[boead]

hold me down
i am floating away
into the overcast skies
over my home town
on election day

what is it about birmingham?
what is it about buffalo?
did the hate filled wanna build bunkers
in your beautiful red earth
they want to build them
in our shiny white snow

now i've drawn closed the curtain
in this little booth where the truth has no place
to stand
and i am feeling oh so powerless
in this stupid booth with this useless
little lever in my hand
and outside my city is bracing
for the next killing thing
standing by the bridge and praying
for the next doctor
martin
luther
king

it was just one shot
through the kitchen window
it was just two miles from here
if you fly like a crow
a bullet came to visit a doctor
in his one safe place
a bullet ensuring the right to life
whizzed past his kid and his wife
and knocked his glasses
right off of his face

and the blood poured off the pulpit
yeah the blood poured down the picket lines
yeah, the hatred was immediate
and the vengence was divine
so they went and stuffed god
down the barrel of a gun
and after him
they stuffed his only son

hello birmingham
it's buffalo
i heard you had some trouble
down there again
and i'm just calling to let to know
that someone understands

i was once escorted
through the doors of a clinic
by a man in a bulletproof vest
and no bombs went off that day
so i am still here to say
birmingham
i'm wishing you all of my best
oh birmingham
i'm wishing you all of my best
oh birmingham
i'm wishing you all of my best
on this election day



~ Ani DiFranco - Hello Birmingham

[boead]

Well, first of all,
I couldn't even see his face.
I couldn't see his face.
He was holding a gun in his hand.
Umm... I was thinking...
This is a dangerous place..
This is a dangerous place..
 
I said, "I'm nervous as hell from this stuff.
I thought those guys were going to kill me for sure.
They ganged up on me like that.
I couldn't believe it.
Look, I'm still shakin'.
Weird.
There out in the streets like that.
It's a dangerous place.
It's a dangerous place."
 
So, suddenly, these two guys appear in front of me.
They stopped.
Real aggressive.
Start at me, you know.
"What's that?" "What's that on that tape?"
What do you got there?"
I said, "huh?"
They said, "What are you talking into that for?"
I said, "It's just a tape, you know"
"Well play it for me"
I said "oh, no"
I put it off as long as I could.
And finally they turned it on, you know
They grabbed it from me.
Took it away from me.
Turned it on.
And it said, "He held a gun in his hand. This is a dangerous place."
They said, "What dangerous place?" "What gun?" "You're a policeman!"
And the deeper I talked, the worse I got into it.
I talked, I told him... I said, "Look man, I'm not talkin'...."
It went on forever.
Anyway, I finally unbuttoned my shirt, and said,
"look, look... I'm in this band, you know, I'm in this band you know,
and we're makin' a recording, you know.
It's about New York City, it's about crime in the streets..."
The explanation was going nowhere, but,
Finally, they just kinda let me go, I don't know why.
So I walk around the corner,
and I'm like shakin' like a leaf,
and I thought, "This is a dangerous place"
 
Who should appear, but two policeman.
 
 
~King Crimson - Thela Hun Ginjeet

[boead]

White people are so scared of black people. 
They bulldoze out to the country, and put up houses on little loop-d-loop streets. 
And while America gets its heart cut right out of its chest
The Berlin wall still runs down main street separating east side from west. 
 
And nothing is stirring, not even a mouse
in the boarded up stores and the broken down houses
So they hang colorful banners off all the street lamps 
Just to prove they got no manners, no mercy, and no sense. 
 
And I wonder then what it will take for my city to rise. 
First we admit our mistakes and then we open our eyes. 
The ghost of old buildings are haunting parking lots 
in the city of good neighbors that history forgot. 
 
I remember the first time I saw someone lying on the cold street
I thought, I can't just walk past you, this can't just be true. 
But I learned by example to just keep moving my feet. 
It's amazing the things that we all learn to do. 
 
