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24-03-03, 10:11 PM | #21 |
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Drafted Again
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OH NO You're gonna hafta sign fer this, buddy OH NO I know you're in there, ya little sumbitch OH NO Goddam little communist... (weep, weep, weep) I don't wanna get drafted I don't wanna go I don't wanna get drafted PHOOEY! I don't wanna get drafted I don't wanna go I don't wanna get drafted NO-OH-WOH-OH-WOH... Roller skates 'n disco It's a lot of fun I'm too young 'n stupid To operate a gun LaCelia Jackson! Come on down! I DON'T WANNA GET DRAFTED Nancy Butterworth! Come on down! You're the next contestants on SOOOOO WHAT! I DON'T WANNA GET DRAFTED And, but, also... I DON'T WANNA GET DRAFTED A new car! I DON'T WANNA GET DRAFTED But that's not all... My-y-y sister don't wanna get drafted She don't wanna go My sister don't wanna get drafted My-y-y sister don't wanna get drafted She don't wanna go My sister don't wanna get drafted Wars are really ugly They're dirty and they're cold I don't want nobody To shoot me in the fox hole...fox hole Aiieeeeeeeee...shot in the fox hole Aiieeeeeeeee...shot in the fox hole Aiieeeeeeeee...shot in the fox hole Aiieeeeeeeee...shot in the fox hole "Leave my nose alone, please..." Zappa - Drafted Again |
24-03-03, 11:02 PM | #22 |
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Us and Them And after all we're only ordinary men Me, and you God only knows it's not what we would choose to do Forward he cried from the rear and the front rank died And the General sat As the lines on the map moved from side to side Black and Blue And who knows which is which and who is who Up and Down And in the end it's only round and round and round Haven't you heard it's a battle of words the poster bearer cried Listen son, said the man with the gun There's room for you inside Down and Out It can't be helped if there's a lot of it about With, without And who'll deny it's what the fightings all about Get out of the way, it's a busy day And I've got things on my mind For want of the price of tea and a slice The old man died Pink Floyd - Us and Them - Dark Side of the Moon - 1973 |
24-03-03, 11:23 PM | #23 |
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Ah well, that's this world over
Ah well, next one begins Will you smile like any mother As you bathe your brand new twins? Will you sing about the missiles As you dry odd numbered limbs? Ah well, that's this world over Ah well, next one begins Ah well, that's this world over You sadly grin Will you tell them about that far off and mythical land About their leader with the famous face? Will you tell them that the reason nothing ever grows In the garden anymore Because he wanted to win the craziest race That's this world over Will you smile like any father With your children on a Sunday hike? When you get to a sea of rubble And they ask ''What was London like?'' You tell them, ''Ah well, that's the world over'' Will you tell them about that far off and mythical land And how a child to the virgin came? Will you tell them that the reason why we murdered Everything upon the surface of the world So we can stand right up and say we did it in his name? This World Over - XTC |
24-03-03, 11:31 PM | #24 |
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Generals and Majors ah ah
they're never too far from battlefields so glorious out in a world of their own They'll never come down till once again victorious Generals and Majors always seem so unhappy 'less they got a war Generals and Majors ah ah like never before are tired of being actionless. Calling Generals and Majors everywhere Calling your World War III is drawing near Generals and Majors ah ah They're never too far away from men who made the grade out in a world of their own They'll never come down until the battle's lost or made Generals and Majors ah ah like never before, are tired of being in the shade. Generals and Majors - XTC |
25-03-03, 08:02 AM | #25 |
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I read the news today oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade And though the news was rather sad Well I just had to laugh I saw the photograph He blew his mind out in a car He didn't notice that the lights had changed A crowd of people stood and stared They'd seen his face before But nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords I saw a film today oh boy The English Army had just won the war A crowd of people turned away But I just had to look Having read the book I'd love to turn you on Woke up, fell out of bed Dragged a comb across my head Found my way downstairs and drank a cup And looking up I noticed I was late Found my coat and grabbed my hat Made the bus in seconds flat Found my way upstairs and had a smoke Somebody spoke and I went into a dream I read the news today oh boy Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire And though the holes were rather small They had to count them all Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall I'd love to turn you on Beatles - A Day in the Life - Sgt. Pepper's - 1967 |
25-03-03, 08:35 PM | #26 |
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He beats the door and breaks his watch
