my sweet one
from far away i say your name

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Well I didn't like cheeseburger alleycats near me
A petrified Phish disease, I wish somebody'd hear me
I didn't like maple dew, honey melon watercress
I didn't like Phish shoes down by muddy watermelon
I didn't seem to miss you when you kiss'd my honey water
And even showed a picture, showed her down by honey's border
But who laid silver tooth and broke my sunny shoe shine
And all my plastic melodreams are waiting for their new shine

Pardon me, Doug (pardon me, Doug)
Is this a picture of Otis Redding?
Yes! Yes! Taken right before he died
Well you can give me his hide (well you can give me his hide)

brett is in the bathtub
making soup for the ambassadors
and i am in the hallway
singing to the troubadours
and the kings are all lined up outside the gate
and the autumn bell is ringing but they'll just have to wait

where is the joker?
have you seen him around
with his three coned cap
that he wears like a crown
have you seen his striped stockings
and heard his sad tales
about the kids under the carpet
and the purple humpback whale

here come the ambassadors
they show up one by one
brett is tasting all the soup
to see if it is done
and wendy is on the windowsill
waiting to be let in
and we're all in the bathtub now
making bathtub gin

and the kings stormed the hallway
they climbed up through the gate
they didn't mean to be impolite
but they just couldn't wait

here comes the joker
with his silly grin
he carries a martini
made of bathtub gin

here comes the joker
we all must laugh
cause we're all in this together
AND WE LOVE TO TAKE A BATH!!

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Fish heads fish heads
Roly poly fish heads
Fish heads fish heads
Eat them up
Yum

In the morning laughing happy fish heads
In the evening floating in the soup

Ask a fish head anything you want to
They won't answer they can't talk

I took a fish head out to see a movie
Didn't have to pay to get it in

They can't play baseball they don't wear sweaters
They're not good dancers they don't play drums

Roly poly fish heads are never seen
Drinking cappuccino in Italian restaurants
with Oriental women

Yeah.

(hope I don't get flamed for this, it is a real song)

of course it's a real song. it's one of the best songs ever made

speaking of hoping of not getting flamed...

the fish that played the ponies

once upon a time there lived a fish
the king of the fish
the king of the fish was not happy
he wanted to be more than just to be the king of the fish
he wanted to be king of the whole ocean
he wanted power over the wales, porpoises, giant sea tortoises
mollusks, crustaceans, and all the underwater plant life
and he wanted to own all the salt in the ocean
he was a big fat pig of a fish
his greed angered the ocean
but the ocean knew the fish would never succeed

then the fish learned to walk on the land
he stood upon the shore and laughed at the ocean
he climbed trees and he learned the secret of fire
he took a job as an investment banker
and spent a lot of time at the racetrack playing the ponies
the ocean swore revenge

then one day, the fish was vacationing in the caribbean
sunbathing on the beach
laughing at the ocean
a giant wave came and swallowed the little fish up and he drowned
this is the fable of the fish that played the ponies
it is important to keep in mind that in this story
the fish is not meant to symbolize christ

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Felt a pang late one afternoon
I was fishin' off Muir beach
With Larry LeLonde
Grabbed a tuna salad sandwich
And I started to chew
Pretty soon Ler's yellin
Fish on. Fish on

I was just a little pup
And it was derby day
Was dad and me and Darrell
Out in San Pablo bay
Taco flavored Doritos
And my orange life vest
Dad caught a hundred pound sturgeon
On twenty-pound test
Now he fought that fish for an hour
And a half
Darrell'd say "Jump ya sons a @#$%@#$!"
And he grabbed for the gaff
When we got him in the boat
He measured six feet long
I was so danged impressed I had
To write a song called
Fish on

T'was a bright and sunny day
It was me and Todd Huth
Fishin' shark & Stingray
Out of Bohuas Lagoon
Well hey, hey, hey I'll be screwed,
Blued and tatooed
Looks like I got me one of them fish on
Fish on.

Got a no string guitar
Got a sun beta head
I'm a rock 'n' roll star
I ain't no musician
Some things are stranger than fishin'

Know how to a beat on a drum
Know how to sing outta key
Got some prescription drugs
I ain't no musician
Some things are stranger than fishin'

Yeah I know what I am
Chop up another gram
Some of us have all the luck
No matter how much we ****** suck!

---

Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

I got a rock 'n roll band
I got a rock 'n roll life
I got a rock 'n roll girlfriend
And another ex-wife

I got a rock 'n roll house
I got a rock 'n roll car
I play the **** out of the drums
And I can play the guitar

I got a kid in New York
I got a kid in the Bay
I haven't drank or smoked nothin'
In over 22 days
So get off of my case
Off of my case
Off of my case



Last edited by Tetra Fan at 16-Aug-2005 15:34

Well, your CD collection looks shiny and costly.
How much did you pay for your bad Moto Guzi?
And how much did you spend on your black leather jacket?
Is it you or your parents in this income tax bracket?

Now tickets to concerts and drinking at clubs,
Sometimes for music that you haven't even heard of.
And how much did you pay for your rock'n'roll t-shirt
That proves you were there,
That you heard of them first?

How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle?
How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle?
How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle?
Ah, tell me.

