one song

[lizish]

 

John Belushi - the Broken Family Band

 

Don

[jenbobblehead]

one sunday mornin

you're acting crazy

your eyes they looked foreign

you're out by the daisies

one sunday mornin

you're acting crazy again

 

you smoked with a grin

you were huffin profusely

you spit in the wind

then tried to seduce me

one sunday mornin

you're acting crazy my friend

 

a love letter set on fire

a tire swing in a tree

and if you can't lean on delilah

you can lean, you can lean on me

 

one sunday mornin

you're acting crazy

we went out for breakfast

and you tried to save me

one sunday mornin

you acted crazy again

 

you chewed first then spit

you were folding your pancakes

you licked your lips for a bit

and fingered yourself with mayonaise

one sunday mornin

some sunday mornin

one sunday mornin

you're acting crazy again

 

a love letter set on fire

a tire swing from a tree

but in this crazy world

you can lean, you can lean on me

[lizish]

Broken Family Band - Living in Sin.

 

I had to make a choice

Between good and evil to be with you

And I don

[Analogman]

Winter's people watching

As I sail from season's four

To join some crazy ladies

In a game upon the shore

None of them with broken wings

But still refuse to fly

So with sweetness on my lips

I smile a last goodbye

 

And now I spend my life

On the velvet side of hell

Aimlessly here searching

For what I cannot tell

The quietness is terrible

It's more than I can stand

But thousands now stand cheering

As my blood flows in the sand

 

Spoken: You're not the child

You thought you were

You wake up in the night

And know you're blind

And yet they keep on pushing

Trying the insides of your mind

Forever, forever arresting to control

Until the emptiness of heaven welcomes your weary soul

 

Rise up with the new dawn's early morning

Feel the sunshine warm upon your face

Tomorrow's come a long, long way to help you

Yes, it's your saving grace

 

Every day, every way

Tomorrow, it's your saving grace

Well, now got no time to worry

Cause I've got no time to hurry

Baby, it's your saving grace

Now don't you lay those blames on me

Don't you play those games on me

Cause baby it's your saving grace

You got to need a little lovin'

Now baby it's your saving grace

Hey, I feel alright

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Your saving grace

Ah, hey, hey, hey

Your saving grace

La la la la la la la la....

Oh baby, it's your saving grace

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

People sometimes forget these guys did some pretty interesting work after Bryan Wilson went nuts and AWOL

 

 

Sailed an ocean, unsettled ocean

Through restful waters and deep commotion

Often frightened, unenlightened

Sail on, sail on sailor

 

I wrest the waters, fight Neptune's waters

Sail through the sorrows of life's marauders

Unrepenting, often empty

Sail on, sail on sailor

 

Caught like a sewer rat alone but I sail

Bought like a crust of bread, but oh do I wail

 

Seldom stumble, never crumble

Try to tumble, life's a rumble

Feel the stinging I've been given

Never ending, unrelenting

Heartbreak searing, always fearing

Never caring, persevering

Sail on, sail on, sailor

 

I work the seaways, the gale-swept seaways

Past shipwrecked daughters of wicked waters

Uninspired, drenched and tired

Wail on, wail on, sailor

 

Always needing, even bleeding

Never feeding all my feelings

Damn the thunder, must I blunder

There's no wonder all I'm under

Stop the crying and the lying

And the sighing and my dying

 

Sail on, sail on sailor

Sail on, sail on sailor

Sail on, sail on sailor

Sail on, sail on sailor

[embiggen]

A you've been makin' your brags around town

That you've been a lovin' my man

But the man I love, when he picks up trash

He puts it in a garbage can

And that's what a you look like to me

And what I see's a pity

Close your face and stay outta my way

If ya don't wanna go to fist city

If ya don't wanna go to fist city

Ya better detour around my town

'Cause I'll grab you by the hair a the head

And I'll lift a you off a the ground

I'm not a sayin' my baby's a saint 'cause he ain't

N' that he won't cat around with a kitty

I'm here to tell ya gal to lay offa my man

If ya don't wanna go to fist city

Come on and tell me what you told my friends

If you think you're brave enough

And I'll show you what a real woman is

Since you think you're hot stuff

You'll bite off more than you can chew

If you get to cute or witty

You better move your feet

If you don't wanna eat

A meal that's called fist city

If you don't wanna go to fist city

You better detour around my town

'Cause I'll grab you by the hair a the head

And I'll lift you offa the ground

I'm not a sayin' my baby's a saint 'cause he ain't

N' that he won't cat around with a kitty

I'm here to tell ya gal to lay offa my man

If ya don't wanna go to fist city

I'm here to tell ya gal to lay offa my man

If ya don't wanna go to fist city

[kathyp]

Shared a cigarette for breakfast,

Shared an airplane ride for lunch.

