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Tied to a wheel, fingers go to feel
Bleeding though it's all okay to smile
I spin on a whim, I slide to the right
I felt you like electric light
For our love, for our fear
For our rise against the years and years and years

Got a machinehead
Better than the rest
Green to red
Machinehead
Got a machinehead
Better than the rest
Green to red
And I walk from my machine
And I walk from my machine

Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
breathe in

Deaf, dumb and dirty, starting to deserve this
Leaning on my conscience wall
Blood is like wine, unconscious all the time
If I had it all again I'd change it all

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

welcome my son
welcome to the machine
where have you been?
it's alright we know where you've been
you've been in the pipeline filling in time
provided with toys and scouting for boys
you bought a guitar to punish your ma
and you didn't like school
and you know you're nobody's fool
so welcome to the machine

welcome my son
welcome to the machine
what did you dream?
it's alright we told you what to dream
you dreamed of a big star
he played a mean guitar
he always ate in the steak bar
he loved to drive in his jaguar
so welcome to the machine

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

You know the rules....associate the song with a new song...match anything and everything....just keep it clean and site friendly.

"Cant jump the track
we're like cars on a cable
Lifes like an hourglass
glued to the table"

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oh mother dear
what is that there
that looks like strawberry jam?
hush hush my child
'tis your papa
run over by a tram

Call you up in the middle of the night
Like a firefly without a light
You were there like a slow torch burning
I was a key that could use a little turning

So tired that I couldn't even sleep
So many secrets I couldn't keep
Promised myself I wouldn't weep
One more promise I couldn't keep

It seems no one can help me now
I'm in too deep
There's no way out
This time I have really led myself astray

Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there

Can you help me remember how to smile
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did I get so jaded
Life's mystery seems so faded

I can go where no one else can go
I know what no one else knows
Here I am just drownin' in the rain
With a ticket for a runaway train

And everything seems cut and dry
Day and night, earth and sky
Somehow I just don't believe it

Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there

Bought a ticket for a runaway train
Like a madman laughin' at the rain
Little out of touch, little insane
Just easier than dealing with the pain

Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there

Runaway train never comin' back
Runaway train tearin' up the track
Runaway train burnin' in my veins
Runaway but it always seems the same

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

"I'm not crazy
I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you cant tell
but stay awhile and maybe you'll see
a different side of me"


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Crazy,but that's how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe it's not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate

Mental wounds not healing
Life's a bitter shame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

I've listened to preachers
I've listened to fools
I've watched all the dropouts
Who make their own rules

One person conditioned to rule and control
The media sells it and you live the role
Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

I know that things are going wrong for me
You gotta listen to my words
Yeah

Heirs of a cold war
That's what we've become
Inheriting troubles I'm mentally numb
Crazy, I just cannot bear
I'm living with something that just isn't fair

Mental wounds not healing
Who and what's to blame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

i do believe it's part THREE now babel

generals gathered in their masses
just like witches at black masses
evil minds that plot destruction
sorcerors of death's construction
in the fields the bodies burning
as the war machine keeps turning
death and hatred for mankind
poisoning their brainwashed minds
oh lord yeah!

politicians lock themselves away
they only started the whole war
why don't they go out into the fight?
they leave that role to the poor

time will tell on their power minds
making war just for fun
treating people just like pawns in chess
wait till judgement day comes

now in darkness world stops turning
ashes where the bodies burning
no more war pigs have the power
hand of god has struck the hour
day of judgements god is calling
on their knees the war pigs crawling
begging mercy for their sins
satan laughing spreads his wings

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

"Lights go out and I can't be saved
Tides that I've tried to swim against
Put me down upon my knees
Oh I beg, I'm beging please, singing

Come out of things unsaid
Shoot an apple off my head
And a, trouble that can't be named
a tiger's waiting to be tamed, singing

Confusion that never stops
Closing walls and ticking clocks, gonna
Come back and take you home
I could not stop that you now know, singing"



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and I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich whille it buries the poor
the power hungry selling soldiers in a human grocery store
ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war

Empty chairs at empty tables, the room silent, forlorn.

In its place grew
an angry festered wound
full of hatered and remourse
where I pick and scratch
till the blood it matched
silent rage that now fills my lungs
for there are many ways
to kill a man they say
with bayonet, axe or sword
but son a bullet fired
from a shapeless guise
just put the shell of a Thompson gun

walk away me boy
walk away me boys
and by morning we'll be free
wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
and raise what's left
of the flag for me

from the east out to the western shore
where many men and many more will fall
but no angel flys with me tonight
though freedom reigns on all
and curse the name for which
we slaved our days
so every men chose Kingdom Come
But sure as night turns day
it's the passion play
oh my god
what have they done
with madmen rage
well the dogged craze
but the dead rise again you fools

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

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

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 captian 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

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

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
AsI scream our battle cry

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

I am home Ireland


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

i can't believe the news today
but i can't close my eyes and make it go away
how long? how long must we sing this song?
how long? how long?

broken bottles under children's feet
bodies strewn across the dead end street
but i won't heed the battle call
it puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall

sunday bloody sunday
sunday bloody sunday

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

Monday, Monday, so good to me
Monday Mornin', it was all i hoped it would be
Oh Monday Mornin', monday mornin' couldn't guarntee
That Monday evenin' you would still be here with me

Monday Monday can't trust that day
Monday Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday Mornin' you gave me no warnin' of what was to be
Oh Monday, Monday, how could you leave and not take me
Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever monday comes,
But whenever monday comes a-you can find me cryin' all of the time

Monday, Monday, so good to me
Monday Mornin', it was all i hoped it would be
Oh Monday Mornin', monday mornin' couldn't guarntee
That Monday evenin' you would still be here with me
Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine , yeah
But whenever monday comes, But whenever monday comes
A-you can find me cryin' all of the time

Monday Monday can't trust that day
Monday Monday, it just turns out that way
Oh Monday, Monday, won't go away
Monday Monday, it's here to stay
Oh Monday, Monday Oh Monday, Monday

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"d@mn it feels good to be a gangster"


And if you dont' know what that's from SHAME ON YOU ...go rent Office Space ...if your'e old enough that is ....

Sounds like someones having a case of the mondays!

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we keep it gangster, say "fo shizzle" "fo sheezy" and "stayin crunk"
it's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk
yo activism, attackin the system
blacks and latins in prison
numbers have risen
they're victim black in the vision
@!#% and all they got is rappin to listen to
i let em know we missin you
the love is unconditional
even when the condition is critical
when the livin is miserable
your position is pivotal
i ain't bulls---in you

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

"Living in a world they didn't make

Living in a world that's filled with hate

Living in a world where grown-ups break the rules

Living in a world they didn't make

Paying for a lot of adult mistakes

How much of this madness can they take"


Yes I alwasy had the role of the child in workshop when we did performed that dance.....

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there's so many different worlds so many different suns
and we have just one world but we live in different ones

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"I want to lie
shipwrecked and comatose
sipping fresh mango juice"



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spasm waiter dropping to his knees sees
slander on wrap paper ties
lifting up his head he feels the sunlight in his eyes

grasp a kettle top and shoot the breeze please
ramble while slop scraper sighs
tossing in his bed at night he’ll dream until he dies

operations at the sink
the dribble liquid visible beneath his troubled eyes
feels it tilt and start to slide

mask a pretty hopper’s foot with squeeze cheese
dangle some grape apple pies
tranquil and serene until he runs out of supplies

your hands and feet are mangos
you’re gonna be a genius anyway

your hands and feet are mangos
you’re gonna be a genius anyway

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

This house is full of eyes but I can't look at anyone
They've seen this face a thousand times
Most relaxing thing I do - hang half way out a third floor window,
and look at rocks if I fall out,
And maybe I'll fall hard,
something tough to break me,
something sharp to rip into my insides and bleed out all that pain.
Sorry I don't even know your name
I guess for me it's easy this way.

Maybe I'll catch fire,
something warm to hold me,
something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind.
All that evil #@%$'s not hard to find
I guess I only claim to be nice

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

"I'm gonna smile and not get worried
I try but it shows
anyone can make what I have built
and better now
anyone can find the same white pills
that take my pain away"

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I was spinning free with a little sweet and simple numbing me.
What a dizzy dance.
This sweetness will not be concerned with me.
No the sweetness will not be concerned with.

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

"Are you gonna
Live your life wonderin’
Standing in the back
Lookin’ around?
Are you gonna
Waste your time
Thinkin' how you’ve grown up
Or how you missed out?
Things are never gonna
Be the way you want
Where's it gonna
Get you acting serious?"

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And rest, clean your conscious, clear your thoughts with speyside with your grain.
Clean your conscious, clear your thoughts with speyside.
Salt, sweat, sugar on the asphalt.
Our hearts littering the topsoil.
Tune in and we can get the last call.

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
they slither while they pass
they slip away across the universe
pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting through my open mind
possessing and caressing me
j'ai guru deva
om
nothing’s gonna change my world
nothing’s gonna change my world

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

we spotted the ocean at the head of the trail
where are we going, so far away
and somebody told me that this is the place
where everything's better, everything's safe

walk on the ocean
step on the stones
flesh becomes water
wood becomes bone

and half and hour later we packed up our things
we said we'd send letters and all those little things
and they knew we were lying but they smiled just the same
it seemed they'd already forgotten we'd came

now we're back at the homestead
where the air makes you choke
and people don't know you
and trust is a joke
we don't even have pictures
just memories to hold
that grow sweeter each season
as we slowly grow old

in the year of 39 a simple year of volunteers
in the days when the lands were few
and the ships sailed out on a blue and misty morn
sweetest site ever seen
and the night followed day and the story tellers say
that the score brave souls inside
through so many lonely days sailed across the milky seas
ne'er looked back never feared never cried

can't you hear my call though you're many years away
can't you hear me calling you?
write your letters in the sand
for the day i take your hand
in the land that our grandchildren knew

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

"Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory
A snapshot in the family album
Daddy, what else did you leave for me
Daddy, whatcha leave behind for me?"

the korn cover of it though .

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when we were young and went to school there were certain teachers
who would hurt the children anyway they could
by pouring their derision upon anything we did
exposing every weakness however carefully hidden by the kids

but in the town it was well known when they got home at night
their fat and psychopathic wives would thrash them within inches of their lives

the next song from the original pink floyd

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

From PSYCHOPATHIC to "lower" from the album - pump up the VALUUM - by nofx

yea I know it's a stretch, and doesn't REALLY work

lower

I will never feel the ribbon break
I will never taste sweet victory
I don't want to leave the rest behind
I don't want inscription on a plaque

Never first or second place
I won't ever run your rat race
I will always be lower than you
I won't be your competition, lowest
Totem pole possition is where I'd rather
Stay than be like you.

I don't feel the animal instinct
I am not on the top of the food chain
The only battle I will fiercely fight
Is one that hibernates inside my head

Be the best, climb the ladder
Do it better, higher, faster
I refuse to participate
If I go up it will be slow
Im bringing everyone I know
Stopping on the sixth or seventh rung

On a pedestal, isn't the view great
You better watch your step, cause it's nasty fall
When there's no one to catch you when you call.

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

A bit of a stretch as well....but from falling to ....

"
I need your help to get up from my knees
I can't seem to see the forest for the trees
As I wait in my silent misery
All I'm asking is please...forgive me"

~What a Mess SR-71.

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i'm closing up shop and locking my doors
won't let you inside no more
cause never again will this happen to me
never again i won't let it

i'm closing up shop this is my shop
and locking my doors, they're my doors
won't let you inside on my side
i'm locking my doors once more

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

[font color="#800080"]"You'll realise one day
That the grass is always greener on the other side
The neighbour's got a new car that you wanna drive
And when time is running out you wanna stay alive
We all live under the same sky
We all will live, we all will die
There is no wrong, there is no right
The circle only has one side"[/font]

one day you'll look to see i've gone
but tomorrow may rain so i'll follow the sun
some day you'll know i was the one
but tomorrow may rain so i'll follow the sun

and now my time has come and so my love i must go
and though i lose a friend in the end you will know
oh

one day you'll find that i have gone
but tomorrow may rain so i'll follow the sun

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

Outside the sun rose you stayed inside
You kept your eyes closed
And pulled down the shades
On your windows
You decided to hideout from the sunlight
It's too bright and it just doesn't sit right
With the way you're feeling today
You're cloudy and gray
Hey! You're chasing the sun away
Hey! You're chasing the sun

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

"I know she loves the sunrise
No longer sees it with her sleeping eyes
And I know that when she said she's gonna try
Well it might not work because of other ties"

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timeless as the day you fall upon my waking eyes
inviting and inciting me to rise
and through the window in the wall comes streaming in on sunlight wings
a million bright ambassadors of morning

and no one sings me lullabys
and no one makes me close my eyes
so i throw the windows wide
and call to you across the skies

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

all those stories that my dad told me,
they are just a whisper in time
all those things that never came to be,
they are just a whisper in time
a whisper in time, a whisper in time
things that I can't shake from my mind
a whisper in time, a whisper in time
moments that just flicker and die
all those places I wanted to go,
they are just a whisper in time
all those friends who now I do not know,
they are just a whisper in time
maps and roads that brought me here today,
they are just a whisper in time
circumstances that were explained away,
they are just a whisper in time
...we are messengers of memory,
just whispers in time

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

"I know you've got a little life in you left
I know you've got a lotta strength left
I know you've got a little life in you left
I know you've got a lotta strength left
I should be cryin' but I just can't let it show
I should be hopin' but I can't stop thinkin'
All the things we should've said that are never said
All the things we should've done that we never did
All the things we should've given, but I didn't
Oh darlin', make it go
Make it go away"
~This Womans Work