Raids the fridge and eats the lot No room for silence, pause of thought To ease the hurt inside him They placed a barrel at his head Raging blind and rising Cursed by saints and all the rest He can't stand up for trying Shot through with anger and desire A mouth to feed, a room for hire He drinks goodbyes, the bottle dry Brutalised but smiling Causing casualties by the hour Outweighed by stars And Firepower Causing casualties by the hour Waylayed by stars And Firepower He beats the door and breaks the lock Afraid to sleep he won't let up No room for silence, pause or thought To ease the hurt inside him David Sylvian & Robert Fripp - Firepower - The First Day - 1993 |
25-03-03, 10:36 PM | #27 |
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Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and faith And I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around St. Petersburg When I saw it was a time for a change Killed the czar and his ministers Anastasia screamed in vain I rode a tank Held a general's rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah (whoo whoo, whoo whoo) I watched with glee While your kings and queens Fought for ten decades For the gods they made (whoo whoo) I shouted out, "Who killed the Kennedys?" When after all It was you and me (whoo whoo, whoo whoo) Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached Bombay (whoo whoo, whoo whoo) Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah Oh Yeah (whoo whoo) But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby (whoo whoo, whoo whoo) (whoo whoo) (whoo whoo) (whoo whoo) .......... Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's confusing you Is just the nature of my game (whoo whoo, whoo whoo) Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As heads is tails Just call me Lucifer 'Cause I'm in need of some restraint (whoo whoo, whoo whoo) So if you meet me Have some courtesy Have some sympathy, and some taste (whoo whoo) Use all your well-learned politesse (whoo whoo) Or I'll lay your(woo woo) soul to waste,(whoo whoo), um yeah (whoo whoo) Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, (whoo whoo) um yeah (whoo, whoo) But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down (whoo whoo) (whoo whoo)............ Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah (whoo whoo, whoo whoo) (whoo whoo, whoo whoo)........ Oh yeah! (whoo, whoo) (whoo whoo, whoo, whoo) Tell me baby,(whoo whoo) what's my name Tell me honey,(whoo whoo) can ya guess my name Tell me baby, (whoo whoo) what's my name I tell you one time, (whoo whoo) you're to blame Oh, who (whoo whoo) Woo, who (whoo whoo) Woo, who (whoo whoo) Alright (whoo whoo) Woo, whoo who(whoo whoo) Woo, who, who (whoo whoo) Woo, who, who (whoo whoo) Oh, yeah (whoo whoo) Woo, who, who Woo, who, who Oh yeah, ah whats my name (whoo whoo) Tell me, baby, what's my name (whoo whoo) Tell me, sweetie, what's my name (whoo whoo) Woo, who, who (whoo whoo) Woo, who, who (whoo whoo) Woo, who, who (whoo whoo) Woo, who, who (whoo whoo) Woo, who, who (whoo whoo) Woo, who, who (whoo whoo) Oh, yeah! Whoo whoo Whoo whoo Sympathy For The Devil - Rolling Stones |
26-03-03, 02:46 PM | #28 |
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I WAS ONLY 19 (A WALK IN THE LIGHT GREEN)
John Schumann John's spoken introduction is transcribed from "Caught in the Act" John's intro to the song We've just put out a single called "I Was Only 19" or "A Walk in the Light Green" and, ah, it's a song about two mates of mine who went to Vietnam and came back Agent Orange victims. It's, ah, the title "A Walk in the Light Green" stems from the fact that, when the Australian soldiers in Vietnam were given their missions they looked at the areas that they'd be working in on the map, and if ah, it was sort of dark green on the map, there was cause for some consolation, 'cause dark green meant thick jungle, lots of cover and there were no mines. If they were working in areas that were light green on the map, that meant light jungle, not much cover and heaps of mines. This is a song for Mick and Franky, it's called "A Walk in the Light Green." Mum and Dad and Denny saw the passing-out parade at Puckapunyal It was a long march from cadets. The sixth battalion was the next to tour, and it was me who drew the card. We did Canungra, Shoalwater before we left. And Townsville lined the footpaths as we marched down to the quay This clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean. And there's me in my slouch hat with my SLR and greens. God help me, I was only nineteen. From Vung Tau, riding Chinooks, to the dust at Nui Dat I'd been in and out of choppers now for months. But we made our tents a home, VB and pinups on the lockers And an Asian orange sunset through the scrub. And can you tell me, doctor, why I stil can't get to sleep? And night-time's just a jungle dark and a barking M16? And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means? God help me, I was only ninteen. A four week operation when each step could mean your last one on two legs It was a war within yourself. But you wouldn't let your mates down til they had you dusted off So you closed your eyes and thought about something else. Then someone yelled "Contact!" and the bloke behind me swore We hooked in there for hours, then a Godalmighty roar Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon, God help me, he was going home in June. I can still see Frankie, drinking tinnies in the Grand Hotel On a thirty-six hour rec leave in Vung Tau And I can still hear Frankie, lying screaming in the jungle Til the morphine came and killed the bloody row. And the Anzac legends didn't mention mud and blood and tears And the stories that my father told me never seemed quite real. I caught some pieces in my back that I didn't even feel God help me, I was only nineteen. And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep? And why the Channel Seven chopper chills me to my feet? And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means? God help me, I was only nineteen. |