Sitting in between a ghost,

And a walking bowl of punch.

 

Can you play a little hunch?

 

Predicting a delay in landing.

Well I predict we'll have a drink.

Lost my money on the first hand,

Got burned on a big fat king.

 

And your ears are gonna ring.

And your eyes just won't close.

Nothing changes I suppose.

 

It's too late to turn back here we go!

Portland, oh no.

It's too late to turn back here we go!

Portland, oh no.

 

We'll wait away the raindrops.

Look out boy you'll catch cold.

Serving boy can chain nothing,

That ain't anchored to his throne.

 

But at least he's going home.

 

Sitting like a backwoods junky,

Caught down in a servant trust.

Look at the funny monkey,

Putting silver in his cup.

 

And your silver turns to rust.

And your second hand clothes.

Trust no one I suppose.

 

It's too late to turn back here we go!

Portland, oh no.

It's too late to turn back here we go!

Portland, oh no.

 

Shared a cigarette for breakfast,

Shared a pack of lies for lunch.

Credit card almighty,

Bringing in the next little bunch.

 

And you owe me on a hunch.

And your eyes just won't close.

And nothing changes I suppose.

 

It's too late to turn back here we go!

Portland, oh no.

It's too late to turn back here we go!

Portland, oh no.

[Guest Speed Racer]

Baby won't you take this magnet

Maybe put my picture back on the fridge

I must've been crazy to let you get away like you did

Like a brown bird nesting in a Texas casern

I got a point of view

 

And the kicker is that

I'm getting back

Into getting back

Into you

 

I guess over time we became ducks

I never seemed to see you much

Then the world turned and got away

We fell out of touch

 

I've been working at the airport bar

It's like Christmas in a submarine

Wings and brandy on a winter's night

I guess you wouldn't call it a scene

 

Now my ex-wife's living in the suburbs with her guru and her mom

Now she finds her consolation in the stardust of a barn

You can call it a spinoff, say it's a knockoff, title it part two

 

But I'm getting back

Into getting back

Into getting back into you

[Dude]

They were hiding behind hay bales,

They were planting

in the full moon

They had given all they had

for something new

But the light of day was on them,

They could see the thrashers coming

And the water

shone like diamonds in the dew.

 

And I was just getting up,

hit the road before it's light

Trying to catch an hour on the sun

When I saw

those thrashers rolling by,

Looking more than two lanes wide

I was feelin'

like my day had just begun.

 

Where the eagle glides ascending

There's an ancient river bending

Down the timeless gorge of changes

Where sleeplessness awaits

I searched out my companions,

Who were lost in crystal canyons

When the aimless blade of science

Slashed the pearly gates.

 

It was then I knew I'd had enough,

Burned my credit card for fuel

Headed out to where the pavement

turns to sand

With a one-way ticket

to the land of truth

And my suitcase in my hand

How I lost my friends

I still don't understand.

 

They had the best selection,

They were poisoned with protection

There was nothing that they needed,

Nothing left to find

They were lost in rock formations

Or became park bench mutations

On the sidewalks

and in the stations

They were waiting, waiting.

 

So I got bored and left them there,

They were just deadweight to me

Better down the road

without that load

Brings back the time

when I was eight or nine

I was watchin' my mama's T.V.,

It was that great

Grand Canyon rescue episode.

 

Where the vulture glides descending

On an asphalt highway bending,

Thru libraries and museums,

galaxies and stars.

Down the windy halls of friendship,

To the rose clipped by the bullwhip,

The motel of lost companions,

Waits with heated pool and bar.

 

But me I'm not stopping there,

Got my own row left to hoe

Just another line

in the field of time

When the thrasher comes,

I'll be stuck in the sun

Like the dinosaurs in shrines

But I'll know the time has come

To give what's mine.

[Mr. Heartbreak]

There's a man walking round the island with a snake cane

He picked it up in Thailand from a hurricane

And you know he's not gonna go there

He's been one time too long

Now all the games are gone

 

The younger boys are drowning in a shallow sea

The night belongs to snipers in palm trees

And their sabres flashed like lightning

In the charge of the last brigade

They must have been afraid

 

Soldiers have their sorrow

The wretched have their rage

Pray for the aged

It's the dawn of another age

 

The blood's running down the blackboard on Pine Street

The convicts shake the cages of a bad dream

And they'll coach you in the classroom that it cannot happen here

But it has happened here

 

The cockroach cops are crawling on battle ground

The shields are in the shadows, it's a college town

And they'll teach you law and order

If you dare to raise your hand

Spare the club and spoil the man

 

Soldiers have their sorrow

The wretched have their rage

Pray for the aged

It's the dawn of another age

 

Thomas Paine and Jesse James are old friends

And Robin Hood is riding on the road again

We were born in a revolution and we died in a wasted war

It's gone that way before

 

The dogs are chasing chicken bones across the lawn

If that was an election, I'm a Viet Cong

So I pledge allegiance against the flag

And the claw for which it stands

Pledge allegiance to the land

 

Soldiers have their sorrow

The wretched have their rage

Pray for the aged

It's the dawn of another age

[Analogman]

Excuse me please as I wipe a tear

Away from an eye that sees theres nothing left to trust

Finding that their minds are grey

And theres no sorrow in the world thats left to trust.

 

Sitting on top of a white cloud

Looking round for someone there to trust

Changing your mind as you go through time

You grasp at straws,

There are written laws that say you must

 

With tired eyes you follow the man

That has in his hand a banner that says dust to dust

Finding that his minds gone wrong

And theres no sorrow in the world thats left to trust.

 

Sitting on top of that white cloud

Looking round for someone there to trust

Youre changing your mind as you go

Through a time

You grasp at straws

But there are written laws that say you must.

 

Going away in the morning

Youre seen walking.

Were going away, away

Going away.

As the sun was rising

Youre seen walking.

Shes going away, away

Going away.

 

Excuse me please as I wipe a tear

Away from an eye that sees theres nothing left to trust

Finding that their minds are grey

And theres no sorrow in the world thats left to trust.

 

Sitting on top of that white cloud

Looking for someone there to trust

Changing your mind as you go through time

You grasp at straws

But there are written laws that say you must.

[bobbob1313]

One man come in the name of love

One man come and go

One come he to justify

One man to overthrow

 

In the name of love

What more in the name of love

In the name of love

What more in the name of love

 

One man caught on a barbed wire fence

One man he resist

One man washed on an empty beach.

One man betrayed with a kiss

 

In the name of love

What more in the name of love

In the name of love

What more in the name of love

 

 

Early morning, April 4

Shot rings out in the Memphis sky

Free at last, they took your life

They could not take your pride

 

In the name of love

What more in the name of love

In the name of love

What more in the name of love

In the name of love

What more in the name of love...

[Fritz]

Oh my baby baby I love you more than I can tell

I dont think I can live without you

And I know that I never will

Oh my baby baby I want you so it scares me to death

I cant say anymore than I love you

Everything else is a waste of breath

I want you

Youve had your fun you dont get well no more

I want you

Your fingernails go dragging down the wall

Be careful darling you might fall

I want you

I woke up and one of us was crying

I want you

You said young man I do believe youre dying

I want you

If you need a second opinion as you seem to do these days

You can look in my eyes and you can count the ways

I want you

Did you mean to tell me but seem to forget

I want you

Since when were you so generous and inarticulate

I want you

Its the stupid details that my heart is breaking for

Its the way your shoulders shake and what theyre shaking for

Its knowing that he knows you now after only guessing

I want you

Its the thought of him undressing you or you undressing

I want you

He tossed some tatty compliment your way

I want you

And you were fool enough to love it when he said

I want you

I want you

The truth cant hurt you its just like the dark

It scares you witless

But in time you see things clear and stark

I want you

Go on and hurt me then well let it drop

I want you

Im afraid I wont know where to stop

I want you

Im not ashamed to say I cried for you

I want you

I want to know the things you did that we do too

I want you

I want to hear he pleases you more than I do

I want you

I might as well be useless for all it means to you

I want you

Did you call his name out as he held you down

I want you

Oh no my darling not with that clown

I want you

Youve had your fun you dont get well no more

I want you

No-one who wants you could want you more

I want you

Every night when I go off to bed and when I wake up

I want you

I want you

Im going to say it once again til I instill it

I know Im going to feel this way until you kill it

I want you

I want you

[Nobody Girl]

Sittin' in the morning sun

I'll be sittin' when the evening comes

Watching the ships roll in

And I'll watch 'em roll away again

 

I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay

Watching the tide roll away

I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay

Wasting time

 

I left my home in Georgia

Headed for the Frisco bay

I have nothing to live for

Look like nothing's gonna come my way

 

So I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay

Watching the tide roll away

I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay

Wasting time

 

Look like nothing's gonna change

Everything still remains the same

I can't do what ten people tell me to do

So I guess I'll remain the same

 

Sittin' here resting my bones

And this loneliness won't leave me alone

Two thousand miles I roam

Just to make this dock my home

 

Now I'm just gonna sit at the dock of the bay

Watching the tide roll away

Sittin' on the dock of the bay

Wasting time

[bobbob1313]

A heart that's full up like a landfill

A job that slowly kills you

Bruises that won't heal

You look so tired, unhappy

Bring down the government

They don't, they don't speak for us

I'll take the quiet life

A handshake of carbon monoxide

 

No alarms and no surprises

No alarms and no surprises

No alarms and no surprises

 

Silent

Silent

 

This is my final fit, my final belly-ache with...

No alarms and no surprises

No alarms and no surprises

No alarms and no surprises, please

 

Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden

No alarms and no surprises

No alarms and no surprises

No alarms and no surprises, please

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

There's a pale horse comin'

I'm gonna ride it

I'll rise in the morning

My fate decided

I'm a dead man walkin'

I'm a dead man walkin'

 

In St. James Parish

I was born and christened

Now I've got my story

Mister no need for you to listen

It's just a dead man talkin'

 

Once I had a job I had a girl

But between our dreams and actions

Lies this world

 

In the deep forest

Their blood and tears rushed over me

All I could feel was the drugs and the shotgun

And my fear up inside of me

Like a dead man talkin'

 

'Neath a summer sky my eyes went black

Sister I won't ask for forgiveness

My sins are all I have

 

Now the clouds above my prison

Move slowly across the sky

There's a new day comin'

And my dreams are full tonight

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Well It's Saturday night

you're all dressed up in blue

I been watching you awhile

maybe you been watching me too

So somebody ran out

left somebody's heart in a mess

Well if you're looking for love

honey I'm tougher than the rest

 

Some girls they want a handsome Dan

or some good-lookin' Joe on their arm

Some girls like a sweet-talkin' Romeo

Well 'round here baby

I learned you get what you can get

So if you're rough enough for love

honey I'm tougher than the rest

 

The road is dark

and it's a thin thin line

But I want you to know I'll walk it for you any time

Maybe your other boyfriends

couldn't pass the test

Well if you're rough and ready for love

honey I'm tougher than the rest

 

Well it ain't no secret

I've been around a time or two

Well I don't know baby maybe you've been around too

Well there's another dance

all you gotta do is say yes

And if you're rough and ready for love

honey I'm tougher than the rest

If you're rough enough for love

baby I'm tougher than the rest

[JUDE]

You will not be able to stay home, brother.

You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.

You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,

Skip out for beer during commercials,

Because the revolution will not be televised.

 

The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox

In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.

The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon

blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John

Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat

hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.

The revolution will not be televised.

 

The revolution will not be brought to you by the

Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie

Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.

The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.

The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.

The revolution will not make you look five pounds

thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

 

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May

pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,

or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.

NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32

or report from 29 districts.

The revolution will not be televised.

 

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down

brothers in the instant replay.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down

brothers in the instant replay.

There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being

run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.

There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy

Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and

Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving

For just the proper occasion.

 

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville

Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and

women will not care if Dick finally gets down with

Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people

will be in the street looking for a brighter day.

The revolution will not be televised.

 

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock

news and no pictures of hairy armed women

liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.

The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,

Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom

Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.

The revolution will not be televised.

 

The revolution will not be right back after a message

bbout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.

You will not have to worry about a dove in your

bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.

The revolution will not go better with Coke.

The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.

The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

 

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,

will not be televised, will not be televised.

The revolution will be no re-run brothers;

The revolution will be live.

[tkleist]

Ice-age

Heat wave

Can't complain

If the world's at large, why should I remain?

Walked away to another plan.

Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand

 

I move on to another day, to a whole new town with a whole new way

Went to the porch to have a thought

Got to the door again, I couldn't stop

 

You don't know where and you don't know when

But you still got your words and you got your friends

Walk along to another day

Work a little harder, work another way

 

Well uh-uh baby I ain't got no plan

We'll float on maybe would you understand?

Gonna float on maybe would you understand?

We'll float on baby would you understand?

 

The days get shorter and the nights get cold

I like the autumn but this place is getting old

I pack up my belongings and head for the coast

It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most

 

The days get longer and the nights smell green

I guess it's not surprising but it's spring and I should leave

 

I like songs about drifters-books about the same

They both seem to make me feel a little less insane

Walked off onto another spot

I still haven't gotten anywhere that I want

 

Did I want love? Did I need to know?

Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?

