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Where were you?
When I was burned and broken?
While the days slipped by, from my window, watching

and where were youuuuu?
when I was hurt and I was helpless?
Cause the things you say and the things you do, surround me.

While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight
into the shining sun.

The sun is a mass of incandescent gas
A gigantic nuclear furnace
Where hydrogen is built into helium
At a temperature of millions of degrees

Yo ho, it’s hot, the sun is not
A place where we could live
But here on earth there’d be no life
Without the light it gives

We need it’s light
We need it’s heat
We need it’s energy
Without the sun, without a doubt
There’d be no you and me

The sun is a mass of incandescent gas
A gigantic nuclear furnace
Where hydrogen is built into helium
At a temperature of millions of degrees

The sun is hot

It is so hot that everything on it is a gas: iron, copper, aluminum, and many others.

The sun is large

If the sun were hollow, a million earths could fit inside. and yet, the sun is only a middle-sized star.

The sun is far away

About 93 million miles away, and that’s why it looks so small.

And even when it’s out of sight
The sun shines night and day

The sun gives heat
The sun gives light
The sunlight that we see
The sunlight comes from our own sun’s
Atomic energy

Scientists have found that the sun is a huge atom-smashing machine. the heat and light of the sun come from the nuclear reactions of hydrogen, carbon, nitrogen, and helium.*

The sun is a mass of incandescent gas
A gigantic nuclear furnace
Where hydrogen is built into helium
At a temperature of millions of degrees
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this song is hilarious on their live dvd - they might be giants that is

anyone know why those wierd symbols show up on my text?

those characters are there from copying & pasting or from the tranlsation from your keymap to the site's

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youth culture
youth culture
youth culture killed my dog
and i don't think it's fair
and his suicide can't be justified
by the test makers how they cried and cried

bacharach and david
used to write his favorite songs
never never never would he worry
he'd run and fetch the ball
but the night life
and my dog's life
aren't exactly one and the same

youth culture killed my dog
and i don't think it's fair
and the judgment made in the city of hate
just broke his spirit so

bachrach and david
used to write his favorite songs
never never never would he worry
he'd run and fetch the ball
but the hip hop
and the white funk
just blew away my puppy's mind

i don't understand what you did to my dog
i don't understand what you did to my dog
i don't understand what you did to my dog
i don't understand what you did to my dog

youth culture killed my dog
and i don't think it's fair
and his suicide can't be justified
by the test makers how they cried and cried

youth culture
youth culture
broke his spirit so
broke his spirit so

youth culture
youth culture
youth culture
youth culture
broke his spirit so
broke his spirit

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

Make a hole with a gun perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desk-top globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for
My apartment looks upside down from there
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink
And her voice is a backwards record
It's like a whirlpool and it never ends

Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

All alone at the '64 World's Fair
Eighty dolls yelling "Small girl after all"
Who was at the Dupont Pavilion?
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?
Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
And in the back of the edge of hearing
These are the words the voice was repeating:

Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge:
"I don't want the world, I just want your half"

They don't need me here, and I know you're there (don't need me)
Where the world goes by like the humid air (world goes by)
And it sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks until it goes away (it goes home)
And the truth is, we don't know anything (don't know)

there's only two songs in me
and i just wrote the third
don't know where i got the inspiration
or how i wrote the words
spent my whole life just digging up my music's shallow grave
for the two songs in me and the third one i just made

a rich man once told me
hey, life's a funny thing
a poor man once told me
that he can't afford to speak
now i'm in the middle like a bird without a beak

cause there's just two songs in me
and i just wrote the third
don't know where i got the inspiration
or how i wrote the words
spent my whole life just digging up my music's shallow grave
for the two songs in me and the third one i just made

so i went to the president
and i asked ole whats-his-name
has he ever gotten writer's block
or something like the same
he just started talking like he was on tv
"if there's just two songs in you boy, whaddya want from me?"

so i bought myself some denim pants
and a silver guitar
but i politely told the ladies
you'll still have to call me sir
cause i have to keep my self respect
i'll never be a star
cause there's just two songs in me
and this is number three

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

I dunno, PF without Waters just...well, isn't PF. Some of Dave's stuff is easier on the ears, though, I have to say.

I'm not a HUGE fan of PF or Roger Waters actually, but I like RW: The Pros and Cons of Hitchhiking. Love Eric Clapton's guitar work on it. However, it has never caused me to seek out other Roger Waters albums. One is enough. Some artists are like that for me. I'm almost afraid that, if I didn't like their other stuff, it would taint my adoration for the one album. Make any sense?