26-03-03, 03:33 PM | #29 |
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Padded with power here they come
international loan sharks backed by the guns of market hungry military profiteers whose word is a swamp and whose brow is smeared with the blood of the poor. Who rob life of its quality who render rage a necessity by turning countries into labour camps modern slavers in drag as champions of freedom. Sinister cynical instrument who makes the gun into a sacrament-- the only response to the deification of tyranny by so-called "developed" nations' idolatry of ideology. North South East West kill the best and buy the rest. It's just spend a buck to make a buck. You don't give a flying fuck about the people in misery. IMF dirty MF takes away everything it can get always making certain that there's one thing left keep them on the hook with insupportable debt. See the paid-off local bottom feeders passing themselves off as leaders. Kiss the ladies shake hands with the fellows open for business like a cheap bordello and they call it democracy and they call it democracy and they call it democracy and they call it democracy. See the loaded eyes of the children too trying to make the best of it the way kids do. One day you're going to rise from your habitual feast to find yourself staring down the throat of the beast they call the revolution. Call it Democracy - Bruce Cockburn |
26-03-03, 04:26 PM | #30 |
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Black Sabbath - War Pigs
Gen'rals gathered in their masses, Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction, Sorcerer of death's construction In the fields the bodies burning, As the war machine keeps turning Death and hatred to mankind, Poisoning their brainwashed minds Oh Lord Yeah! Politicians hide themselves away They only started the war Why should they go out to fight? They leave thier role to the poor, yeah Time will tell on their power minds, Making war just for fun Treating people just like pawns in chess, Wait 'till their judgement day comes, yeah Now in darkness world stops turning, Ashes where the bodies burning No more War Pigs have the power, And as God has struck the hour Day of judgement, God is calling On their knees the war pigs crawling, Begging mercies for their sins Satan, laughing, spreads his wings Oh Lord Yeah! |
26-03-03, 05:12 PM | #31 |
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Doors-the end
This is the end, Beautiful friend
This is the end, My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I'll never look into your eyes...again Can you picture what will be, So limitless and free Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand In a...desperate land Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain And all the children are insane, All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain, yeah There's danger on the edge of town Ride the King's highway, baby Weird scenes inside the gold mine Ride the highway west, baby Ride the snake, ride the snake To the lake, the ancient lake, baby The snake is long, seven miles Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold The west is the best, The west is the best Get here, and we'll do the rest The blue bus is callin' us, The blue bus is callin' us Driver, where you taken' us The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he Paid a visit to his brother, and then he He walked on down the hall, and And he came to a door...and he looked inside Father, yes son, I want to kill you Mother...I want to...fuck you C'mon baby, take a chance with us X3 And meet me at the back of the blue bus Doin' a blue rock, On a blue bus Doin' a blue rock, C'mon, yeah Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill This is the end, Beautiful friend This is the end, My only friend, the end It hurts to set you free But you'll never follow me The end of laughter and soft lies The end of nights we tried to die This is the end |
26-03-03, 10:23 PM | #32 |
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She says my ass hurts
When I sit down She says my feet hurt When I'm standing around I think my body is as restless as my mind and I don't know if I can Roll with it this time she packed his uniforms and drove him to the base she was crying all the way the world looked her in the face and said, roll with it baby make it your career keep the home fires burning till america is in the clear the mainstream is so polluted with lies once you are wet it's so hard to get dry we are all taught how to justify history as it passes by and yes, it's your world that comes crashing down when the big boys want to throw their weight around but just roll with it baby make it your career keep the home fires burning till america is in the clear but what if the enemy isn't in a distant land what if the enemy lies behind the voice of command the sound of war is a childs cry behind tinted windows they just drive by and all I know is that those that are going to be killed aren't those that preside on capital hill I told him don't fill the front lines of their war those assholes aren't worth dying for but he said roll with it baby make it your career keep the home fires burning till america is in the clear she says my ass hurts when I sit down she says my feet hurt when I'm standing around I think my body is as restless as my mind and I'm not gonna roll with it this time Ani DiFranco - Roll With It - Like I said - 1994 |