 

The moths beat themselves to death against the lights

Adding their breeze to the summer nights

Outside, water like air was great

I didn't know what I had that day

 

Walk a little farther to another plan

You said that you did, but you didn't understand

 

I know that starting over is not what life's about

But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth

My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth

My thoughts were so loud

[MeDave]

Guys like me

We don't know how it feels

Absentee even closing the deal

But every player there's a payoff in the final reel

But never with guys like me

 

Cause guys like me

We look good at the gate

But you'll agree with the odds on the slate

and put your money on a bonafide heavyweight

and take it off guys like me

take it off guys like me

 

We pull you close but never really

looking warm but feeling chilly

you'll describe us as impassioned

when it's just a front we've fashioned

 

Cause guys like me

We all vow to become

clear and free of the fife and the drum

and block the circulation til we're all completely numb

let's hear it for guys like me

let's hear it for guys like me

let's hear it for guys, guys like me

[mountain bed]

Well, they say that Santa Fe

Is less than 90 miles away

And I got time

To roll a number

And rent a car

Oh, Albuquerque

 

I've been flyin' down the road

And I've been starvin' to be alone

And independent

From the scene that I've known

Oh, Albuquerque

 

So I'll stop where I am

Find some fried eggs & country ham

I'll find somewhere

Where they don't care who I am

Oh, Albuquerque

[mountain bed]

Outside...I stretch the mind that hides within

New pride...I lose four walls that keep me tied

Outside...I breathe new air that reaches me

Fresh tide...does all the cleansing life can give

Tongue-tied...no words can match this point of view

Chastise...I don't belong as no one owns

Washing, flowing, taking, all my fears away

Rushing, blowing, touching, gives all life a grace

Washing, flowing, taking, all these fears away

Outside...

[froggie]

Hang me for a sucker

On the plains out of Narrabri

Swingin' a hoe in a CAL-cotton row

Sweatin' on the dangers to me

Bossman's Mr. Tucker

He's a man I don't care to defy

And his only child wicked and wild is seeking my company

 

She wanna build me up tear me down

Slap my knee bones to the ground

Me and mine are gonna be around

When Tuckers' daughter's a memory

 

Hot sun is a killer

She'll be waitin' at the end of my line

Taking the shade with a cool lemonade sayin'

Boy I wanna talka to you

Bossmans' only daughter

She ain't his and she'll never be mine

Never be down on a dollar or two

Or told what she's gonna do

 

She wanna build me up tear me down

Slap my knee bones to the ground

Me and mine are gonna be around

When Tuckers' daughters a memory

Build me up tear me down

I won't kneel 'til the trumpet sounds

And Tuckers' daughter's a memory

 

People born with all they need

They don't understand

Everything you want don't come from holding out your hand

Tuckers' daughter thinks she sees

A slave at her command

I know you need some time yet baby

But when the time is right

Babe I just ain't your man

 

She wanna build me up tear me down

Slap my knee bones to the ground

Me and mine are gonna be around

When Tuckers' daughter's a memory

 

She wanna build me up tear me down

Slap my knee bones to the ground

Me and mine are gonna be around

When Tuckers' daughters a memory

Build me up tear me down

I won't kneel 'til the trumpet sounds

And Tuckers' daughter's a memory

 

She wanna build me up tear me down

Slap my knee bones to the ground

Me and mine are gonna be around

When Tuckers' daughter's a memory

[Dude]

There's something about you

That reminds me of all those times

When I wasn't sorry, when I wasn't blue

The cherry moon it shone down on us

Under the stars shining down every one for you

If I could count them all

I would circle the moon

And count 'em back to nothing

Till I got to you

 

Something in you dies, when it's over

Everybody cries sometimes

If loving you's a dream

That's not worth having

Then why do I dream of you?

 

I used to be the house that you lived in

Down on Meadowlake Street

When you moved they cut down the maple tree

I carved your name into

The tree became a boat, I christened it your name

And when the water turned to salt

From your tears it hit the bottom of the ocean

Where I go when I hear your name

And I sink like a stone

 

Something in you dies, when it's over

Everybody cries sometimes

If loving you's a dream

That's not worth having

Then why do I dream of you?

Why do I dream of you

i feel like a dream that's not worth having

Like a nervous joke ain't nobody laughing

Like somebody with nothing 'cause they don't know

What they're wanting

Tiny like the sand in the cracks of drift wood

Washed up on the shore of an ocean of you

Boats out on the horizon

Made out of the maple tree where we used to lie down

On Meadowlake Street counting the stars you and I

You and I

Something in you dies when it's over

Everybody cries sometimes

If loving you's a dream that's not worth having

Then why do I dream of you

Why do I dream of you

[tongue-tied]

Running to station, holding hands

Now the volcano is flowing red

Something there will change us into sand

 

Now we'll be forever holding hands

Lava and tephra will form our bed

Now the royal flames of Pompeii bless

All our senses