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there's nothing you can do that can't be done
nothing you can sing that can't be sung
nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
it's easy

there's nothing you can make that can't be made
no one you can save that can't be saved
nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in time
it's easy

all you need is love
all you need is love
all you need is love, love
love is all you need

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

Dust falls on the empty halls of my old school
Where the memories fade like the casualty, a forgotten fool
Now wide-eyed has become the blind of spoken rule
As equal only deep is now the word
The lesson's not the answer you once heard

"Don't turn your back on me, don't ever let me down"
She said, "I picked you up each time before you hit the ground
Your selfish face is now erased when someone mentions you
And the darkness that you left is overstepped aside
Will disappear in clouds, the sun arrives
Within a mile of home, within a mile of home"

Oh worry, oh my worry has it been that long?
The whistle keeps on blowing but the chills all gone
His empty frame cannot explain, there's nothing left inside
So sing to me a song from yesterday
When laughter filled the tears that we now make

"Don't turn your back on me, don't ever let me down"
She said, "I picked you up each time before you hit the ground
Your selfish face is now erased when someone mentions you
If only you had seen what I now see
And turned the corner where you would of been
Within a mile of home, within a mile of home"

So sing to me, sing me a song, a song from yesterday
And when the laughter turned these tears before the promises, then they'll slip away
Don't turn your back on me, dont't turn your back on me, don't ever let me down
We are within a mile, we are within a mile, within a mile of home
We are within a mile, we are within a mile, within a mile of home



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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

i remember the thirty five sweet goodbyes
when you put me on the wolverine up to annandale
it was still september
when your daddy was quite surprised
to find you with the working girls in the county jail
i was smoking with the boys upstairs
when i heard about the whole affair
i said oh no
william and mary won’t do

well i did not think the girl could be so cruel
and i’m never going back to my old school

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

This is our last goodbye
I hate to feel the love between us die
But it's over
Just hear this and then I'll go
You gave me more to live for
More than you'll ever know

This is our last embrace
must I dream and always see your face
Why can't we overcome this wall
Baby, maybe it is just because I didn't know you at all

Kiss me
Pplease kiss me
But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation
You know it makes me so angry 'cause I know that in time
I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye

Did you say "no, this can't happen to me"
And did you rush to the phone to call?
Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind saying
"maybe, you didn't know him at all"

Well, the bells out in the church tower chime
Burning clues into this heart of mine
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and the memory
Of her sighs that "it's over, it's over"


Jeff Buckley - Last Goodbye

-- Gomer

Walk away if you want to
It's ok, if you need to
You can run, but you can never hide
See my shadow come creeping up beside you
There's a magic running through your soul
But you can't have it all

Whatever you do
I'll be two steps behind you
Wherever you go
and I'll be there to remind you
that it only takes a minute of your precious time
to turn around and I'll be two steps behind.

Take the time
and think about it
Walk the line, you just can't fight it
Look around and see what you can find
Like a fire that's burning up inside me,
There's a magic running through your soul
But you can't have it all

Whatever you do
I'll be two steps behind you
Wherever you go
and I'll be there to remind you
that it only takes a minute of your precious time
to turn around and I'll be two steps behind.

There's a magic running through your soul
but you can't have it all, no,

Whatever you do
I'll be two steps behind you
Wherever you go
and I'll be there to remind you
that it only takes a minute of your precious time
to turn around and I'll be two steps behind.

Just turn around, I'll be two steps behind
I'll be two steps behind you
and I'll be there to remind you

i keep a close watch on this heart of mine
i keep my eyes wide open all the time
i keep the ends out for the tie that binds
because you're mine, i walk the line

i find it very very easy to be true
i find myself alone when each day's through
yes i'll admit that i'm a fool for you
because you're mine, i walk the line

as sure as night is dark and day is light
i keep you on my mind both day and night
and happiness i've known proves that it's right
because you're mine, i walk the line

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

"My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that’s beating
Sometimes I wish someone up there will find me
Till then I walk alone

Im walking down the line that divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line, not the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines what’s *** up and everything’s alright
Check my vital signs and know im still alive and I walk alone"



^_^

"And I said What about Breakfast at Tiffany's"

continuing the "line" theme:

sweet surrender on the quayside
you remember we used to run and hide
in the shadows of the cargos i take you one time
and we're countin 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 go
she can feel him in the places where they used to know
when she's walking by the river or the railway line
she can still hear him whisper
let's go down to the waterline

---

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

"I remember running thru the wet grass
falling a step behind
both of us never tireing
desperatly wanting"


^_^


[hr width='40%']
"And I said What about Breakfast at Tiffany's"

and i can remember the fourth of july
runnin through the backwoods bare
and i can still hear my old hound dog barkin
chasin down a hoodoo there
chasin down a hoodoo there

born on the bayou
born on the bayou
born on the bayou

wish that i was on the bayou
rollin with some cajun queen
wish that i was a fast freight train
a just a truckin on down to new orleans

born on the bayou
born on the bayou
born on the bayou

---

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

These days go by like trucks and trains
Some hit so hard you barely feel a thing
Lights out right now back then and forevermore
Lights out left now these robots marching
To the nearest liquor store
There's something green that's leaving town
Always thought it was blue
Always knew I was wrong
Where it goes who knows
maybe somewhere better than here
And what they say of the grass on the other sides true
Too much time looking up is turning everything blue
Including me - including you
Including you

These times count down like boats and planes
Some wash away in undertow
Some plummet down in flames
Lights out right now back then and forevermore
With sirens on this ambulance is racing
to the west coast shore
There's something blue that's leaving town
We always talked about black we're considering brown
Where it goes who knows
Maybe somewhere better than here
And what they say of the grass on the other sides true
Too much time looking up's turning everything blue
Including me, including the ocean, including you

---

Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

i'd sooner forget but i remember those nights
when life was just a bet on the race between the lights
you had your head on my shoulder had your hand in my hair
now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care
well just stay with me baby and i'll take you away
from out of this darkness and into the day
from these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain
from the anger that lives on the streets with these names
as i run every red light on memory lane
i seek desperation explode into flames
and i don't wanna see it again
from all of these signs saying sorry but we're closed
all the way down the telegraph road

---

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

"I walk for miles.
Circumnavigate these lands.
Walking blindly,
Holding out my hands.
And I pass the stones
That remind me why I'm here.
I follow the setting sun
And you were there."


^_^[hr width='40%']
"The rain is falling down like silence in a shroud"[/font]

hot coffee on the dashboard a cold front on the way
last night i was in oregon tomorrow santa fe
up for two days running i'm feelin tired inside
down to my last dollar but tonight i'm gonna ride

silver spurs and gold tequila
you know they keep me hanging on
pretty girls in old cantinas
give me shelter from the storm
the miles that i have traveled
the places i have seen
just won't let me put a saddle on this crazy cowboy dream

a gold watch in my pocket my daddy gave to me
spent his lifetime working for a home and family
i call him on the phone sometimes i see him when i can
just long enough to check the binds and jump the fence again

silver spurs and gold tequila
you know they keep me hanging on
pretty girls in old cantinas
give me shelter from the storm
the miles that i have traveled
the places i have seen
just won't let me put a saddle on this crazy cowboy dream
and i'll never put a saddle on this crazy cowboy dream

silver spurs and gold tequila
you know they keep me hanging on
pretty girls in old cantinas
give me shelter from the storm
the miles that i have traveled
the places i have seen
just won't let me put a saddle on this crazy cowboy dream

---

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

To put up with the output
I don't think about it,
Hold on and hold out
Or I'd be left out without it
Things better get better
I gotta get
Thing's should get good
But they haven't yet
While these things keep bringing
And bringing me grief
I've got that one something
That still brings relief

Cowboy coffee and chemical cream
Ride, ride, ride on my stallion of green
Midnight shower, sleep in the flowers
And dream, hurricane, breakneck speed, rapid fire, dreams

It's not that it's boggin' or cloggin' my head
It's not that I'm swamped
Buried under near dead
It's just the daily grind
To bring the daily bread
I wasn't born rich
I'm good looking instead
While these dailys "dille-dallie"
And I'm daily employed
I've got that daily something
That's daily enjoyed

Cowboy coffee and chemical cream
Ride, ride, ride on my stallion of green
Midnight shower, sleep in the flowers
And dream, hurricane, breakneck speed, rapid fire, dreams

---

Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

do you have the time to listen to me whine
about nothing and everything all at once
i am one of those melodramatic fools
neurotic to the bones no doubt about it

sometimes i give myself the creeps
sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
it all keeps adding up
i think i'm cracking up
am i just paranoid
am i just stoned?

Last edited by moondog at 06-Feb-2005 14:22

---

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

My friend drove off the other day,
And now he's gone and all they say,
Is you gotta live cause life goes on
But now I see i'm mortal too
I can't live my life like you
Gotta live it up while life goes on

And I think it's alright
That I do what I like cause that's the way I wanna live
And so I give
And i'm still giving


And now I wonder about my friend
If he gave all he could give
Cause he lived his life like I live mine
If you could see inside my head
Then you'd start to understand
The things I value in my heart


And I think it's alright
That I do what I like cause that's the way I wanna live
And so I give
And i'm still giving

---

Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

I saw my friend the other day and I don't know
Exactly just what he became
It goes to show
It wasn't that long ago
I was just like you
And now I think I'm sick and
I wanna go home

How have I been, how have you been
It's been so long
What have you done with all your time
And what went wrong

I knew you back when
And you ... you knew me
And now I think you're sick
I wanna go home

Anybody ever say no?
Ever tell you that you weren't right?
Where did all the little kid go?
Did you lose it in a hateful fight?
And you know it's true
...

From the same album as Moondog's song just above.

Last edited by sirbooks at 06-Feb-2005 22:10

---

And when he gets to Heaven, to Saint Peter he will tell: "One more Marine reporting, Sir! I've served my time in Hell."

this is where the party ends
i can't stand here listening to you and your racist friend
i know politics bore you
but i feel like a hypocrite talking to you and your racist friend

it was the lovliest party that i've ever attended
if anything was broken i'm sure it could be mended
my head can't tolerate this bobbing and pretending
listening to some bullethead and the madness that he's saying

this is where the party ends
i just sit here wondering how you can stand by your racist friend
i know politics bore you
but i feel like a hypocrite talking to you and your racist friend

---

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

"Someone will fix my broken bones
And I'll feel better in the morning
The pain will fade as time goes by
What was taken,
I won't miss, or I'll replace
Nevermind me, well I'm all right
He seemed to hate what he was doing
He sure knew how to get it done
Possessed by an addiction
I don't have to comprehend
What about me?"
~Mighty Mighty Bosstones.

^_^[hr width='40%']"Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate,what creates my own madness...
and I am waiting for disaster"

Yay babel!

My fav 'tones song

Queensbury Number Eight.
Hell Hotel punk rock estate.
Way way back in the day.
One hundred years it seems that way.
Just across from Wayne's Junk Store.
Three floors up then straight ahead.
If someone thought to lock the door,
Use the fire escape instead.
Someone's always up to something, one thing's always understood.
If nothing happened in a minute, wait another, something would.
Avoid the landlord, spend the rent, raising hell with reckless style.
And sure our time was poorly spent, but toxic toast still makes me smile.
Looking back now, not sure how
We made it through, not all of us but most.
Still haunts me, like it wants me.
I remember, I remember, I remember toxic toast.
This stuff's one hundred-thirty proof.
Glue threw the TV off the roof.
The whole damn place just wasn't stable.
Andrew trashed the coffee table.
Rico's here, the party's reeling.
Colam's been spray-painting the ceiling.
Can't make a call and man it's gold,
Alcohol and stranglehold.
Toxic toast, Jake coined the phrase.
Haven't thought about it for a while.
Mindless endless nights and days,
But toxic toast still makes me smile.
Looking back,not sure how
We made it through, not all of us but most.
Still haunts me,like it wants me.
I remember, I remember, I remember toxic toast.

---

Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

oh don't give me none more of that old janx spirit
no, don't you give me none more of that old janx spirit
for my head will fly
my tongue will lie
my eyes will fry
and i may die
won't you pour me one more of that sinful old janx spirit

---

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

back to the bosstones :%)

"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 "

^_^[hr width='40%']"Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate,what creates my own madness...
and I am waiting for disaster"

end of passion play
crumbling away
i’m your source of self-destruction
veins that pump with fear
sucking darkest clear
leading on your deaths construction

taste me you will see
more is all you need
dedicated to
how i’m killing you

come crawling faster
obey your master
your life burns faster
obey your master
master
master of puppets i’m pulling your strings
twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
blinded by me you can’t see a thing
just call my name cause i’ll hear you scream
master
master
just call my name cause i’ll hear you scream
master
master

---

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

Life it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free

Things are not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can't be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filing me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now He's gone

No one but me can save myself, but it to late
Now I can't think, think why I should even try
Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death Greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye

---

Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

i press on the elastic sheet, i'm breathing through a slice
are they worms or are they serpents that bubbles through the ice
the source was quite invisible
the ever-present voice
while skating, both legs tracing different shapes i made my choice

mimicking the image in whose radiance i bask
i'm tied to him, or him to me, depending who you ask
none the less reluctantly reflections tumble in
i slide with all the other on the wrong side of the skin

he's fallen on the ice, it cracks
will he plunge in and join me here?
he meets my eyes to my surprise
he laughs in full light of my frown
my double wants to pull me down

slipping on the friction slide, my skin peels to the bone
the flesh i leave behind is something that is not my own
i beg my mirror image for a moment with my soul
he's leaning back, time to attack, to see who's in control

and every move i make he's got a hand up just in time
he's throwing several punches and he's blocking most of mine
defeated now i sulk and squirm above the frozen heights
waiting, calculating till next he ventures on the ice

he's fallen on the ice, it cracks
will he plunge in and join me here?
he meets my eyes to my surprise
he laughs in full light of my frown
my double wants to pull me down

---

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

MAH NAME IS....
Shake zulah
the old schoolah
you wanna trip, I'll give it to ya

Frylock and I'm on top
rock you like a cop
meatwad you're up next with yo knock knock

Meatwad make the money see
meatwad get the hunnies G
riding in my car
living like a star
Ice on my fingers and my toes and I'm a taurus

Cause we are the aquateens, make the homies say "ho!!" and the girlies wanna scream!!