26-03-03, 10:41 PM | #33 |
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The Operation Iraqi Freedom Album Hour
Warchild
I'll take you down to that bright city mile there to powder your sweet face and paint on a smile, that will show all of the pleasures and none of the pain, when you join my explosion and play with my games. WarChild dance the days, and dance the nights away. No unconditional surrender; no armistice day each night I'll die in my contentment and lie in your grave. While you bring me water and I give you wine. Let me dance in your tea-cup and you shall swim in mine. WarChild dance the days, and dance the nights away. Open your windows and I'll walk through your doors. Let me live in your country let me sleep by your shores. WarChild dance the days, and dance the nights away. Queen And Country The wind is on the river and the tide has turned too late, so we're sailing for another shore where some other ladies wait. To throw us silken whispers: catch us by the anchor chains, but we all laugh so politely and we sail on just the same for Queen and Country in the long dying day, And it's been this way for five long years, since we signed our souls away. We bring back gold and ivory; rings of diamonds; strings of pearls make presents to the government so they can have their social whirl with Queen and Country in the long dying day. And it's been this way for five long years since we signed our souls away. They build schools and they build factories with the spoils of battles won. And we remain their pretty sailor boys hold our heads up to the gun. Of Queen and Country in the long dying day. And it's been this way for five long years since we signed our souls away. To Queen and Country in the long dying day. And it's been this way for five long years since we signed our souls away. Ladies Ladies of leisure, with their eyes on the back roads. All looking for strangers, to whom they extend welcomes With a smile and a glimpse of pink knees and elbows; Of satin and velvet good ladies, good fortune. Ladies. They sing of their heroes: of solitary soldiers Invested in good health and manner most charming. Whose favors are numbered (none the less well intended) By hours in a minute; by those ladies who bless them. Ladies. Back-Door Angels In and out of the front door, ran twelve back-door angels. Their hair was a golden-brown they didn't see me wink my eye. 'Tis said they put we men to sleep with just a whisper, And touch the heads of dying dogs and make them linger. They carry their candles high and they light the dark hours. And sweep all the country clean with pressed and scented wild-flowers. They grow all their roses red, and paint our skies blue drop one penny in every second bowl make half the beggars lose, why do the faithful have such a will to believe in something? And call it the name they choose, having chosen nothing. Think I'll sit down and invent some fool some Grand Court Jester. And next time the die is cast, he'll throw a six or two. In and out of the back-door ran one front-door angel, Her hair was a golden-brown she smiled and I think she winked her eye. SeaLion Over the mountains, and under the sky riding dirty gray horses, go you and I. Mating with chance, copulating with mirth the sad-glad paymasters (for what it's worth). The ice-cream castles are refrigerated; the super-marketeers are on parade. There's a golden handshake hanging round your neck, as you light your cigarette on the burning deck. And you balance your world on the tip of your nose like a SeaLion with a ball, at the carnival. You wear a shiny skin and a funny hat the Almighty Animal Trainer lets it go at that. You bark ever-so-slightly at the Trainer's gun, with you whiskers melting in the noon-day sun. You flip and you flop under the Big White Top where the long-legged ring-mistress starts and stops. But you know, after all, the act is wearing thin as the crowd grows uneasy and the boos begin. But you balance your world on the tip of your nose you're a SeaLion with a ball at the carnival. Just a trace of pride upon our fixed grins for there is no business like the show we're in. There is no reason, no rhyme, no right to leave the circus 'til we've said good-night. The same performance, in the same old way; it's the same old story to this Passion Play. So we'll shoot the moon, and hope to call the tune and make no pin cushion of this big balloon. Look how we balance the world on the tips of our noses, like SeaLions with a ball at the carnival. Skating Away On The Thin Ice Of The New Day Meanwhile back in the year One, when you belonged to no-one, you didn't stand a chance son, if your pants were undone. 