one song

[Lammycat]

...The dogs were barking as the cars were

Parking

The loan sharks were sharking

The narcs were narcing

Practically everyone was there

In the parking lot by the forest preserve

The police had found two bodies

Nay, naked bodies

Their faces had been horribly disfigured

By some sharp object

Saw it on the news

The TV news

In a black and white video

Do you know what blood looks like

In a black and white video?

Shadows, shadows

That's what it looks like

All the love we shared between her

And me was slammed

Slammed up against the banks of old Lake Marie

Marie

 

We were standing

Standing by peaceful waters

Standing by peaceful waters

Whoa wah oh wha oh

Whoa wah oh wha oh

Whoa wah oh wha oh

Peaceful waters

Standing by peaceful waters

Aah baby, we gotta go now

[awatt]

Watch it separate in two

Whatever the day wants it to

Finding out that the worst is true

Finding out that it can escape you

Slings and arrows completes the score

Always leaving, wanting more

And I try to throw it away

Silver spikes and mace

Displayed in your eyes

Fearlessness, cannot fathom;

What's on your mind?

Been there, no luck at all

Nothing left to lose

Been there, no luck at all

Nothing left to lose

I've been there

"Danger/Slow" says the sign ahead

Exhaust fumes, Thin Lizzy instead

Left all pressing cares along the road

Fifteen keys, but where do they go?

Slings and arrows completes the score

Always leaving, wanting more

And I try to throw it away

Strings that pull, strings that bend

This song and dance never ends

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Smile an everlasting smile, a smile can bring you near to me.

Don't ever let me find you down, cause that would bring a tear to me.

This world has lost its glory, let's start a brand new story now, my love.

Right now, there'll be no other time and I can show you how, my love.

 

Talk in everlasting words, and dedicate them all to me.

And I will give you all my life, I'm here if you should call to me.

You think that I don't even mean a single word I say.

It's only words, and words are all I have, to take your heart away.

[awatt]

Ice

Your only rivers run cold

These city lights

They shine as silver and gold

Dug from the night

Your eyes as black as coal

 

Walk on by

Walk on through

Walk 'til you run

And don't look back

For here I am

 

Carnival

The wheels fly and the colors spin

Through alcohol

Red wine that punctures the skin

Face to face

In a dry and waterless place

 

Walk on by

Walk on through

So sad to beseige your love so head on

Stay this time

Stay tonight in a lie

I'm only asking but I...

I think you know

Come on take me away

Come on take me away

Come on take me home

Home again

 

And if the mountain should crumble

Or disappear into the sea

Not a tear, no not I

 

Stay in this time

Stay tonight in...

Ever after, this love in time

And if you save your love

Save it all

 

Don't push me too far

Don't push me too far

Tonight

Tonight

Tonight...

[awatt]

When you get back from wherever

Let me know what its like

And I

[bobbob1313]

Lyrically, this may be my favorite song ever...

 

Bright Eyes- Let's Not Shit Ourselves (To Love And Be Loved)

 

Well the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness

A baby cries hard in an apartment complex

As I pass in a car buried under the influence

The city's driving me out of my mind

I've seen a child, he's caught in the sad trap of gravity

He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree

And lands in the grass, and weeps for his dignity

Next time he will not aim so high

Yeah, next time, neither will I

 

Now a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges

Her family's reduced to names on a shopping list

While a coroner kneels beneath a great wooden crucifix

He knows there's worse things than being alone

And so I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger

I mean, why wait around, if it's just to surrender?

