AKA Earworm Central. "Keptin! They put creaturesin our bodies!"--Chekov
If you're gonna have a folder about beer, you gotta have some tunes.
My life flows on in endless song
above earth's lamentation.
I hear the real, through far-off hymn
that hails a new creation.
Through all the tumult and the
strife I hear that music ringing.
It sounds an echo in my soul, how
can I keep from singing?
if i were perfect i'd be done
if i were human we'd be one
if i were happy i'd have fun
if i'm just whining is this art?
if i don't stop i won't have to start
if it's all a movie i'm just playing my part
how long can i keep this body?
can i trade it in when i'm done?
for another one just like the other one
want to give it another run
if i weren't frozen i'd be alive
if i start walking i'll arrive
if i get tired i might ride
if i don't die i will survive
if i survive i might just thrive
if i can thrive then i can fly
how long can i keep this body?
can i trade it in in the end?
for something completely different
want to begin again
if there's no pain is there still gain?
if i'm not crazy am i sane?
if everything goes down the drain
if it's not hell then is this heaven?
if i'm not there well where am i then?
if i can bring my dog i'll be happy
How long have i had this body?
can i trade it in when i'm done?
for a spirit or a drop in the ocean
on a planet 'round a purple sun
if i were perfect i'd be done
Happy and I'm smiling,
walk a mile to drink your water.
You know I'd love to love you,
and above you there's no other.
We'll go walking out
while others shout of war's disaster.
Oh, we won't give in,
let's go living in the past.
Once I used to join in
every boy and girl was my friend.
Now there's revolution, but they don't know
what they're fighting.
Let us close out eyes;
outside their lives go on much faster.
Oh, we won't give in,
we'll keep living in the past.
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 bullshit
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
there's colors on the street
red white and blue
people shufflin' their feet
people sleepin' in their shoes
there's a warning sign on the road ahead
there's a lot of people sayin' we'd be better off dead
don't feel like Satan but I am to them
so I try to forget it anyway I can
keep on rockin' in the free world
keep on rockin' in the free world
keep on rockin' in the free world
keep on rockin' in the free world
I see a woman in the night
with a baby in her hand
under an old street light
near a garbage can
now she's put the kid away and she's gone to get a hit
she hates her life and what she's done to it
there's one more kid that'll never go to school
never get to fall in love
never get to be cool
keep on rockin' in the free world
keep on rockin' in the free world
keep on rockin' in the free world
keep on rockin' in the free world
we got a thousand points of light
for the homeless man
we got a kinder gentler machine gun hand
we got department stores and toilet paper
got styrofoam boxes for the ozone layer
got a man of the people says "keep hope alive"
got fuel to burn
got roads to drive
keep on rockin' in the free world
keep on rockin' in the free world
keep on rockin' in the free world
keep on rockin' in the free world
Neil! Yay!
I was digging the Queensryche.
Well yeah, but I didn't want to toot my own horn. Plus, I don't know that Queensryche would appreciate a happy little "Yay!" They're a little too serious for that. ;)
Which is why I wasn't "yay"ing but "digging", ya see.
<giggles>
You're so much smarter than I.
No just hipper.
Definitely hippier.
<grins>
ohhh.
also, tagline.
Neil must always have a yay.
yay! Neil!
It’s hard to tell you how I feel without hurting you
So try to think about yourself the way that I see you
Your life revolves around a force of oppression
And I won’t deal with true blue devils of correction
Chorus:
Got no flowers for your gun, no hippy chick
Won’t make love to change your mind, no hippy chick
No hippy chick, no hip hip hip hip hip
Today we’ll sit here drinking coffee in your incident room
Tonight you’ll close the door and lock me in that bare bulb gloom
Love it ain’t something riding on a motorbike
And love, I stopped loving you since the miner’s strike
Chorus
It’s hard
It’s hard
It’s hard
It’s hard
No hippy chick
No hip hip hip hip hip
No hippy chick
No hip hip hip hip hip
No hippy chick
No hip hip hip hip hip
No hippy chick
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
did you see the frightened ones?
did you hear the falling bombs?
did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter
when the promise of a brave new world unfurled
beneath the clear blue
sky?
did you see the frightened ones?
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
You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you'll say
When you get home
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone?"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations
You've been with the professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read
It's well known
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word "NOW"
And you say, "For what reason?"
And he says, "How?"
And you say, "What does this mean?"
And he screams back, "You're a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin' around
You should be made
To wear earphones
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Who is Mr. Jones?
I can hear the turning of the key
I've been deceived by the clown inside of me.