'Cause you were bred for humanity and sold to society one day you'll wake up in the Present Day a million generations removed from expectations of being who you really want to be. Skating away, skating away, skating away on the thin ice of the New Day. So as you push off from the shore, won't you turn your head once more and make your peace with everyone? For those who choose to stay, will live just one more day to do the things they should have done. And as you cross the wilderness, spinning in your emptiness: you feel you have to pray. Looking for a sign that the Universal Mind has written you into the Passion Play. Skating away, skating away, skating away on the thin ice of the New Day. And as you cross the circle line, the ice-wall creaks behind you're a rabbit on the run. And the silver splinters fly in the corner of your eye shining in the setting sun. Well, do you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real and in the present tense? Or that everybody's on the stage, and it seems like you're the only person sitting in the audience? Skating away, skating away, skating away on the thin ice of the New Day. Bungle in the Jungle Walking through forests of palm tree apartments scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents down by the waterhole drunk every Friday eating their nuts saving their raisins for Sunday. Lions and tigers who wait in the shadows they're fast but they're lazy, and sleep in green meadows. Let's bungle in the jungle well, that's all right by me. I'm a tiger when I want love, but I'm a snake if we disagree. Just say a word and the boys will be right there: with claws at your back to send a chill through the night air. Is it so frightening to have me at your shoulder? Thunder and lightning couldn't be bolder. I'll write on your tombstone, ``I thank you for dinner.'' This game that we animals play is a winner. Let's bungle in the jungle well, that's all right by me. I'm a tiger when I want love, but I'm a snake if we disagree. The rivers are full of crocodile nasties and He who made kittens put snakes in the grass. He's a lover of life but a player of pawns yes, the King on His sunset lies waiting for dawn to light up His Jungle as play is resumed. The monkeys seem willing to strike up the tune. Only Solitaire Brain-storming habit-forming battle-warning weary winsome actor spewing spineless chilling lines --- the critics falling over to tell themselves he's boring and really not an awful lot of fun. Well who the hell can he be when he's never had V.D., and he doesn't even sit on toilet seats? Court-jesting, never-resting he must be very cunning to assume an air of dignity and bless us all with his oratory prowess, his lame-brained antics and his jumping in the air. And every night his act's the same and so it must be all a game of chess he's playing ``But you're wrong, George: you see, it's only solitaire.'' The Third Hoorah Hoorah! WarChild, dance the days and nights away sweet child, how do you do today? When your back's to the wall, and your luck is your all, then side with whoever you may. Seek that which within lies waiting to begin the fight of your life that is everyday. Dance with the WarChild Hoorah. WarChild, dance the days and nights away sweet child, how do you do today? In the heart of your heart, there's the tiniest part of an urge to live to the death with a sword on your hip and a cry on your lips to strike life in the inner child's breast. Dance with the WarChild Hoorah. WarChild, dance the days and nights away sweet child, how do you do today? Two Fingers I'll see you at the Weighing-In, when your life's sum-total's made and you set your wealth in Godly deeds against the sins you've laid. And you place your final burden on your hard-pressed next of kin: Send the chamber-pot back down the line to be filled up again. And the hard-headed miracle worker who bathes his hands in blood, Will welcome you to the final nod and cover you with mud. And he'll say, ``You really should make the deal,'' as he offers round the hat. ``You'd better lick two fingers clean He'll thank you all for that.'' As you slip on the greasy platform, and you land upon your back, You make a wish and you wipe your nose upon the railway track. While the high-strung locomotive, with furnace burning bright, Lumbers on you wave goodbye and the sparks fade into night. And as you join the Good Ship Earth, and you mingle with the dust you'd better leave your underpants with someone you can trust. And when the Old Man with the telescope cuts the final strand you'd better lick two fingers clean, before you shake his hand. Jethro Tull - Warchild -1974 |
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A floydian War medley
Another Brick In The Wall, Part I 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 what d'ya leave behind for me All in all it was just a brick in the wall All in all it was just bricks in the wall Mother Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb Mother do you think they'll like this song Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls Mother should I build the wall Mother should I run for president Mother should I trust the government Mother will they put me in the firing line Oooh is it just a waste of time Hush now baby, baby don't you cry Mama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing She won't let you fly but she might let you sing Mama's will keep baby cozy and warm Oooh babe Oooh babe Oooh babe of course Mama's gonna help build the wall Mother do you think she's good enough? For me Mother do you think she's dangerous? Tell me Mother will she tear your little boy apart? Ooooh Mother will she break my heart? Hush now baby, baby don't you cry Mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you Mama won't let anyone dirty get through Mama's gonna wait up until you get in Mama will always