K-TEL presents War Enhancing Moods, Vol. I

[greedy_lars]

Registered mail...special delivery
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

[Ramona_A_Stone]

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

[JackSpratts]

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

[JackSpratts]

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

[Ramona_A_Stone]

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

[Ramona_A_Stone]

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

[JackSpratts]

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

[Wenchie]

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.

[JackSpratts]

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

[floydian slip]

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!

[multi]

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

[Ramona_A_Stone]

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

[Ramona_A_Stone]

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

[floydian slip]

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?

[floydian slip]

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!

[Ramona_A_Stone]

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

[Shani]

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

[Ramona_A_Stone]

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

[JackSpratts]

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.

[Ramona_A_Stone]

•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