Ok, I couldn't resist...
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I've been alive forever, and I wrote the very first song
I put the words and the melodies together
I am music and I write the songs

I write the songs that make the whole world sing
I write the songs of love and special things
I write the songs that make the young girls cry
I write the songs, I write the songs

My home lies deep within you
And I've got my own place in your soul
Now, when I look out through your eyes
I'm young again, even though I'm very old

CHORUS

Oh my music makes you dance
And gives you spirit to take a chance
And I wrote some rock 'n' roll so you can move
Music fills your heart
Well, that's a real fine place to start
It's from me it's for you
It's from you, it's for me
It's a worldwide symphony

These are dangerous time we live in
I heard a man once say
If you're e to flights of fancy
Your dreams can fly away
See the sights around you
Of breakdown and decay
Wrought by the greed for a better life
For which you have to pay

From Glasgow town to London
Down the motorway
There's people standing in the rain
Looking for any way
To take them down to where they're bound
It's a part of another way
It's called the art of survival
In a modern age

Dance before the storm, don't look back to where you've been
The horror's even further as the sands of time run thin
Dance before the storm as the machinery breaks down
Watch the sky go black with anger, but no-one makes a sound

From Albion Hill to the Old Chain Pier
You can hear a person say
spare some change for all me pains
So if your head spins
round - go underground
Away from the games they play
People down there are trying to care
And let each one have their say
it's not revolution tactics
Or cause for anarchy
Just a natural fight for a natural life
Of which Systems are afraid
And if it all surrounds you
Seems like there's no escape
And there's someone stood in front of you
Saying do it in their way
Turn your eyes towards the tides
See how they never change
The sands of time will break their mime
Like riding on a wave

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I like to think that whoever designed marine life was thinking of it as basically an entertainment medium. That would explain some of the things down there, some of the unearthly biological contraptions

When the river of rebellion overflows, I'll be there
When the seed of discontent plants and grows, I'll be there
Watching for the sun through the dark and rainy storm
Searching for the keys to the dungeons old and worn
Let me tell you, I'll be there

When the shadow of the tyrant falls and sweeps across the land
When men would steal from others with paper in their hand
When people search for answers and the answers never come
When their troubles would be over if they thought and fought as one
Let me tell you, I'll be there

Whispering of yesterday has grown into a roar
Winds of freedom blowing out of every distant shore
When the time is ready and the call is loud and clear
Let me tell you, I'll be there

When the thunder of opression roars and crackles, I'll be there
When those who would be free are wearing shackles, I'll be there
For the day is gonna come when they'll throw away their chains
Lift their heads and raise their arms for the struggle that remains
And let me tell you, I'll be there

Whispering of yesterday has turned into a roar
Winds of freedom blowing out of every distant shore
When the time is ready and the call is loud and clear
Let me tell you, I'll be there

When the thunder of opression roars and crackles, I'll be there
When those who would be free are wearing shackles, I'll be there
For the day is gonna come when they'll throw away their chains
Lift their heads and raise their arms for the struggle that remains
And let me tell you
Let me tell you
Let me tell you
Let me tell you, I'll be there

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

VALJEAN
One day more!
Another day, another destiny.
This never-ending road to Calvary;
These men who seem to know my crime
Will surely come a second time.
One day more!

MARIUS
I did not live until today.
How can I live when we are parted?

VALJEAN
One day more.

MARIUS & COSETTE
Tomorrow you'll be worlds away
And yet with you, my world has started!

EPONINE
One more day all on my own.

MARIUS & COSETTE
Will we ever meet again?

EPONINE
One more day with him not caring.

MARIUS & COSETTE
I was born to be with you.

EPONINE
What a life I might have known.

MARIUS & COSETTE
And I swear I will be true!

EPONINE
But he never saw me there!

ENJOLRAS
One more day before the storm!

MARIUS
Do I follow where she goes?

ENJOLRAS
At the barricades of freedom.

MARIUS
Shall I join my brothers there?

ENJOLRAS
When our ranks begin to form

MARIUS
Do I stay; and do I dare?

ENJOLRAS
Will you take your place with me?

ALL
The time is now, the day is here

VALJEAN
One day more!

JAVERT
One more day to revolution,
We will nip it in the bud!
I will join these little schoolboys,
They will wet themselves with blood!

VALJEAN
One day more!

M. & MME. THENARDIER
Watch 'em run amuck,
Catch 'em as they fall,
Never know your luck
When there's a free for all,
Here a little `dip'
There a little `touch'
Most of them are goners
So they won't miss much!

Students (2 Groups)
1: One day to a new beginning

2: Raise the flag of freedom high!

1: Every man will be a king

2: Every man will be a king

1: There's a new world for the winning

2: There's a new world to be won

ALL
Do you hear the people sing?

MARIUS
My place is here, I fight with you!

VALJEAN
One day more!

MARIUS & COSETTE
I did not live until today.

EPONINE
One more day all on my own!

MARIUS & COSETTE
How can I live when we are parted?

JAVERT(overlapping)
I will join these people's heros
I will follow where they go
I will learn their little Secrets,
I will know the things they know.

VALJEAN
One day more!

MARIUS & COSETTE
Tomorrow you'll be worlds away

EPONINE
What a life I might have known!

MARIUS & COSETTE
And yet with you my world has started

JAVERT(overlapping)
One more day to revolution
We will nip it in the bud
We'll be ready for these

Schoolboys

THENARDIERS(overlapping)
Watch 'em run amok
Catch 'em as they fall
Never know your luck
When there's a free-for-all!

VALJEAN
Tomorrow we'll be far away,
Tomorrow is the judgement day

ALL
Tomorrow we'll discover
What our God in Heaven has in store!
One more dawn
One more day
One day more!