How much did you pay for the chunk of his guitar,
The one he ruthlessly smashed at the end of the show?
And how much will he pay for a brand new guitar,
One which he'll ruthlessly smash at the end of another show?
And how long will the workers keep building him new ones?
As long as their soda cans are red, white, and blue ones.
And how long will the workers keep building him new ones?
As long as their soda cans are red, white, and blue ones.

Aging black leather and hospital bills,
Tattoo removal and dozens of pills.
Your liver pays dearly now for youthful magic moments,
But rock on completely with some brand new components.

How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle?
How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle?
How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle?

Excess ain't rebellion.
You're drinking what they're selling.
Your self-destruction doesn't hurt them.
Your chaos won't convert them.
They're so happy to rebuild it.
You'll never really kill it.
Yeah, excess ain't rebellion.
You're drinking what they're selling.
Excess ain't rebellion.
You're drinking,
You're drinking,
You're drinking what they're selling.

well i left my job in my home town and i headed for the smoke
got a rock and roll band and a fast right hand
goin straight to the top
nothing's gonna stop us, no nothing

so if you've got the dollar, we got the sound
you put it up and we'll put it down
if you've got the money we've got the song
gonna boogie woogie all night long
yeah boogie

i've got holes in my shoes
i've got holes in my teeth
i've got holes in my jeans
i can't get no sleep
trying to make a million

and i've got patches on the patches
on my old blue jeans
well they used to be blue
when they used to be new
when they used to be clean

and i've got a momma
who's a hummer
whose keeping me alive
while i'm in the band doing drinking with the boys
she's working 9 to 5
knows her place that woman

just you wait
one of these days see me driving round town
in my rock and rolls royce with the sun roof down
and my bottle of booze no summer time blues
shouting out look at me in my rock and roll voice

but it ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire
no it ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire
ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire

hello howard how you doing friend?
my next door neighbor
oh yeah?
get your !%#!$#! jumbo jet offa my airport!

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Lazy stadium night
Catfish on the mound.
"Strike three," the umpire said,
Batter have to go back and sit down.

Catfish, million-dollar-man,
Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.

Used to work on Mr. Finley's farm
But the old man wouldn't pay
So he packed his glove and took his arm
An' one day he just ran away.

Catfish, million-dollar-man,
Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.

my great uncle used to be friends with catfish hunter, that sounds like who that song is about.

i ain't gonna work on maggie's farm no more
no i ain't gonna work on maggie's farm no more
well i wake up in the morning
fold my hands and pray for rain
got a head full of ideas that are driving me insane
it's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
i ain't gonna work on maggie's farm no more

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

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Few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
Cuz I need no hollaback girl
I need no hollaback girl

[hr width='40%']"Buttons are NOT Toys!"[/font]

The evenin' dusk was rollin',
I was walking down the track.
There was a one-way wind a-blowin'
And it was blowin' at my back.

Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.

I close my eyes
Only for a moment, then the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes, a curiosity

Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind


Nick
"Impossumable- unable to play dead"

This song is stuck in my head at the moment...

It was late at night on the open road, speeding like a man on run
A lifetime spent preparing for the journey.
He is closer now and the search is on, reading from a map in the
mind:
Yes there's that ragged hill and there's a boat on the river.
And when the rain came down, he heard a wild dog howl
There were voices in the night
Don't do it!
Voices out of sight
Dont't do it!
To many men have failed before, whatever you do;
Don't pay the ferryman!
Don't even fix a price!
Don't pay the ferryman
Until he gets you to the other side.

---

Before you criticize someone walk a mile in their shoes. That way you're a mile away and you have their shoes.

you know the day destroys the night
night divides the day
try to run
try to hide
break on through to the other side
break on through to the other side
break on through to the other side

we chased our pleasure here
dug out treasure there
can you still recall
the time we cried
break on through to the other side
break on through to the other side
break on through to the other side

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

There's rows and rows of house, with windows painted blue.
With the light from the t.v. running parallel to you.
But there is no sunken treasure, rumored to be.
Wrapped inside my ribs in a sea black with ink.
I am so out of tune with you, I am so our of tune with you.
If I had a mountain, I'd try to fold it over.
If I had a boat, you know I'd probably roll over.
And I leave it on the shore, I'd leave it for somebody.
Surely there's somebody who needs it more than me.
I am so out of tune with you, I am so our of tune with you.

watch out!
you might get what you're after
cool babies
strange but not a stranger
i'm an ordinary guy
burning down the house

hold tight
wait till the party's over
hold tight
we're in for nasty weather
there has got to be a way
burning down the house

here's your ticket, pack your bags
time for jumping overboard
transportation is here
close enough, but not too far
baby you know where you are
fighting fire with fire

all wet
here you might need a raincoat
shakedown
dreams walking in broad daylight
three hundred sixty five degrees
burning down the house

it was once upon a place
sometimes i listen to myself
gonna come in first place
people on their way to work
baby what did you expect
gonna burst into flame

my house
out of the ordinary
that's right
don't wanna hurt nobody
some things sure can sweep me off my feet
burning down the house

no visible means of support
and you have not seen nothing yet
everything's stuck together
and i don't know what you expect
staring into the tv set
fighting fire with fire

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"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman