Favorite Lyrics / Poems

[squirrel]

For a price I’d do about anything
Except pull the trigger
For that I’d need a pretty good cause
Then I heard of dr. x
The man with the cure
Just watch the television
Yeah, you’ll see there’s something going on

Got no love for politicians
Or that crazy scene in d.c.
It’s just a power mad town
But the time is ripe for changes
There’s a growing feeling
That taking a chance on a new kind of vision is due

I used to trust the media
To tell me the truth, tell us the truth
But now I’ve seen the payoffs
Everywhere I look
Who do you trust when everyone’s a crook?

Revolution calling
Revolution calling
Revolution calling you
[there’s a] revolution calling
Revolution calling
Gotta make a change
Gotta push, gotta push it on through

I’m tired of all this bull****
They keep selling me on t.v.
About the communist plan
And all the shady preachers
Begging for my cash
Swiss bank accounts while giving their
Secretaries the slam

They’re all in penthouse now
Or playboy magazine, million dollar stories to tell
I guess warhol wasn’t wrong
Fame fifteen minutes long
Everyone’s using everybody, making the sale

I used to think
That only america’s way, way was right
But now the holy dollar rules everybody’s lives
Gotta make a million doesn’t matter who dies

Revolution calling
Revolution calling
Revolution calling you
[there’s a] revolution calling
Revolution calling
Gotta make a change
Gotta push, gotta push it on through

I used to trust the media
To tell me the truth, tell us the truth
But now I’ve seen the payoffs
Everywhere I look
Who do you trust when everyone’s a crook?

Revolution calling
Revolution calling
Revolution calling you
[there’s a] revolution calling
Revolution calling
Gotta make a change
Gotta push, gotta push it on through

[squirrel]

Take the children and yourself
And hide out in the cellar
By now the fighting will be close at hand
Don't believe the church and state
And everything they tell you
Believe in me, I'm with the high command

Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?

There's a gun and ammunition
Just inside the doorway
Use it only in emergency
Better you should pray to God
The Father and the Spirit
Will guide you and protect from up here

Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?

Swear allegiance to the flag
Whatever flag they offer
Never hint at what you really feel
Teach the children quietly
For some day sons and daughters
Will rise up and fight while we stood still

Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?

Can you hear me running (can you hear me calling you?)
(Can you hear me) hear me calling you?
(Can you hear me running) hear me running babe?
(Can you hear me running) hear me running?
Calling you, calling you

[scottinalaska]

Ah, Mike and the Mechanics! Haven't heard them in a long time, Squirell. I guess we all date ourselves when we pull those lyrics out of the closet! I was a Top 40 DJ during that time in the 80's, so for two year period I knew every song and exactly how long they lasted! Like Eddie Murphy's "Party all the Time" lasting a sufferable 7:04. I cut that one down before news all the time!
scottinalaska

[Campy]

wow, that song just brought back a ton of memories!! thanks for making me cry you bastard!!



campy

[squirrel]

Sorry Campy.
It's never too late to get back in touch with those you miss.


I’m sailing away, set an open course for the virgin sea
I’ve got to be free, free to face the life that’s ahead of me
On board, I’m the captain, so climb aboard
We’ll search for tomorrow on every shore
And I’ll try, oh lord, I’ll try to carry on

I look to the sea, reflections in the waves spark my memory
Some happy, some sad
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had
We live happily forever, so the story goes
But somehow we missed out on that pot of gold
But we’ll try best that we can to carry on

A gathering of angels appeared above my head
They sang to me this song of hope, and this is what they said
They said come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me

I thought that they were angels, but to my surprise
They climbed aboard their starship and headed for the skies
Singing come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me

[weishaupt1776]

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes
closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
get older
And in the end you'll pack up, fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer.
And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest that you've
sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw
around
So have a good drown, as you go down, alone
Dragged down by the stone.
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of
this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the
winner
And everythings done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone.

[weishaupt1776]

... "The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every Federation city. I have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated and directed from within! Our books, our music, our work and play are all looked after by the benevolent wisdom of the priests..."
And the meek shall inherit the earth...