I thought that he was righteous but he's vain
Oh, something's a-telling me I wear the ball and chain.
My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost
He's always off somewhere when I need him most.
The Spanish moon is rising on the hill
But my heart is a-tellin' me I love ya still.
I come back to the town from the flaming moon
I see you in the streets, I begin to swoon.
I love to see you dress before the mirror
Won't you let me in your room one time 'fore I finally disappear?
Everybody's wearing a disguise
To hide what they've got left behind their eyes.
But me, I can't cover what I am
Wherever the children go I'll follow them.
I march in the parade of liberty
But as long as I love you I'm not free.
How long must I suffer such abuse
Won't you let me see you smile one time before I turn you loose?
I've given up the game, I've got to leave,
The pot of gold is only make-believe.
The treasure can't be found by men who search
Whose gods are dead and whose queens are in the church.
We sat in an empty theater and we kissed,
I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list.
My head tells me it's time to make a change
But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.
One more time at midnight, near the wall
Take off your heavy make-up and your shawl.
Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?
Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it.
I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this
yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-
haired flamenco dancer
She dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautiful
So come dance this silence down through the morning
Cut up, Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
I want to be someone who believes
Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."
Smiling in the bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely
I will paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful
Gray is my favorite color
I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play
Mr. Jones and me look into the future
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you.
I don't think so. She's looking at me."
Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a gray guitar
When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely
I want to be a lion
Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all want to be big big stars, but we got different
reasons for that
Believe in me because I don't believe in anything
and I want to be someone to believe
Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio
Yeah we stare at the beautiful women
"She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be
somebody for me."
I want to be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more
funky
When everybody loves you, son, that's just about as
funky as you can be
Mr. Jones and me staring at the video
when I look at the television, I want to see me staring
right back at me
We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why
and we don't know how
But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just
about as happy as I can be
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars...
I simply adore the first Counting Crows cd.
Whenever I sing that song, I sing it in the most annoyingly whiny voice I can muster.
I got something to say
I killed your baby today
Doesn't matter much to me
As long as it's dead
I got something to say
I raped your mother today
And it doesn't matter much to me
As long as she's spread
Ooh lovely dead, just waiting for your breath
Cold sweet death, one last caress
Ooh lovely dead, just waiting for your breath
Cold sweet death, one last caress
I got something to say
I killed your baby today
And it doesn't matter much to me
As long as it's dead
Ooh lovely dead, just waiting for your breath
Cold sweet death, one last caress
Last caress today, yo-o-o-oh, yooo, oh
Here in this place lies the key to your death - Touch it, see it (ooh)
Here in this place is the means to your end - Touch it, feel it
Green hell
You did your best as someone could
I bet you never knew you would
And did you run away from me
I bet you thought you really could
We're gonna burn in hell - Green hell
Like every hell but kind of green - Green hell, green hell
Try let me get back up there - Green hell, green hell
Feel it burning in your cereal - Green hell, green hell
Throw your fucking friends inside - Green hell, green hell
Gotta fucking pay and you must stay - Green hell
Cannot refill the torch of death - Green hell, green hell
Hell is reigning in your blood - Green hell, green hell
Gotta burn it all
Green hell
You did your best as someone could
I bet you never knew you would
And did you run away from me
I bet you thought you really could
Here in this place lies the key to your death - Touch it, see it (ooh)
Here in this place is your world that ended - Touch it, feel it
Green hell
You did your best as someone could
I bet you never knew you would
And did you run away from me
I bet you thought you really could
You've come to this as someone told
I bet you never knew you would
Gonna bring green hell
Green hell
<bangs head>
Well the coal-black sea waits for me-me-me
The coal-black sea waits forever
The waves hit the shore, crying more-more-more
But the coal-black sea waits forever
The tornados come up the coast they run
Hurricanes rip the sky forever
Through the weathers change, the sea remains the same
The coal-black sea waits forever
There are ashes split through collective guilt
People rest at sea forever
Since they burnt you up, collect you in a cup
For you the coal-black sea has no terror
Will your ashes float like some foreign boat
Or will they sink absorbed forever
Will the atlantic coast, have its final boast
Nothing else contained you ever
Now the coal-black sea waits for me-me-me
The coal-black sea waits forever
When i leave this joint at some further point
The same coal-black sea will it be waiting
Inspired, I'm gonna mention, over in the Files, a couple odd and un-PC things Neil Young said to me when I interviewed him.
(haven't forgotten those Young remarks -- just got distracted...)
Need Your Love So Bad
(Little Willie John)
Need someone's hand
to lead me through the night.
Need someone's arms
to hold and squeeze me tight.
'Cause when the night begins,
I'm at an end,
because I need your love so bad.
Need some lips
to feel next to mine.
Need someone to stand up
and tell me when I'm lyin'.
When the lights are low,
and it's time to go,
that's when I need your love so bad.
Why don't you give it up,
bring it on home to me,
or write it on a piece of paper, darlin',
so it can be read to me.
Tell me that you love me
and stop driving me mad,
beacause I, I need your love so bad.
Need your soft voice,
talk to me at night.
Don't want you to worry baby,
'cause I know we can make everything allright.
Listen to my plea baby,
bring it home to me,
because I need your love so bad
(Don't see too many casual references to illiteracy any more...)
Love to hear the Young comments if you get a chance, Doc.
Sorry
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like sorry like sorry
Forgive me
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like forgive me forgive me
But you can say baby
Baby can I hold you tonight
Maybe if I told you the right words
At the right time you'd be mine
I love you
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like I love you I love you
But you can say baby
Baby can I hold you tonight
Maybe if I told you the right words
At the right time you'd be mine
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay
My, oh my what a wonderful day!
Plenty of sunshine heading my way
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay
Mister Bluebird on my shoulder
It's the truth, it's actch'll
Ev'rything is satisfactch'll
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay
Wonderful feeling, wonderful day!
if I could wave my magic wand...
I am made from the dust of the stars
and the oceans flow in my veins
here I hide in the heart of the city
like a stranger coming out of the rain
the evening plane rises up from the runway
over constellations of light
I look down into a million houses
and wonder what you're doing tonight
if I could wave my magic wand
I'd make everything all right
I'm not one to believe in magic
But I sometimes have a second-sight
I'm not one with a sense of proportion
When my heart still changes overnight
I had a dream of a winter garden
a midnight rendezvous
silver, blue, and frozen silence
what a fool I was for you
I had a dream of the open water
I was swimming away out to sea
so deep I could never touch bottom
what a fool I used to be
if I could wave my magic wand
I'd set everybody free
I'm not one to believe in magic
Though my memory has a second-sight
I'm not one to go pointing my finger
When I radiate more heat than light
don't ask me
I'm just improvising
my illusion of careless flight
can't you see
my temperature's rising
I radiate more heat than light
don't ask me
I'm just sympathizing
my illusions a harmless flight
can't you see
my temperature's rising
I radiate more heat than light
heh heh, heh heh, he said wand...
when I think of those east end lights, muggy nights
the curtains drawn in the little room downstairs
prima donna lord you really should have been there
sittin' like a princess perched in her electric chair
and it's one more beer and I don't hear you anymore
we've all gone crazy lately
my friends out there rollin' round the basement floor
and someone saved my life tonight sugar bear
you almost had your hooks in me didn't you dear
you nearly had me roped and tied
altar-bound, hypnotized
sweet freedom whispered in my ear
you're a butterfly
and butterflies are free to fly
fly away, high away, bye bye
I never realized the passing hours of evening showers
a slip noose hangin' in my darkest dreams
I'm strangled by your haunted social scene
just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen
it's four o'clock in the morning
damn it listen to me good
I'm sleepin' with myself tonight
saved in time, thank god my music's still alive
and I would have walked head on into the deep end of the river
clinging to your stocks and bonds
payin' your HP demands forever
they're coming in the morning with a truck to take me home
someone saved my life tonight
someone saved my life tonight
someone saved my life tonight
so save your strength and run the field you play alone
Wow. I never really listened to those words before.
I've listened to it four times now today.
edit: make that five.
Hmmm. How come?
</ignorant male>
heh. now it's stuck in my head and I'm singing it. in the kitchen, at the top of my lungs. butterflies are free to fly, fly away, high away, bye bye...and so the kid yells "what'd you say about my mama? my mama's a butterfly and PROUD OF IT, yo!"
The title track's my co-favorite on the album, along with "Someone Saved". ("Better Off Dead" is good, too.)
While little Dirt Cowboys turned brown in their saddles
Sweet chocolate biscuits and red rosy apples in summer
For it's hay make and "Hey mom, do the papers say anything good.
Are there chances in life for little Dirt Cowboys
Should I make my way out of my home in the woods"
I'm obsessed right now.
SO glad I went on my spree the other day.
Spree? I don't remember hearing about any spree....
Spree
"I got yer spree lyrics right here"
My mammy told me "Isabelle, now don't stay out too late
One day they'll throw you out of school so get yourself a steady date"
But Georgie meets me every night, we go out and we have a bite
Eyes of blue and money too, he's a-rattling the garden gate
And I can hardly wait
(Chorus)
When Georgie's on a spree
All the girls are jealous of me
'Cos I'm the one he spends his money on
He'll spend it one-two-three
Driving in his Chevrolet, I'm perfect company
He's the king and I'm his queen
When Georgie's on a spree
We don't see bad company, we mix it with the best
Rubbing shoulders with the rich and no time for a rest
When I see something that I need, my Georgie buys the street for me
When we've tired of the Ritz, he's got a little nest
We'll put him to the test
(Chorus)
One day Georgie hung his head and sadly he did say
"Little girl, I'm leaving you, I have to go away
But I'll be back in a week or two and I'll be thinking just of you
Sit beside your telephone until that lucky day
When I come home to stay"
(Chorus)
He's the king and I'm his queen
When Georgie's on a spree
SPREE!!!
When jenniferb's on a spree
she buys a lots of CDeee's
and also some DV Deeees.......
really, terry? I'm in synch with the whole world today!
hee hee hee!
vd nee dd!
Really truly. You might even be in sync with the entire universe! Congratulations!
Frankie say Relax!
They put a parking lot on a piece of land
When the supermarket used to stand.
Before that they put up a bowling alley
On the site that used to be the local palais.
That's where the big bands used to come and play.
My sister went there on a Saturday.
Come dancing,
All her boyfriends used to come and call.
Why not come dancing, it's only natural?
Another Saturday, another date.
She would be ready but she's always make them wait.
In the hallway, in anticipation,
He didn't know the night would end up in frustration.
He'd end up blowing all his wages for the week
All for a cuddle and a peck on the cheek.
Come dancing,
That's how they did it when I was just a kid,
And when they said come dancing,
My sister always did.
My sister should have come in a midnight,
And my mum would always sit up and wait.
It always ended up in a big row
When my sister used to get home late.
Out of my window I can see them in the moonlight,
Two silhouettes saying goodnight by the garden gate.
The day they knocked down the palais
My sister stood and cried.
The day they knocked down the palais
Part of my childhood died, just died.
Now I'm grown up and playing in a band,
And there's a car park where the palais used to stand.
My sister's married and she lives on an estate.
Her daughters go out, now it's her turn to wait.
She knows they get away with things she never could,
But if I asked her I wonder if she would,
Come dancing,
Come on sister, have yourself a ball.
Don't be afraid to come dancing,
It's only natural.
Come dancing,
Just like the palais on a Saturday.
And all her friends will come dancing
Where the big bands used to play.
May 03, 2004
They are not worthy
I've been having a heap of technical difficulties today, one of those Woody Allen moments when all my electrical appliances are conspiring to do me harm. So I haven't been able to get up the next couple of posts about the Joe Wilson book. In the meantime, a friend has sent me the following list, the top 20 guitar riffs of all time as voted by the readers of Total Guitar magazine, which judging by the list, is a euphemism for Totally Don't Have a Clue magazine. How you could leave out, say, Jumpin' Jack Flash or even Kashmir is a bit beyond my aging rock ape ability to comprehend:
GUNS N' ROSES - "Sweet Child O' Mine"
NIRVANA - "Smells Like Teen Spirit"
LED ZEPPELIN - "Whole Lotta Love"
DEEP PURPLE - "Smoke On The Water"
METALLICA - "Enter Sandman"
DEREK & THE DOMINOES - "Layla"
METALLICA - "Master Of Puppets"
AC/DC - "Back In Black"
JIMI HENDRIX - "Voodoo Child"
BLACK SABBATH - "Paranoid"
OZZY OSBOURNE - "Crazy Train"
FREE - "All Right Now"
MUSE - "Plug In Baby"
LED ZEPPELIN - "Black Dog"
VAN HALEN - "Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love"
AEROSMITH - "Walk This Way"
CREAM - "Sunshine Of Your Love"
QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE - "No One Knows"
GUNS N' ROSES - "Paradise City"
RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE - "Killing In The Name"
I mean, honestly, two Metallica riffs and none by the Stones?? And how does any Deep Purple fan vote for Smoke on the Water ahead of either Black Night or My Woman from Tokyo, not to mention Mistreated?
I'm going back to my angry appliances.
Sounds like this guy wants to have a list entirely composed of "riffs that any dope can play in the guitar shop to try and impress people."
But, if you're gonna include the Stones in there, the riff needs to be the opening to "Start Me Up" in my opinion.
Man, there are just so many great riff heavy songs out there - it is interesting to see what the readership of a Total Guitar magazine votes for, isn't it?
My vote would have to include one of Joe Walsh's early songs, Funk #49 maybe.