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I like to think that whoever designed marine life was thinking of it as basically an entertainment medium. That would explain some of the things down there, some of the unearthly biological contraptions

to remember the story
we walked upon the moor
there was a famine on the land
people on their knees
ruled from overseas
to remember the truth of why
so many died
the same goes on today

and though i never stood there till then
i knew the tale from beginning to end
and we remembered and we understood
and we said we would do what we could
forever if it takes that long
we got a right to live
and it's right to give our all
to right this wrong

to remember the feeling
that comes with the falling
of a new machine
or was it the power?
it was the hour of despair
and we stood in the shadows

and though i never stood there till then
i knew the tale from beginning to end
and we remembered
and we understood
and we said we would do what we could
forever if it takes that long
we got a right to live
and it's right to give our all
to right this wrong

to remember the wind blowing free
remember the tree standing tall
the planet is shaking
why are we waiting
why are we taking so long?

and though i never stood there till then
i knew the tale from beginning to end
and we remembered and we understood
and we said we would do what we could
forever if it takes that long
we got a right to live
and it's right to give our all
to right this wrong

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

I sat within the valley green
I sat me with my true love.
My sad heart strove the two between
The old love and the new love.
The old for her the new
That made me think on Ireland dearly.
While the soft wind blew down the glade
and shook the golden barley.

T'was hard the woeful words to frame
To break the ties that bound us.
But harder still to bear the shame
of foreign chains around us.
And so I said the mountain glen
I'll meet at morning early.
And I'll join the bold united men
While soft winds shook the barley.

T'was sad I kissed away her tears
My fond arm round her flinging.
When a foe, man's shot burst on our ears
From out the wild woods ringing.
A bullet pierced my true love's side
In life's young spring so early.
And on my breast in blood she died
While soft winds shook the barley.

But blood for blood without remorse
I've ta'en at oulart hollow.
I've lain my true love's clay like corpse
Where I full soon must follow.
Around her grave I've wandered drear
Noon, night, and morning early.
With breaking heart when e'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley.

Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
Someone was killed, 'neath the town hall light
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed
That the slayer who ran, looked a lot like me

The judge said son, what is your alibi
If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die
I spoke not a word, thou it meant my life
For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife

Chorus
She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me

Oh, the scaffold is high and eternity's near
She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear
But late at night, when the north wind blows
In a long black veil, she cries ov're my bones

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I like to think that whoever designed marine life was thinking of it as basically an entertainment medium. That would explain some of the things down there, some of the unearthly biological contraptions

it was five years come this august
she remembers well the day
the day the fever got him
took him far away

far away from always knowing
that the love they held was true
far away the fiddler's bowing
the grass forever blue

it was in the dead of winter
when her man first caught the chill
and he said he heard the angels singin
"cabin on the hill"
through the springtime he was groaning
"the good times are past and gone"
by the summer she was moaning
"old lover please come home"

and she stands out in the midnight
and the moonlight all aglow
she prays to carter stanley
won't you please tell bill monroe
rather be in some dark hollow
than some dark deep shady grove
than to be a bluegrass widow

"will you miss me when i'm gone"
were the final words she heard
"darlin think of what you done"
then replied his knoxville girl
then the leaves had started turning
when his mind began to fail
then he broke down in a break down
now she wears a long black veil

and she stands out in the midnight
and the moonlight all aglow
she prays to carter stanley
won't you please tell bill monroe
rather be in some dark hollow
or some dark deep shady grove
than to be a bluegrass widow

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

never know how much i love you
never know how much i care
when you put your arms around me
I give you fever that's so hard to bare

you give me fever
when you kiss me
fever when you hold me tight
Fever
In the morning
Fever all through the night

Sun lights up the day time
moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
and you know i'm gonna treat you right

you give me fever
when you kiss me
fever when you hold me tight
Fever
In the morning
Fever all through the night

Everybodies got the fever
That is somethin you all know
Fever is'nt such a new thing
Fever start long ago

Romeo love Juliet
Juliet she felt the same
When he put his arms around her
He said Julie baby your my flame

Now give me fever
When were kissin
Fever with that flame in you
Fever
I'm a fire
Fever yeah i burn for you

Captain smith and pocahontas
had a very mad affair
When her daddy tried to kill him
She said daddy oh don't you dare

He gives me fever
With his kisses
fever when he holds me tight
Fever
I'm his misses
Daddy won't you treat him right

Now you listened to my story
Here's the point that i have made
Chicks were born to give you fever
Be it fair and have a sense of game

They give you fever
when you kiss them
Fever if you really learned
Fever
Till you sizzlen
But what a lovely way to burn

But what a lovely way to burn
But what a lovely way to burn
But what a lovely way to burn


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I like to think that whoever designed marine life was thinking of it as basically an entertainment medium. That would explain some of the things down there, some of the unearthly biological contraptions

a lovestruck romeo sings a streetsuss serenade
laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made
finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade
says something like you and me babe how about it?

juliet says hey it's romeo you nearly gimme a heart attack
he's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back
you shoudn't come around here singing up at people like that
anyway what you gonna do about it?

juliet the dice were loaded from the start
and i bet and you exploded in my heart
and i forget i forget the movie song
when you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong juliet?

come up on different streets they both were streets of shame
both dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the same
and i dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real
how can you look at me as i was just another one of your deals?

when you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold
you can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold
you promised me everything you promised me thick and thin
now you just say oh romeo yeah you know i used to have a scene with him

juliet when we made love you used to cry
you said i love you like the stars above i'll love you till i die
there's a place for us you know the movie song
when you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong?

i can't do the talk like they talking on the tv
and i can't do a love song like the way its meant to be
i can't do everything but i'd do anything for you
i can't do anything except be in love with you

and all i do is miss you and the way we used to be
all i do is keep the beat and bad company
all i do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme
julie i'd do the stars with you any time

juliet when we made love you used to cry
you said i love you like the stars above i'll love you till i die
there's a place for us you know the movie song
when you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong?

a lovestruck romeo sings a streetsuss serenade
laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made
finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade
says something like you and me babe how about it?

sweet surrender on the quay side
you remember we used to run and hide
in the shadows of the cargoes i take you one time
and we're counting all the numbers
down to the waterline

near misses on the dog leap stairways
french kisses in the darkened doorways
foghorn blowing out wild and cold
policeman he shines a light on my shoulder

up comes a coaster fast and silent in the night
over my shoulder all you can see are pilot lights
no money in our jackets and our jeans are torn
your hands are cold but your lips are warm

she can see him on the jetty where they used to know
she can feel him in the places where they used to go
when she's walking by the river or the railway line
she can still hear him whisper
let's go down to the waterline

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

You get a shiver in the dark
It's been raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie double four time
You feel all right when you hear that music ring

You step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town

You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing

Amd a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans played Creole

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
'Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home'
and he makes it fast with one more thing
'We are the Sultans of Swing'

after 2000 came 2000 and one
to be the new champions
we were there for to run
from springtime in arizona
till fall in monterrey
and the raceways were battlefields
and we fought em all the way

was phoenix in the morning i had a wakeup call
she went around without a warning
put me in the wall
i drove long beach california with three cracked vertebrae
and it was on to indianapolis indiana in may

well the brickyard's there to crucify
anyone who will not learn
i climbed a mountain to qualify
went flat through the turns
but i was down in the might have beens
and an old pal good as died
and i sat down in gasoline alley and i cried

well we were in at the kill again
on the milwaukee mile
and in june up in michigan
we were robbed at belle isle
and it was on to portland oregon
for the g.i. joe
and i'd blown off almost everyone
when my motor let go

new england, ontario we died in the dirt
those walls from mid-ohio to toronto they hurt
and so we came to road america
where we burned up at the lake
but at the speedway at nazareth i made no mistake

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

It may have been Camelot for Jack and Jacqueline
But on the Che Guevara highway filling up with gasoline
Fidel Castro's brother spies a rich lady who's crying
Over luxury's disappointment
So he walks over and he's trying
To sympathise with her but he thinks that he should warn her
That the Third World is just around the corner

In the Soviet Union a scientist is blinded
By the resumption of nuclear testing and he is reminded
That Dr Robert Oppenheimer's optimism fell
At the first hurdle

In the Cheese Pavilion and the only noise I hear
Is the sound of someone stacking chairs
And mopping up spilt beer
And someone asking questions and basking in the light
Of the fifteen fame filled minutes of the fanzine writer

Mixing Pop and Politics he asks me what the use is
I offer him embarrassment and my usual excuses
While looking down the corridor
Out to where the van is waiting
I'm looking for the Great Leap Forwards

Jumble sales are organised and pamphlets have been posted
Even after closing time there's still parties to be hosted
You can be active with the activists
Or sleep in with the sleepers
While you're waiting for the Great Leap Forwards

One leap forward, two leaps back
Will politics get me the sack?

Here comes the future and you can't run from it
If you've got a blacklist I want to be on it

It's a mighty long way down rock 'n roll
From Top of the Pops to drawing the dole

If no one seems to understand
Start your own revolution and cut out the middleman

In a perfect world we'd all sing in tune
But this is reality so give me some room

So join the struggle while you may
The Revolution is just a T-shirt away
Waiting for the Great Leap Forwards


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I like to think that whoever designed marine life was thinking of it as basically an entertainment medium. That would explain some of the things down there, some of the unearthly biological contraptions

i cried when they shot medgar evers
tears ran down my spine
i cried when they shot mr. kennedy
as though i lost a father of mine
but malcolm X got what was coming
he got what he asked for this time
so love me, love me, love me
i'm a liberal

i go to civil rights rallies
and i put down the old D.A.R.
i love harry and sidney and sammy
i hope every colored boy becomes a star
but don't talk about revolution
that's going a little bit too far
so love me, love me, love me
i'm a liberal

i cheered when humphrey was chosen
my faith in the system restored
i'm glad the commies were thrown out
of the AFL-CIO board
i love puerto ricans and negros
as long as they don't move next door
so love me, love me, love me
i'm a liberal

the people of old mississippi
should all hang their heads in shame
i can't understand how their minds work
what's the matter don't they watch les crane?
but if you ask me to bus my children
i hope the cops take down your name
so love me, love me, love me
i'm a liberal

i read new republic and nation
i've learned to take every view
you know i've memorized lerner and golden
i feel like i'm almost a jew
but when it comes to times like korea
there's no one more red, white and blue
so love me, love me, love me
i'm a liberal

i vote for the democratic party
they want the UN to be strong
i go to all the pete seeger concerts
he sure gets me singing those songs
i'll send all the money you ask for
but don't ask me to come on along
so love me, love me, love me
i'm a liberal

once i was young and impulsive
i wore every conceivable pin
even went to the socialist meetings
learned all the old union hymns
but i've grown older and wiser
and that's why i'm turning you in
so love me, love me, love me
i'm a liberal

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

The dust has settled,
replaces the bulbs in all the lights.
I guess I'll get no sleep tonight.
A revolution happened.
Oh, sorry, you haven't heard?
We are the children of the new world.
If you're quiet you can watch if you like.
They say the future's beginning tonight.
Whole empires will crumble.
Civilisations will fall.
Lie on the bed, hear the sound of it all.
No anger, no guilt and no sorrow;
it sounds unlikely, I know, but tomorrow
you will wake up to find that your whole life has changed.
Although nothing looks different
a revolution took place.
I love the way you do it.
I love the way you put them on.
You know the answers but you get it wrong.
(Just to confuse things).
Why did it seem so difficult to realise a simple truth?
The revolution begins and ends with you.
Now all the breakdowns and nightmares look small.
Now we decided not to die after all.
Because the meek shall inherit absolutely nothing at all.
If you stopped being so feeble you could have so much more.
The answer was here all the time, you see.
Just how I missed it is a mystery to me.
I have waited and waited for this day to arrive.
The revolution was televised.
Now it's over, bye bye.
It's over, bye bye.
Yeah, we made it.
Just by the skin of our teeth.
Perfection is over
(The Rave is over)
Sheffield is over.
The Fear is over.
Guilt is over
(Please leave the building quietly)
Bergerac is over.
The hangover is over
Men are over
Women are over.
Cholesterol is over.
Tapers are over.
Irony is over.
Bye bye.
Bye bye.


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I like to think that whoever designed marine life was thinking of it as basically an entertainment medium. That would explain some of the things down there, some of the unearthly biological contraptions

in my rear view mirror the sun is going down
sinking behind bridges in the road
i think of all the good things
that we have left undone
and i suffer premonitions
confirm suspicions
of the holocaust to come

the rusty wire that holds the cork
that keeps the anger in
gives way and suddenly it's day again
the sun is in the east
even though the day is done
two suns in the sunset
could be the human race is run

like the moment when the brakes lock
and you slide towards the big truck
you stretch the frozen moments with your fear

and you'll never see their faces
and you'll never hear their voices
you have no recourse to the law anymore

as the windshield melts and my tears evaporate
leaving only charcoal to defend
finally i understand the feelings of the few
ashes to diamonds
foe and friend
we were all equal in the end

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

Do unto others as they have done unto you
But what in the hell is this world coming to?
Blow the universe into nothingness
Nuclear warfare shall lay us to rest

[chorus]

Fight fire with fire
Ending is near
Fight fire with fire
Bursting with fear
We all shall die

Time is like a fuse, short and burning fast
Armageddon is here, like said in the past

[chorus]

Soon to fill our lungs the hot winds of death
The gods are laughing, so take your last breath

[chorus]

Takes a second to say goodbye
Say goodbye, oh, oh, oh
It takes a second to say goodbye
Say goodbye, oh, oh, oh, say bye bye

Where you going to now

Lightning flashes across the sky
East to west, do or die
Like a thief in the night
See the world by candlelight

Fall, rise and...fall, rise and...

In an apartment on Time Square
You can assemble them anywhere
Held to ransom, hell to pay
A revolution everyday
USSR, GDR, London, New York, Peking
It's the puppets, it's the puppets
Who pull the strings

Fall, rise and...fall, rise and...

Say goodbye, say goodbye
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Say goodbye

It takes a second to say goodbye
Say goodbye, oh, oh, oh

Push the button and pull the plug
Say goodbye, oh, oh, oh

Fall, rise and...fall, rise and...

And they're doing the atomic bomb
Do they know where the dance comes from
Yes they're doing the atomic bomb
They want you to sing along
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Say goodbye

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

All is quiet on new year’s day,
A world in white gets underway,
And I want to be with you,
Be with you night and day.
Nothing changes on new year’s day.
I will be with you again.
I will be with you again.

Under a blood-red sky
A crowd has gathered in black and white.
Arms entwined, the chosen few,
Newspapers say, it says it’s true.
And we can break through,
Though torn in two we can be one.
I will begin again, I will begin again.
Oh and maybe the time is right,
Oh maybe tonight.
I will be with you again.
I will be with you again.

And so we are told this is the golden age
And gold is the reason for the wars we wage.
Though I want to be with you,
To be with you night and day.
Nothing changes on new year’s day.

We're leaving together
But still it's farewell
And maybe we'll come back
To earth, who can tell
I guess there is no one to blame
We're leaving the ground
Will things ever be the same again

It's the final countdown
The final countdown

We're heading for Venus and still we stand tall
'Cause maybe they've seen us and welcome us all yeah
With so many light years to go and things to be found
I'm sure that we'll all miss her so

It's the final countdown
The final countdown
The final countdown

The final countdown oh ooh
It's the final countdown
The final countdown
The final countdown
It's the final countdown
We're leaving together
The final countdown
We'll all miss her so
It's the final countdown
It's the final countdown


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I like to think that whoever designed marine life was thinking of it as basically an entertainment medium. That would explain some of the things down there, some of the unearthly biological contraptions

I almost posted that song...

Imagine a time
When it all began in the dying days of a war
A weapon -- that would settle the score
Whoever found it first
Would be sure to do their worst --
They always had before...

Imagine a man
Where it all began a scientist pacing the floor
In each nation -- always eager to explore
To build the best big stick
To turn the winning trick --
But this was something more...

The big bang -- took and shook the world
Shot down the rising sun
The end was begun -- it would hit everyone
When the chain reaction was done
The big shots -- try to hold it back
Fools try to wish it away
The hopeful depend on a world without end
Whatever the hopeless may say

Imagine a place
Where it all began
They gathered from across the land
To work in the secrecy of the desert sand
All of the brightest boys
To play with the biggest toys --
More than they bargained for...

Imagine a man
When it all began
The pilot of enola gay
Flying out of the shockwave
On that august day
All the powers that be
And the course of history
Would be changed for evermore...

Enola Gay, you should have stayed at home yesterday
Oho it can't describe the feeling and the way you lied
These games you play, they're gonna end it all in tears someday
Oho Enola Gay, it shouldn't ever have to end this way
It's 8:15, that's the time that it's always been
We got your message on the radio, condition's normal and you're coming home
Enola Gay, is mother proud of little boy today
Oho, this kiss you give, it's never ever gonna fade away
Enola Gay, it shouldn't ever have to end this way
Oho Enola Gay, it should've faded our dreams away
It's 8:15, oh that's the time that it's always been
We got your message on the radio, condition's normal and you're coming home
Enola Gay, is mother proud of little boy today
Oho, this you give, it's never ever gonna fade away


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I like to think that whoever designed marine life was thinking of it as basically an entertainment medium. That would explain some of the things down there, some of the unearthly biological contraptions

The profit is a fool, the spirtual man is mad,
For the multitude of thine inequity, and the great hatred. (hosea 9:7)

Everyone s trying to decide,
Where to go when theres no place to hide.
I follow the bombs as theyre coming down.
This must have been hallowed ground.

No matter what they decide to have done.
Burn up the clouds, block out the sun.
My hope is in one they cant bring down.
My soul is in hallowed ground.

I see the fear, its on the rise.
Lets catch the enemy by surprise.
Burry your treasure where it cant be found.
Burry it deep in hallowed ground.

Everybody's intent on killing someone
The streets are closed and there's a kid on the run
The bullets scream out from gun to gun
Everybody's intent on being someone

The cold and darkness of a criminal dawn
Wrapped in blankets gotta keep ourselves warm
A child in the arms of a teenage mum
Who will be there, who will be the next victim
Of the criminal dawn?

Old friends meet on the edge of town
Sharing conversation, hoping things will soon get better
While the children meet, got the world at their feet
Not knowing what's around the corner
Are we living for an uncertain future?

Down on the corner sits a broken man
Lives by the bottle, swears "never again"
Lost his money on the dogs and gin
Now he looks for his supper in a garbage can

The kids hang around by the old schoolground
Right by the river where the body was found
Throwing stones on hallowed ground
Who will be there, who will be the next victim
Of the criminal dawn?

Old friends meet on the edge of town
Sharing conversation, hoping things will soon get better
While the children meet, got the world at their feet
Not knowing what's around the corner
Are we living for an uncertain future?

In the cold and darkness of a criminal dawn
Wrapped in blankets gotta keep ourselves warm
A child in the arms of a teenage mum
Who will be there, who will be the last victim
Of the criminal dawn?

Old friends meet on the edge of town
Sharing conversation, hoping things will soon get better
While the children meet, got the world at their feet
Not knowing what's around the corner
Are we living for an uncertain future?



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I like to think that whoever designed marine life was thinking of it as basically an entertainment medium. That would explain some of the things down there, some of the unearthly biological contraptions

Theres a green plaid jacket on the back of the chair
Its like a moment frozen forever there

Mom and dad had a lot of big plans for their little man
...so proud.
Mamas gone crazy cause her babys shot down
By some teenage car chase war out of bounds
It was the wrong place wrong time wrong end of a gun.

Shoot straight from the hip
Gone forever in a trigger slip
You know, it could have been
It could have been your brother.
Shoot straight shoot to kill
Blame each other, blame yourselves
God is a bullet have mercy on us everyone

Theyre gonna call me sir theyll all stop picking on me
Well Im a high school grad Im over 5 foot 3
Ill get a badge and a gun and Ill join the p.d.
Theyll see
He didnt have to use the gun they put in his hand
But when the guy came at him, well he panicked and ran
And its thirty long years before they give him another chance
And its sad sad sad

John lennon, doctor king, harvey milk
All for goddamn nothing
God is a bullet have mercy on us everyone

A young cowboy named Billy Joe
grew restless on the farm
A boy filled with wonderlust
who really meant no harm
He changed his clothes and shined his boots
and combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out
Don't take your guns to town, son
leave your guns at home, Bill
don't take your guns to town

He laughed and kissed his mom and said
you're Billy Joe's a man
I can shoot as quick and straight
as anybody can
But, I wouldn't shoot without a cause
I'd gun nobody down
But she cried again as he rode away
Don't take your guns to town, son
leave your guns at home, Bill
don't take your guns to town.

He sang a song as on he rode
his guns hung at his hips
he rode into a cattle town
a smile upon his lips
He stopped and walked into a bar
and laid his money down
but his mother's words echoed again
don't take your guns to town, son
leave your guns at home, Bill
don't take your guns to town.

He drank his first strong liquor
then to calm his shaking hand
and tried to tell himself at last
he had become a man
a dusty cowpoke at his
began to laugh him down
and he heard again his mother's words
don't take your guns to town, son
leave your guns at home, Bill
don't take your guns to town.

Filled with rage then Billy Joe
reached for his gun to draw
but the stranger drew his gun and fired
before he even saw
As Billy Joe fell to the floor
the crowd all gathered round
and wondered at his final words
don't take your guns to town, son
leave your guns at home, Bill
don't take your guns to town.



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I like to think that whoever designed marine life was thinking of it as basically an entertainment medium. That would explain some of the things down there, some of the unearthly biological contraptions

Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of dakota
There lived a young boy named rocky raccoon
And one day his woman ran off with another guy
Hit young rocky in the eye, rocky didnt like that
He said Im gonna get that boy
So one day he walked into town
Booked himself a room in the local saloon

Rocky raccoon checked into his room
Only to find gideons bible
Rocky had come equipped with a gun
To shoot off the legs of his rival
His rival it seems had broken his dreams
By stealing the girl of his fancy
Her name was magil and she called herself lil
But everyone knew her as nancy

Now she and her man who called himself dan
Were in the next room at the hoe down
Rocky burst in and grinning a grin
He said danny boy this is a showdown
But daniel was hot - he drew first and shot
And rocky collapsed in the corner

Now the doctor came in stinking of gin
And proceeded to lie on the table
He said rocky you met your match
And rocky said, doc its only a scratch
And Ill be better, Ill be better doc as soon as I am able

Now rocky raccoon he fell back in his room
Only to find gideons bible
Gideon checked out and he left it no doubt
To help with good rocky’s revival

DND Now they'll leave us alone
DND Now you turn off the phone

How like you to make the whole world disappear and
How like you to make everything seem so clear and
How like you to make me want to stay forever
Here behind your door

DND Hang the sign on the door
DND Don't disturb us no more

How like you to make your love my hideaway and
How like you to make my troubles slide away and
How like you to make me want to play forever
Here behind your door

Minute I got some space and time I
Wanted to get me back in the crowd
Minute I got some peace you found me
Trying to make my way to the loud
What a clown...

DND Leave the hotel at noon
DND Will I see you soon?
How like you to make the whole world disappear and
How like you to make everything seem so clear and
How like you to make me want to stay forever
Here behind your door

DND DND
DND
Now they'll leave us alone



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I like to think that whoever designed marine life was thinking of it as basically an entertainment medium. That would explain some of the things down there, some of the unearthly biological contraptions

It’s gonna take a lotta love
To change the way things are.
It’s gonna take a lotta love
Or we won’t get too far.

So if you look in my direction
And we don’t see eye to eye,
My heart needs protection
And so do i.

It’s gonna take a lotta love
To get us thru the night.
It’s gonna take a lotta love
To make things work out right.

So if you are out there waitin’
I hope you show up soon,
’cause my heart needs relatin’
Not solitude.

Gotta lotta love
Gotta lotta love.

It’s gonna take a lotta love
To change the way things are.
It’s gonna take a lotta love
Or we won’t get too far.

It’s gonna take a lotta love
To change the way things are.
It’s gonna take a lotta love
Or we won’t get too far

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

Ok, dead 70's female musicians...
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Talkin to myself and feelin old
Sometimes Id like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hangin around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

What Ive got they used to call the blues
Nothin is really wrong
Feelin like I don't belong
Walkin around
Some kind of lonely clown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you
Nice to know somebody loves me
Funny but it seems that its the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me.

What I feel has come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what its all about
Hangin around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

Nite falls , and im alone
Skin, yeah chilled me to the bone
You, turned and you ran,
Oh yeah,
Oh slipped, right from my hand

Hey
Blue on black
Tears on a river
Push on a shove
It dont mean much
Joker on jack
Match on a fire
Cold on ice
A dead mans touch
Wisper on a scream
Doesnt change a thing
Dont bring you back
Blue on black
Oh yeah, blue on black

Blind, oh, now I see
Truth, lies, and in between
Wrong, cant be undone
Oh slipped, from the tip of
Your tounge

Hey
Blue on black
Tears on a river
Push on a shove
It dont mean much
Joker on jack
Match on a fire
Cold on ice
A dead mans touch
Wisper on a scream
Doesnt change a thing
Doesnt bring you back, yeah
Blue on black
Oh, blue on black
Oh, yeah

(solo)

Blue on black
Tears on a river
Push on a shove
It dont mean much
Joker on jack
Match on a fire
Cold on ice
Is a dead mans touch
Wisper on a scream
Doesnt change a thing
Dont bring you back
Blue on black
Oh yeah, blue on black

Hey
Blue on black
Tears on a river
Push on a shove
It dont mean much
Joker on jack
Match on a fire
Cold on ice
Is a dead mans touch
Wisper on a scream
Doesnt change a thing
Doesnt bring you back
Blue on black
Oh, blue on black
Oh wha oh, blue on black
Oh, blue on black


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artist's first name...
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On a warm summers evenin on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin out the window at the darkness
til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.

He said, son, I’ve made a life out of readin peoples faces,
And knowin what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you don’t mind my sayin, I can see youre out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey Ill give you some advice.

So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, if you’re gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.

You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.

Now evry gambler knows that the secret to survivin
Is knowin what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
cause evry hands a winner and evry hands a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.

So when he’d finished speakin, he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.

You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.

You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count you r money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.

There isn't much to gain
By living all the same way
The years just slip away
But it's too late then to play
If you live from day to day
You can play the game your own way
There's a million things to say
In a million places
For her it stays the same
Though a million towers have tumbled
And you can hear her pain
Voiced in a distant rumble
And when it starts to rain
All your monoliths will crumble
It's always been the same
Don't you feel a little bit humble?
She came up to me, she said:
'Wanna know a mistery?
There's a whole wide world for you to see
You're just a player in the game'
Well I've nothing left to say
Except take the time to ramble
In a million different ways
There's a million paths to travel
And when there's something in the way
Take your time please remember
There's hope yet in the rain
And a voice in distant thunder

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I like to think that whoever designed marine life was thinking of it as basically an entertainment medium. That would explain some of the things down there, some of the unearthly biological contraptions

on the day i went away
good bye
was all i had to say
now i
i want to come again and stay
oh my my
smile and that will mean that i may

cause i've seen
blue skies
through the tears
in my eyes
and i realize
i'm going home

everywhere it's been the same
feeling
like i'm outside in the rain
wheeling
free to try and find a game
dealing
cards for sorrow, cards for pain

cause i've seen
blue skies
through the tears
in my eyes
and i realize
i'm going home
i'm going home
i'm going home

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

Leaves are falling all around,
Its time I was on my way.
Thanks to you, Im much obliged
For such a pleasant stay.

But now its time for me to go,
The autumn moon lights my way.
For now I smell the rain,
And with it pain,
And its headed my way.
Ah, sometimes I grow so tired,
But I know Ive got one thing I got to do,

Ramble on,
And nows the time, the time is now
To sing my song.
Im goin round the world,
I got to find my girl, on my way.
Ive been this way ten years to the day, ramble on,
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.

Got no time to for spreadin roots,
The time has come to be gone.
And tho our health we drank a thousand times,
Its time to ramble on.
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and on and on and on....yeah this song rambles on for about forever.

Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on

You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces everytime
And I don't need no carryin' on

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Well you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on

You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day

(Oh.. Holiday..)

Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong

So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day



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Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an armageddon flame (Hey!)
The shame, the ones who died without a name

Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called Faith and Misery (Hey!)
And bleed, the company who lost the war today

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday

Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protestor has crossed the line (Hey!)
To find, the moneys on the other side

Can I get another Amen (Amen!)
Theres a flag wrapped around a score of men (Hey!)
A gag, A plastic bag on a monument

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday.....
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hmm...maybe I shouldn't post the rest of it.

A little help from my friends
What would you think if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a song,
And I’ll try not to sing out of key.
I get by with a little help from my friends,
I get high with a little help from my friends,
Going to try with a little help from my friends.
What do I do when my love is away.
(does it worry you to be alone)
How do I feel by the end of the day
(are you sad because you’re on your own)
No I get by with a little help from my friends,
Do you need anybody,
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.
Would you believe in a love at first sight,
Yes I’m certain that it happens all the time.
What do you see when you turn out the light,
I can’t tell you, but I know it’s mine.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
Do you need anybody,
I just need someone to love,
Could it be anybody,
I want somebody to love.
I get by with a little help from my friends,
Yes I get by with a little help from my friends,
With a little help from my friends.

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I like to think that whoever designed marine life was thinking of it as basically an entertainment medium. That would explain some of the things down there, some of the unearthly biological contraptions

Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what youre doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just cant get no relief,
Lord!
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

I work hard every day of my life
I work till I ache my bones
At the end I take home my hard earned pay all on my own -
I get down on my knees
And I start to pray
Till the tears run down from my eyes
Lord - somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me - somebody to love?

(he works hard)

Everyday - I try and I try and I try -
But everybody wants to put me down
They say Im goin crazy
They say I got a lot of water in my brain
Got no common sense
I got nobody left to believe
Yeah - yeah yeah yeah

Oh lord
Somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

Got no feel, I got no rhythm
I just keep losing my beat
Im ok, Im alright
Ain’t gonna face no defeat
I just gotta get out of this prison cell
Someday Im gonna be free, lord!

Find me somebody to love
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

I think this has gone on far enough, it's taking up too much space in the DB for something that's off topic, plus I really don't think posting the lyrics of the entire song was the point.