So we're led by denial like lambs to the slaughter
Serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water 
and the old farmroad's a four-lane 
That leads to the mall and my dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall
 
And I wonder then what it will take for my country to rise. 
First we admit our mistakes and then we open our eyes.
'til nation's last taker succumbs to one last dumb decision 
And America the beautiful is just one big subdivision.
 
~Ani DiFranco – Subdivision 

[boead]

Well, they'll stone you when you're trying to be so good
They'll stone you just like they said they would
They'll stone you when you're trying to go home
And they'll stone you when you're there all alone
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned
 
Well, they'll stone you when you're at the breakfast table
They'll stone you when you are young and able
They'll stone you when you're riding in your car
And they'll stone you when you're playing your guitar
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned
 
Well, they'll stone you when you're walking on the street
They'll stone you when you're tryin' to keep your seat
They'll stone you when you're tryin' to make a buck
Then they'll stone you and then they'll say "good luck"
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned
 
Well, they'll stone you when you're at the breakfast table
They'll stone you when you are young and able
They'll stone you and they'll say that you are brave
They'll stone you when you're sent down in your grave
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned
 
 
~Bob Dylan - Rainy Day Women

[boead]

I feel a sudden urge to sing the kind of ditty that invokes the Spring 
So, control your desire to curse while I crucify the verse 
This verse I've started seems to me the "Tin Pan-tithesis" of melody 
So to spare you all the pain, I'll skip the darn thing and sing the refrain 
 
The night is young, the skies are clear 
And if you want to go walkin', dear 
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely 
 
I understand the reason why 
You're sentimental, 'cause so am I 
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely 
 
You can tell at a glance what a swell night this is for romance 
You can hear, dear Mother Nature murmuring low "Let yourself go" 
 
So please be sweet, my chickadee 
And when I kiss ya, just say to me 
"It's delightful, it's delicious, it's delectable, it's delirious, 
It's dilemma, it's de limit, it's deluxe, it's de-lovely" 
 
You can tell at a glance what a swell night this is for romance 
You can hear dear Mother Nature murmuring low "Let yourself go" 
 
So please be sweet, my chickadee 
And when I kiss ya, just say to me 
"It's delightful, it's delicious, it's delectable, it's delirious, 
It's dilemma, it's de limit, it's deluxe, it's de-lovely" 
 
 
~Cole Porter - It's De Lovely

[boead]

Just curious what message(s) you're trying to get accross?

Thanks

none.

[Joules]

...and to continue with Thela Hun Ginjeet

... AND I DID !   

[boead]

...and to continue with Thela Hun Ginjeet

... AND I DID !   

I do remember one thing.
It took hours and hours but..
by the time I was done with it,
I was so involved, I didn't know what to think.
I carried it around with me for days and days..
playing little games
like not looking at it for a whole day
and then.. looking at it.
to see if I still liked it.


I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat..
The more I look at it,
the more I like it.
I do think it's good.
The fact is..
no matter how closely I study it,
no matter how I take it apart,
no matter how I break it down,
It remains consistant.
I wish you were here to see it.

I like it.

[boead]

Talk, it's only talk
Arguments, agreements, advice, answers,
Articulate announcements
It's only talk

Talk, it's only talk
Babble, burble, banter, bicker bicker bicker
Brouhaha, boulderdash, ballyhoo
It's only talk
Back talk

Talk talk talk, it's only talk
Comments, cliches, commentary, controversy
Chatter, chit-chat, chit-chat, chit-chat,
Conversation, contradiction, criticism
It's only talk
Cheap talk

Talk, talk, it's only talk
Debates, discussions
These are words with a D this time
Dialogue, dualogue, diatribe,
Dissention, declamation
Double talk, double talk

Talk, talk, it's all talk
Too much talk
Small talk
Talk that trash
Expressions, editorials, expugnations, exclamations, enfadulations
It's all talk
Elephant talk, elephant talk, elephant talk

~King Crimson - Elephant Talk

 

[robert1325]

 