Cause we are the aquateens, make the homies say "ho!!" and the girlies wanna scream!!

Number one in the hood, G...




Last edited by Cup_of_Lifenoodles at 08-Feb-2005 23:39

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in and the vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point to the point no faking
I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my rag-top down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby waving just to say hi
Did you stop no I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
The block was dead
Yo so I continued to A1A Beachfront Avenue
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a guage and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots rang out like a bell
I grabbed my nine all I heard were shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car slammed on the gas
Bumpet to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene you know what I mean
They passed me up confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby
vanillla Ice ice baby

---

Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

well i obviously gotta respond with this one (cut & pasted cause i can't remember the words having not heard the song in probably 12 years ):

I got a squad with a list of complainers
I should have started RAPE:
Rappers Against Phony Entertainers
So we can make it known that we won`t get swayed
It`s ninety-one son, so somethin`s gotta change

Gettin paid to peddle sneakers and soda pop (pop pop pop)
Pop goes the weasel as drawers drop (drop drop dop)
Why not take your top ten pop hit
fix the music and make senseless ryhmes fit

I guess it`s the fact that you can`t be artistic
Intricate raps, becomin so simplistic
I gotta strong mind it doesn`t have to be spoon-fed
And I can read what doesn`t have to be read

So some stay illiterate and feeble, legally licked
You go the ways of the weasel (the weasel)

Pop Pop goes the weasel, the weasel *3X*
Pop goes the weasel, `cuz the weasel goes pop

---

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

Round and round the cobbler's bench
The monkey chased the weasel,
The monkey thought 'twas all in fun
Pop! Goes the weasel.

A penny for a spool of thread
A penny for a needle,
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! Goes the weasel.

A half a pound of two penny rice,
A half a pound of treacle.
Mix it up and make it nice,
Pop! Goes the weasel.

Up and down the London road,
In and out of the Eagle,
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! Goes the weasel.

I've no time to plead and pine,
I've no time to wheedle,
Kiss me quick and then I'm gone
Pop! Goes the weasel.

sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye
four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie
when the pie was opened the birds began to sing
wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?

the king was in the countinghouse counting out his money
the queen was in the parlor eating bread and honey
the maid was in the garden hanging out her clothes
along came a big black bird and bit off her nose

---

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

Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise

Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free

Black-bird fly
Black-bird fly, into the light of a dark black night

Black-bird fly
Black-bird fly, into the light of a dark black night

Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Paul McCartney, Blackbird

~Meow. Thus spoke the cat.~

the next song on the album with blackbird:

have you seen the little piggies playing in the dirt
and for all the little piggies life is getting worse
always having dirt to play around in

have you seen the bigger piggies in their starched white shirts
you will find the bigger piggies stirring up the dirt
always have clean shirts to play around in

in their sties with all their backing
they don't care what goes on around
in their eyes there's something lacking
what they need's a damn good whacking

everywhere there's lots of piggies living piggie lives
you can see them out for dinner with their piggie wives
clutching forks and knives to eat their bacon

---

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

I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top
I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop
Or better yet a terminator
Like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega

---

Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

BASS!
how low can you go?
death row
what a brother know
once again back is the incredible
rhyme animal
the incredible D
public enemy number one
five oh said FREEZE and i got numb
can i tell em that i really never had a gun
but that's the wax that the terminator X spun
now they got me in a cell
cause my records they sell
cause a brother like me said well
farrakhan's a prophet and i think you oughta listen to
what he can say to you
what you oughta do is follow for now
POWER TO THE PEOPLE
say D make a miracle D pump the lyrical
black is back all in we gonna win
check it out
yeah y'all come on
here we go again

turn it up! bring the noise!
turn it up! bring the noise!

---

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

The D

"Wonderboy"

High above the mucky-muck, castle made of clouds,
There sits Wonderboy, sitting oh so proudly.
Not much to say when you're high above the mucky-muck.
Yeah, yeah.
Wonderboy, what is the secret of your power?
Wonderboy, won't you take me far away from the mucky-muck man?