We’ve taken care of everything
The words you hear, the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes
It’s one for all, all for one
We work together, common sons
Never need to wonder how or why

We are the priests
Of the temples of syrinx
Our great computers
Fill the hollowed halls
We are the priests
Of the temples of syrinx
All the gifts of life
Are held within our walls

Look around this world we made
Equality our stock in trade
Come and join the brotherhood of man
Oh what a wide contented world
Let the banners be unfurled
Hold the red star proudly high in hand

We are the priests
Of the temples of syrinx
Our great computers
Fill the hollowed halls
We are the priests
Of the temples of syrinx
All the gifts of life
Are held within our walls

[weishaupt1776]

ARTIST: Hooters
TITLE: All You Zombies
Lyrics and Chords


Holy Moses met the Pharaoh
Yeah, he tried to set him straight
Looked him in the eye
"Let my people go"

/ Dm Am C G / Dm Am G - / 1st / F EmC Am - /

Holy Moses on the mountain
High above the golden calf
Went to get the Ten Commandments
Yeah, he's just gonna break 'em in half

{Refrain}
All you zombies hide your faces
All you people in the street
All you sittin' in high places
The pieces gonna fall on you

No one ever spoke to Noah
They all laughed at him instead
Working on his ark
Working all by himself

Only Noah saw it coming
Forty days and forty nights
Took his sons and daughters with him
Yeah, they were the Israelites

{Refrain}
The rain's gonna fall on you

Holy Father, what's the matter
Where have all your children gone
Sitting in the dark
Living all by themselves
You don't have to hide any more

{Refrain, except:}
All you zombies show your faces...
The pieces gonna fall on you

All you zombies show your faces, I know you're out there
All you people in the street, let's see you
All you sittin' in high places
It's all gonna fall on you

[leatherlips]

Here is a poem I wrote a few years ago that I'm sure some will find true while others will find it upsetting.




Thoughts from the unborn

You don't know me for a name I never had. I came here with joy, but I left here quite sad.
As a gift from a Father to make the heart leap. A treasured possession for His children to keep.
But the children were selfish, and to their own thoughts paid heed, so they threw me away, for their own selfish need.
I was perfect in form right from the start, then came the hook that tore out my heart.
Cold were the humans that tore out my soul, and discarded the pieces of the life they had stole.
So I entered your world in small bits and pieces, I was flushed down the toilet like somebody's feces.
No regard did they give as to who I might be, no regard did they give to Him that sent me.
No regard did they give to the life that was lost. No regard did they give to what it would cost.
So no regard will God give when He asks them to pay. No regard will He give to the things that they pray.
No mercy for those who have no regard, for those who so easily other's lives can discard.
Oh they'll scream and holler that it was their choice, but they refused to listen to the Father's great voice.
Who gave them the power to chose wrong or right? What is the source of their spiritual light?
Without knowledge of truth in the way they should go, they must pay the price for the errors they sow.
Will you learn from them and avoid their mistakes? Will you listen to God and the laws that He makes?
Then happiness will fill you and God's love you'll have won, alive with real joy as his daughter or son.
For you are His child and the Father is kind. The thought of aborting you never entered His mind.
All life begins as a small fertile seed, and it grows to fulfill what the Creator decreed.
So give that some thought if you have the choice, listen to the Father and to His son's voice.
They would have loved me with hearts full of joy, as I grew to an adult as your girl or boy.
All of these things are what I'd have said, but I'll never get the chance because I am dead.

[squirrel]

God money I’ll do anything for you.
God money just tell me what you want me to.
God money nail me up against the wall.
God money don’t want everything he wants it all.

No you can’t take it
No you can’t take it
No you can’t take that away from me
No you can’t take it
No you can’t take it
No you can’t take that away from me

Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
I’d rather die than give you control.
Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
I’d rather die than give you control.

Bow down before the one you serve.
You’re going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve.
You’re going to get what you deserve.

God money’s not looking for the cure.
God money’s not concerned with the sick among the pure.
God money let’s go dancing on the backs of the bruised.
God money’s not one to choose
No you can’t take it
No you can’t take it
No you can’t take that away from me
No you can’t take it
No you can’t take it
No you can’t take that away from me

Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
I’d rather die than give you control.
Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
I’d rather die than give you control.

Bow down before the one you serve.
You’re going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve.
You’re going to get what you deserve.

Bow down before the one you serve.
You’re going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve.
You’re going to get what you deserve.

Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
I’d rather die than give you control.
Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
I’d rather die than give you control.

Bow down before the one you serve.
You’re going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve.
You’re going to get what you deserve.

You know who you are.