The Clientele - Losing haringey

In those days there was a kind of feeling of pushing out of the front door, into the pale exhaust fume park by broad water pond where the grubby road eventually leads to end field. Turkish supermarkets after chicken restaurants after spare pawnshop, everything in my life felt like it was coming to a mysterious close.
I could hardly walk to the end of the street without feeling there was no way to go except back. The dates I had that summer count to nothing, my job was a dead end and the rain check was killing me a little more each month. It seemed unlikely that anything could hold much longer. The only question left to ask was what would happen after everything familiar collapsed, but for now the sun was stretched between me and that moment. It was ferociously hot and the equality became so bad that by the evening the noise of nearby trains stuttered in and fix and storks, distorted through the shifting end. As I lay in my room I can hear my neighbors discussing the world kemp and opening beers in their gardens on the other side someone was singing an Arabic prayer through the thin wall I had no money for the pub so I decided to go for a walk. I found myself wandering aimlessly to the west past the terrace of chicken and bomb shops and long dreads near the tube station. I crossed the street and headed into virgin territory, I had never been this way before grabble Dutch houses alternative with square 60s offices and the white pavements angulated with cracks and litter. I walked in wall because there was nothing else for me to do and by the breeze the light began to fade. The mouth of an avenue led me to the verge of a long greasy A road that rose up in the far distance with symmetrical terraces falling steeply down and up again from a distant railway station. There were 4 benches to my right indispurced with those strange bushes that grow in the area. These blossoms are so pale yellow they seem translucent almost spectral and suddenly tired, I sat down. I held my head in my hands, feeling like shit but a sudden breeze escaped from the terraces and for a moment I lost my thoughts and its unexpected glooms. I looked up and I realized I was sitting in a photograph. I remember clearly this photograph was taken by my mother in 1982 outside our front garden in Hampshire, it was slightly underexposed I was still sitting in the bench but the colors and the plains of the road and the horizon had become the photo but I looked hard and I could see the lines of the window ledge in the original photograph were now composed by a tree branch and the silhouetted edge of a grass barge, the sheens the flash on the window was replicated by gunfire smoke drifting infinitely testify slowly from behind the fence my sisters face had been dimly visible behind the window and yes there were pale stars far off to the west that traced out the lines of a toddlers eyes and mouth. When I look back at this there?s nothing to grasp, no starting point, I was inside an underexposed photo from 1982 but I was also sitting on a bench in Haringey, strangest of all was the feeling of 1982, dizzy illogical as if none of the intervening disasters and wrong turns had happened yet. I felt guilty and inconsolably sad. I felt the instinctive tug back, to school; the memory of shopping malls, cooking, driving in my mothers car, all gone, gone forever. I just sat there for awhile, I was so tired that I didn?t bother trying to work out what was going on. I was happy just to sit in the photo while it was lasted which wasn?t long anyway. The light faded, the wind caught the smoke, the stars dimmed under the glare of the streetlamps. I got up and walked away from the spot of little benches and an oncoming of Garish kids. Our bus was rumbling to my rescue down that hill with a great big fire Alexandra palace on its front and I realized I did want to drink after

[PhilNYC]

sha na na na, na na na na, sha na na na na

Autumn turns to winter and then winter turns to spring,
its not just the seasons you know its goes for everything.
clouds can turn to rain and then it just might snow
You gotta take lesson from mother nature and if you do you'll know.

[chorus]
When its time to change
then its time to change
move by the time come along for the ride, dont you see
when its time to change you've got to rearrange
move your heart to what you're gonna  be.
sha na na na na na na sha na na na na na

day by day its hard to see the changes you've been through
a little bit of living a little bit of growing all adds up to you
every boys a man inside
a girls a women too
and if you wanna reach your destiny its what you've got to do

[chorus]
When its time to change
when its time to change
move by the time come along for the ride, dont you see
when its time to change you've got to rearrange
move your heart to what you're gonna be.
sha na na na na na na na, sha na na na na na

[chorus]
Well its time to change
when its time to change you've got to rearrange
move your heart to what your gonna be.
sha na na na na na na na, sha na na na na

[boead]

It's like, i don't care about nothing man
Roll another blunt
 
I was gonna clean my room, until I got high
I was gonna get up and find a broom, but then I got high
My room is still messed up, and I know why.
(why man, yeaheh)
'Cause I got high, because I got high, because I got high.
 