find out where you've been Mama's gonna keep baby healthy and clean Oooh babe Oooh babe Oooh babe, you'll always be a baby to me Mother, did it need to be so high Goobye Blue Sky Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs Did, did, did, did you ever wonder Why we had to run for shelter When the promise of a brave new world Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs The flames are all long gone But the pain lingers on Goodbye Blue Sky Goodbye Blue Sky Goodbye Goodbye Bring The Boys Back Home Bring the boys back home Bring the boys back home Don't leave the children on their own, own, own Bring the boys back home Waiting For The Worms Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall Waiting for the worms, worms to come In perfect isolation here behind my wall Waiting for the worms, worms to come Waiting, to cut out the deadwood Waiting to clean up the city Waiting to follow the worms Waiting to put on a black shirt Waiting to weed out the weaklings Waiting to smash in their windows And kick in their doors Waiting for the final solution To strengthen the strain Waiting to follow the worms Waiting to turn on the showers And fire the ovens Waiting for the queens and the coons And the reds and the jews Waiting to follow the worms Would you like to see Britannia Rule again my friend All you have to do is follow the worms Would you like to send our coloured cousins Home again my friend All you need to do is follow the worms Stop Stop I wanna go home Take off this uniform And leave the show And I'm waiting in this cell Because I have to know Have I been guilty all this time the gunners dream floating down through the clouds memories come rushing up to meet me now in the space between the heavens and in the corner of some foreign field i had a dream i had a dream goodbye max goodbye ma after the service when you're walking slowly to the car and the silver in her hair shines in the cold november air you hear the tolling bell and touch the silk in your lapel and as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band you take her frail hand and hold on to the dream a place to stay enough to eat somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street where you can speak out loud about your doubts and fears and what's more no-one ever disappears you never hear their standard issue kicking in your door you can relax on both sides of the tracks and maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control and everyone has recourse to the law and no-one kills the children anymore and no-one kills the children anymore night after night going round and round my brain his dream is driving me insane in the corner of some foreign field the gunner sleeps tonight what's done is done we cannot just write off his final scene take heed of the dream take heed Corporal Clegg Corporal Clegg had a wooden leg He won it in the war In nineteen forty four Corporal Clegg had a medal too In orange, red and blue He found it in the zoo Dear oh dear, oh are they really sad for me? Dear oh dear, oh will they really laugh at me? Missus Clegg, you must be proud of him Missus Clegg, another drop of gin? Corporal Clegg, umbrella in the rain He's never been the same No one is to blame Corporal Clegg received his medal in a dream From her Majesty the Queen His boots were very clean Missus Clegg, you must be proud of him Missus Clegg, another drop of gin? |
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Trouble Every Day
Well I'm about to get sick From watchin' my TV Been checkin' out the news Until my eyeballs fail to see I mean to say that every day Is just another rotten mess And when it's gonna change, my friends Is anybody's guess So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin' Hopin' for the best Even think I'll go to prayin' Every time I hear 'em sayin' That there's no way to delay That trouble comin' every day No way to delay That trouble comin' every day Wednesday I watched the riot... I seen the cops out on the street Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff And chokin' in the heat Listened to reports About the whisky passin' 'round Seen the smoke & fire And the market burnin' down Watched while everybody On his street would take a turn To stomp and smash and bash and crash And slash and bust and burn And I'm watchin' and I'm waitin' Hopin' for the best Even think I'll go to prayin' Every time I hear 'em sayin' That there's no way to delay That trouble comin' every day No way to delay That trouble comin' every day Well you can cool it, You can heat it... 'Cause, baby, I don't need it... Take your TV tube and eat it 'N all that phony stuff on sports 'N all the unconfirmed reports You know I watched that rotten box Until my head began to hurt From checkin' out the way The newsmen say they get the dirt Before the guys on channel so-and-so And further they assert That any show they'll interrupt To bring you news if it comes up They say that if the place blows up They'll be the first to tell Because the boys they got downtown Are workin' hard and doin' swell, And if anybody gets the news Before it hits the street, They say that no one blabs it faster Their coverage can't be beat And if another woman driver Gets machine-gunned from her seat They'll send some joker with a brownie And you'll see it all complete So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin' Hopin' for the best Even think I'll go to prayin' Every time I hear 'em sayin' That