[spoken]
Now it's time for me to tell you about Young Nastyman,
archrival and nemesis of Wonderboy, with powers comparable to Wonderboy.
What powers you ask? I dunno how 'bout the power of flight?
That do anything for ya? That's levitation, holmes.
How 'bout the power to kill a yak from 200 yards away...
with mind bullets! That's telekinesis, Kyle.
How 'bout the power to move you?

[sung]
History of Wonderboy and Young Nastyman,
Riggah-goo-goo, riggah-goo-goo.
A secret to be told, a gold chest to be bold,
And blasting forth with three-part harmony, yeow!
Wonderboy, what is the secret of your power?
Wonderboy, won't you take me far away from the mucky-muck man?

[spoken]
Well, Wonderboy and Young Nastyman joined forces;
they formed a band the likes of which have never been seen,
and they called themselves Tenacious D. That's right,
[sung]
Me! And KG!
[KG (spoken) That's me.
[sung]
We're now Tenacious D!
Come fly with me, fly!

Wonderboy, what is the secret of your power?
Wonderboy, won't you take me far away from the mucky-muck man,
Oh!
[spoken]
Take my hand!
Young Nastyman, and we'll fly!
Bring out your broadsword.
There's the hydra.
Slice his throat!
And grab his scroat.
You take the high road,
I'll take the low.
There, the crevasse,
Fill it with your mighty juice.

---

Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

Peter Parker was pitiful
Couldn't have been any shyer
Mary Jane still wouldn't notice him
Even if his hair was on fire

But then one day he went to that science lab
That mutated spider came down
Oh, and now Peter crawls over everyone's walls
And he's swingin' all over town

La li la, li de da
La la, li le la da dum

Sling us a web, you're the Spider-Man
Sling us a web tonight
'Cause we're all in the mood for a hero now
And there's evil doers to fight

Now Harry the rich kid's a friend of his
Who horns in on Mary Jane
But to his great surprise it seems she prefers guys
Who can kiss upside down in the rain

"With great power comes great responsibility"
That's the catch phrase of old Uncle Ben
If you missed it, don't worry, they'll say the line
Again and again and again

Oh, la la la, di de da
La la, di di da da dom

Now Norman's a billionare scientist
Who never had time for his son
But then something went screwy and before you knew he
Was trying to kill everyone

And he's ridin' around on that glider thing
And he's throwin' that weird pumpkin bomb
Yes, he's wearin' that dumb Power Rangers mask
But he's scarier without it on

Sling us a web, you're the Spider-Man
Sling us a web tonight
'Cause you're brave and you're strong and so limber now
But where'd you come up with those tights?

It's a pretty sad day at the funeral
Norman Osborn has bitten the dust
And I heard Harry's said he wants Spider-Man dead
Aw, but his buddy Pete he can trust

Oh, and M.J. is all hot for Peter now
Aw, but Peter, he just shuts her down
Mary Jane, don't you cry, you can give it a try
Again when the sequal comes 'round

Oh, la la la, di de da
La la, di di da da dum

Sling us a web, you're the Spider-Man
Sling us a web tonight
'Cause we all sure could use us a hero now
And we think that you'll do all right

---

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

Pumpkin Bomb --> Smashing Pumpkins

The world is a vampire, sent to drain
Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames
And what do I get, for my pain
Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game
Even though I know-I suppose I'll show
All my cool and cold-like old job
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Now I'm naked, nothing but an animal
But can you fake it, for just one more show
And what do you want, I want to change
And what have you got
When you feel the same
Even though I know-I suppose I'll show
All my cool and cold-like old job
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Tell me I'm the only one
Tell me there's no other one
Jesus was the only son
Tell me I'm the chosen one
Jesus was the only son for you
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
And I still believe that I cannot be saved

---

Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

My reflection, dirty mirror
There's no connection to myself
I'm your lover, I'm your zero
I'm in the face of your dreams of glass
So save your prayers
For when we're really gonna need'em
Throw out your cares and fly
Wanna go for a ride?

She's the one for me
She's all I really need
Cause she's the one for me
Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness
And cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me
Intoxicated with the madness, I'm in love with my sadness
Bull  fakers, enchanted kingdoms
The fasion victims chew their charcoal teeth
I never let on, that I was on a sinking ship
I never let on that I was down
You blame yourself, for what you can't ignore
You blame yourself for wanting more
She's the one for me
She's all I really need
She's the one for me
She's my one and only

-Smashing Pumpkins, Zero

~Meow. Thus spoke the cat.~

"the useless drag of another day
the endless drags of a death rock boy
mascara sure and lipstick lost
glitter burned by restless thoughts of being forgotten
and in your sad machines
you'll forever stay "

^_^
[hr width='40%']"Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate,what creates my own madness...
and I am waiting for disaster"