I was gonna go to class, before I got high.
(c'mon y'all, check it out uh)
I could have cheated and I could have passed, but I got high.
I'm taking it next semester, and I know why.
(why man, yeaheh)
'Cause I got high, because I got high, because I got high.
 
(Go to the next, go to the next, go to the next, bucooc)
 
I was gonna go to work, but then I got high.
I just got a new promotion, but I got high.
Now I'm selling dope, and I know why,
(why man, yeaheh)
'Cause I got high, because I got high, because I got high.
 
I was gonna go to court, before I got high.
I was gonna pay my child support, but then I got high.
(no you wouldn't)
They took my whole paycheck and I know why,
(why man, yeaheh)
'Cause I got high, because I got high, because I got high.
 
I wasn't gonna run from the cops, but I was high.
(uh, i'm serious man)
I was gonna pull right over and stop, but I was high.
Now I'm a paraplegic, and I know why,
(why man, yeaheh)
'Cause I got high, because I got high, because I got high
 
I was gonna pay my car and note, until I got high.
(say what, say what)
I wasn't gonna gamble on the boat, but then I got high.
Now the tow truck's pulling away, and I know why,
(why man, yeaheh)
'Cause I got high, because I got high, because I got high.
 
I was gonna make love to you, but then I got high.
(oooh, i'm serious)
I was gonna eat your girl thingy too, but then I got high.
Now I'm jerking off, and I know why,
(turn this shit up, yeaheh)
'Cause I got high, because I got high, because I got high
 
(go, go, go)
 
I messed up my entire life, because I got high.
I lost my kids and wife, because I got high.
(say what, say what, say what, say what)
Now I'm sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why,
(why man, yeaheh)
'Cause I got high, because I got high, because I got high.
 
I'ma stop singing this song, because I'm high.
(present tense, uh, baby, oh)
I'm singing this whole thing wrong, because I'm high.
(bring it back, bring it back, uh)
And if I don't sell one copy, I know why,
(why man, yeaheh)
'Cause I'm high, 'cause I'm high, 'cause I'm high.
 
((Afroman going crazy))
 
Say what, say what, oh,
'Cause I'm high, 'cause I'm high, 'cause I'm high.
 
Well my name is Afroman, and I'm from East Palm Dale.
(East Palm Dale)
And all the tumbleweed I be smoking is bomb as hell.
(excellent delivery)
I don't believe in hitler, that's what I say.
(oh my goodness)
So all of you skins(skins), please give me more head.
 
Mother f**ken
Bucooc
Afro-mother f**ken-m-a-n
a-e-i-o-u
(a-e-i-o-u)
And sometimes -w-
We're gonna sell none of these mother f**kin albums.
Let's go back to marshall durban and hang some mo' chicken,
'Cuz f**k it.
 
f**k THE CORPORATE WORLD
BIAATCH
 
 
~Afro Man - I Got High

[Joules]

Words by neil peart and peter talbot,
Music by geddy lee and alex lifeson

And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones to start
To mould a new reality
Closer to the heart

The blacksmith and the artist
Reflect it in their art
Forge their creativity
Closer to the heart

Philosophers and ploughmen
Each must know his part
To sow a new mentality
Closer to the heart

You can be the captain
I will draw the chart
Sailing into destiny
Closer to the heart

[Joules]

The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams.

Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.

Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
And laugh.
But I fear tomorrow Ill be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow Ill be crying.

Epitaph - King Crimson

[ZLS]

Bessie Smith (The Empress of the Blues)

1. Up in Black Mountain a child will slap your face
    All the babies cry for whiskey, all the birds sing bass-Black Mountain Blues
2. If I choose to Cabaret on Saturday, and go to Church on Sunday
    Tain't nobodies business if I do-Tain't Nobodies Business If I do
3.  And if I ever get hold of a dollar again
     I'm goin' squeeze it until that Eagle grins-Nobody knows you when your down and out.