there's no way to delay That trouble comin' every day No way to delay That trouble comin' every day Hey you know something people I'm not black But there's a whole lots a times I wish I could say I'm not white Well, I seen the fires burnin' And the local people turnin' On the merchants and the shops Who used to sell their brooms and mops And every other household item Watched the mob just turn and bite 'em And they say it served 'em right Because a few of them are white, And it's the same across the nation Black & white discrimination They're yellin' "You can't understand me!" And all the other crap they hand me In the papers and TV 'N all that mass stupidity That seems to grow more every day Each time you hear some nitwit say He wants to go and do you in Because the color of your skin Just don't appeal to him (No matter if it's black or white) Because he's out for blood tonight You know we gotta sit around at home And watch this thing begin But I bet there won't be many left To see it really end 'Cause the fire in the street Ain't like the fire in my heart And in the eyes of all these people Don't you know that this could start On any street in any town In any state if any clown Decides that now's the time to fight For some ideal he thinks is right And if a million more agree There ain't no great society As it applies to you and me Our country isn't free And the law refuses to see If all that you can ever be Is just a lousy janitor Unless your uncle owns a store You know that five in every four Just one amount and nothin' more Don't watch the rats go across the floor And make up songs about being poor Blow you harmonica son! |
27-03-03, 03:55 AM | #36 |
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Welcome Back, Iraqi TV
I am gross and perverted
I'm obsessed 'n deranged I have existed for years But very little has changed I'm the tool of the Government And industry too For I am destined to rule And regulate you I may be vile and pernicious But you can't look away I make you think I'm delicious With the stuff that I say I'm the best you can get Have you guessed me yet? I'm the slime oozin' out From your TV set You will obey me while I lead you And eat the garbage that I feed you Until the day that we don't need you Don't go for help . . . no one will heed you Your mind is totally controlled It has been stuffed into my mold And you will do as you are told Until the rights to you are sold That's right, folks . . . Don't touch that dial Well, I am the slime from your video Oozin' along on your livin' room floor I am the slime from your video Can't stop the slime, people, lookit me go I am the slime from your video Oozin' along on your livin' room floor I am the slime from your video Can't stop the slime, people, lookit me go F. X. Zappa - I am the Slime - Overnite Sensation - 1973 |
27-03-03, 06:54 AM | #37 |
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We care a lot
We care a lot We care a lot about disasters, fires, floods and killer bees We care a lot about the NASA shuttle falling in the sea about starvation and the food that Live Aid bought about disease, baby, Rock Hudson, Rock Yeah! We care a lot We care a lot We care a lot about the gamblers and the pushers and the freaks about the people who live off the street about the welfare of all the boys and girls about you people cause we're out to save the world Yeah! And it's a dirty job but someone's got to do it! We care a lot about the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines about the NY, SF, and LAPD about you people, about your guns about the wars you're fighting gee, that looks like fun We care a lot about the Cabbage Patch, The Smurfs, and DMC about Madonna and we cop for Mr.T about the little things, the bigger things we top about you people, yeah, you bet we care a lot faith no more - 1985 |
27-03-03, 02:53 PM | #38 |
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Watch out now, take care
................. Beware Of falling swingers .........Dropping all around you ......The pain that often mingles In your fingertips ................. Beware of darkness Watch out now, take care ................. Beware Of the thoughts that linger .........Winding up inside your head ......The hopelessness around you In the dead of night ................. Beware of sadness It can hit you It can hurt you Make you sore and what is more That is not what you are here for Watch out now, take care ................. Beware Of soft shoe shufflers .........Yeah they're dancing down the sidewalks ......As each unconscious sufferer Wanders aimlessly ................. Beware of Maya Watch out now, take care ................. Beware Of greedy leaders .........They take you where you should not go ......While weeping Atlas Cedars They just want to grow, grow and grow ................. Beware of darkness George Harrison (w/Leon Russell) - The Concert for Bangladesh - 1971 |
27-03-03, 03:18 PM | #39 |
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That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane -
Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world serves its own needs, regardless of your own needs. Feed it up a knock, speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height, down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population, common group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine. Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning, blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle, light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh, this means no fear - cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine. The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mount St. Edelite. Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic, slam, but neck, right? Right. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...fine... (It's time I had some time alone) It's The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine) – R.E.M. |
27-03-03, 04:08 PM | #40 |
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•RELIEF• You can't make mother cry You can't make her twist her ragged hair You can't make mother groan Even when her soldier sonny Shakes his iron cocktail in the air You can't make mother cry You can't make her give consent Though she flounders at the drainboard Though her back be down there and bent If sleeping brings relief She can go lie down and slumber Slumber She puts her hands down into the sink Scrapes the grunge up off the bottom Down there beneath the dishes Where the knives lie crossed and waiting. She can't stop the kiddies talking Their tongues be loosed upon the world They flap until they lather For the agony of millions And if sleeping brings relief They can go lie down and slumber Slumber And there'll be no release from anguish For this slapstick generation And there be no peace for all the kiddies 'Cause they're all too satisfied to care And the field of gorgeous bodies Primed and ready in the sun And the white flag of peace That is hanging Limp and useless in the air Limp and useless Yeah And if sleeping brings relief You can all go lie down and slumber And if sleeping brings relief You can go lie down and slumber Slumber •INSIDE A FIREBALL• Hey everybody - can't you hear me call? I'm standing in a the street inside a fireball Tomorrow's in the future - death is in the cradle We're all day dreaming at the breakfast table Down Main Street with the dust in my lungs The blisters on my shoulder - the end has just begun I'm swimming in the heat when the rads his my tongue The remnants of my children are having too much fun Inside a fireball Inside a fireball There's a big copper digger in the middle of town The birds are on his head - the rags are hanging down The grip on the grenade in his broken hand As loose as the union's on the hot red sand Inside a fireball Inside a fireball We will not die and it is no crime You take the whole world upon your shoulder For the very last time Well I blasted my way through the barrier range I ripped up the ground but nothing has changed Bromide, sulphide, oxide, slag We're cleaning out the can with an oily rag I'll live on the dole or I'll die in the dust If they turn up the shift then strike we must The company's here but the money's all gone But I'm still digging, I'm still strong! Inside a fireball Inside a fireball Hey everybody, can't ya hear me call? I'm standing in the street inside a fireball Tomorrow's in the future - the oil is in the cradle You're all chin waggin' around the conference table!!! Inside a fireball Inside a fireball We, we will not die And it is, it is no crime You take the whole world upon your shoulders For the very last, for the very last time •LIVING DAYLIGHT• I've been a life time running Lookin' over my shoulder Everyone along the way Was tryin' to calm me down I was almost a believer I thought my time had come To sit down and behave myself I thought the old man had won Out in the living daylight Out in the living daylight Into the living daylight Out in the living daylight Well I've been all around the world I've seen poverty and war The whole thing is still out there And it's too small to ignore I might die tomorrow Or I might live another year But I make out I'm gonna go forever Things are pickin' up around here Now my feet won't touch the ground As the years go by Give me a simple explanation Cause all I wanna do is fly Into the living daylight Into the living daylight Out in the living daylight Out in the living daylight Here comes the living daylight Here comes the great outside Like a morning bird on the barbed wire fence It will not be denied So now I remember What I feel is what I know I'm goin' round the long way again That's not too far to go! Out in the living daylight Out in the living daylight There I was in the middle of nothing With red hot nothing all around I got down upon my knees Put my lips and kissed the ground Out in the living daylight •JANUARY RAIN• They say everything that rises Will be brought down And anyone who's anybody Is getting out of town The high heels of the long weekend Clatter in the street below Somebody got pinned again Underneath my window The crowd roars on the wind I call out your name They're keepin' score on the radio But it all sounds the same You never build too high In January Rain You never build too high In January Rain Punters on the platform Stagger throughout the yellow light Force the door and slash the seats We're all goin' home tonight Up and down the nature strip The Sunday drinkers ride Faith is flowin' down the Esplanade Drip tray and lemon tide They say it's perfect one day That's when it's raining again Crouched upon the ocean It's the city that I live in You never build too high In January Rain You never build too high In January Rain Hunters & Collectors (all songs from) Human Frailty - 1987 |
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