[Imperial]

Elvis "I'll remember you"

I'll remember you
Long after this endless summer has gone
I'll be lonely oh so lonely
Living only to remember you


I'll remember too
Your voice as soft as the warm summer breeze
Your sweet laughter, mornings after
Ever after, I'll remember you

To your arms someday I'll return to stay
Till then I will remember too
Every bright start we made wishes upon
Love me always, promise always
Oooh, you'll remember too

I'll remember you

[boead]

They were digging a new foudation in manhattan 
And they discovered a slave cemetary there 
May their souls rest easy 
Now that lynching is frowned upon 
And we’ve moved on to the electric chair 
And I wonder who’s gonna be president, tweedle dum or tweedle dummer?   
And who’s gonna have the big blockbuster box office this summer?   
Howabout we put up a wall between houses and the highway 
And you can go your way , and I can go my way
 
Except all the radios agree with all the TVs 
And all the magazines agree with all the radios 
And I keep hearing that same damn song everywhere I go 
Maybe I should put a bucket over my head 
And a marshmallow in each ear 
And stumble around for another dumb- dumb waiting for another hit song to appear 
 
People used to make records 
As in a record of an event 
The event of people playing music in a room 
Now everything is cross-marketing 
Its about sunglasses and shoes or guns and drugs 
You choose 
We got it rehashed 
We got it half-assed 
We’re digging up all the graves 
And we’re spitting on the past 
And you can choose between the colors of the lipstick on the whores 
Cause we know the difference between the font of 20% more 
and the font of teriakiyi 
You tell me 
How does it...make you feel?   
 
You tell me 
What’s ...real?   
And they say that alcoholics are always alcoholics 
Even when they’re as dry as my lips for years 
Even when they’re stranded on a small desert island 
With no place within 2,000 miles to buy beer 
And I wonder 
Is he different?   
Is he different?   
Has he changed? what’s he about? ... 
Or is he just a liar with nothing to lie about?   
 
Am I headed for the same brick wall 
Is there anything I can do
about anything at all?   
Except go back to that corner in manhattan 
And dig deeper, dig deeper this time 
Down beneath the impossible pain of our history 
Beneath unknown bones 
Beneath the bedrock of the mystery 
Beneath the sewage systems and the path drain 
Beneath the cobblestones and the water mains 
Beneath the traffic of friendships and street deals 
Beneath the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels 
Beneath everything I can think of to think about 
Beneath it all, beneath all get out 
Beneath the good and the kind and the stupid and the cruel 
There’s a fire just waiting for fuel 
 
There’s a fire just waiting for fuel
 
~Ani Difranco - Fuel

[boead]

All that you touch
And all that you see
All that you taste
All you feel
And all that you love
And all that you hate
All you distrust
All you save
And all that you give
And all that you deal
And all that you buy
Beg, borrow or steal
And all you create
And all you destroy
And all that you do
And all that you say
And all that you eat
And everyone you meet
And all that you slight
And everyone you fight
And all that is now
And all that is gone
And all that's to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon

[Joules]

...There is no dark side of the moon really ... As a matter of fact it's all dark...

[boead]

Goin' home, late last night
Suddenly I got a fright
Yeah I looked through a window and surprised what I saw
A fairy with boots and dancin' with a dwarf,

All right now!

Yeah, fairies wear boots and you gotta believe me
Yeah I saw it, I saw it, I tell you no lies
Yeah Fairies wear boots and you gotta believe me
I saw it, I saw it with my own two eyes,

Oh all right now!

Yeah, fairies wear boots and you gotta believe me
Yeah I saw it, I saw it, I tell you no lies
Yeah Fairies wear boots and you gotta believe me
I saw it, I saw it with my own two eyes,

All right now!

So I went to the doctor
See what he could give me
He said Son, son, you've gone too far.
'Cause smokin' and trippin' is all that you do.


Black Sabbath - Fairies Wear Boots