And ambition, I've found, can lead only to failure

I do not read the reviews

No, I am not singing for you

 

Well, I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well

And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help

With all these wishes I make, I should buy something real

At least a telephone to call home

Well, my teachers, they built this retaining wall of memory

All those multiple choices I answered so quickly

And got my grades back, and forgot just as easily

But at least I got an A

And so I don't have them to blame

 

Well I should stop pointing fingers, reserve my judgement

Of all those public action figures, the cowboy presidents

So loud behind the bullhorn, so proud they can't admit

When they've made a mistake

Well, poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen

He knows he don't have to say it so it, it don't bother him

Honesty, accuracy, just popular opinion

And the approval rating's high

And so someone's gonna die

 

Well, ABC, NBC, CBS bullshit

They give us fact or fiction, I guess an even split

And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment

We're still the pawns in their game

As they take eye for an eye, until no one can see

We must stumble blindly forward, repeating history

Well I guess we all fit into your slogan in that fast food marquee

Red-blooded, white skinned, oh and the blues

Oh, and the blues, I got the blues, that's me!

(That's me!)

That's me!

 

Well I awoke in relief, my sheets and tubes were all tangled

Weak from whiskey and pills in a Chicago hospital

And my father was there, in a chair by the window

Staring so far away

I tried talking, just whispered, "So sorry, so selfish"

He stopped me and said, "Child, I love you regardless

There's nothing you could do that would ever change this

I'm not angry, it happens

But you just can't do it again"

 

So now I try to keep up, I've been exchanging my currency

While a million objects pass through my periphery

Now I'm rubbing my eyes, cause they're starting to bother me

I've been staring too long at the screen

But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility?

It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody

How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery

To love and to be loved

Let's just hope that is enough

[awatt]

Spread out now Rosie doctor come cut loose her mama's reins

You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game

You pick up Little Dynamite I'm gonna pick up Little Gun

And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run

You don't have to call me lieutenant Rosie and I don't want to be your son

The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft sweet little girl's tongue and Rosie you're the one

Dynamite's in the belfry playin' with the bats

Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's tryin' out his attitude on all the cats

Papa's on the corner waitin' for the bus

Mama she's home in the window waitin' up for us

She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs 'cause you know we ain't gonna come

I ain't here on business

I'm only here for fun

 

Rosalita jump a little lighter

Senorita come sit by my fire

I just want to be your lover ain't no liar

Rosalita you're my stone desire

 

Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie you know they're gonna be there

Ah Sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billy they'll be comin' up for air

We're gonna play some pool skip some school act real cool

Stay out all night it's gonna feel all right

Rosie come out tonight Rosie come out tonight

Windows are for cheaters chimneys for the poor

Closets are for hangers winners use the door

 

Rosalita jump a little lighter

Senorita come sit by my fire

I just want to be your lover ain't no liar

Rosalita you're my stone desire

 

Now I know your mama she don't like me 'cause I play in a rock and roll band

And I know your daddy he don't dig me but he never did understand

Papa lowered the boom he locked you in your room

I'm comin' to lend a hand

I'm comin' to liberate you confiscate you I want to be your man

Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny

But now you're sad your mama's mad

And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money

Tell him this is his last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance

Because a record company Rosie just gave me big bucks

 

My tires were slashed and I almost crashed but the Lord had mercy

My machine she's a dud out stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey

Hold on tight stay up all night 'cause Rosie I'm comin' on strong

By the time we meet the morning light I will hold you in my arms

I know a pretty little place in Southern California down San Diego way

There's a little cafe where they play guitars all night and day

You can hear them in the back room strummin'

So hold tight baby 'cause don't you know daddy's comin'

 

Rosalita jump a little lighter

Senorita come sit by my fire

I just want to be your lover ain't no liar

Rosalita you're my stone desire

[awatt]

Two favorites I truly identify with...

 

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey

Butane in my veins and I

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Spread out now Rosie doctor come cut loose her mama's reins

You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game

You pick up Little Dynamite I'm gonna pick up Little Gun

And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run

You don't have to call me lieutenant Rosie and I don't want to be your son

The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft sweet little girl's tongue and Rosie you're the one

Dynamite's in the belfry playin' with the bats

Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's tryin' out his attitude on all the cats

Papa's on the corner waitin' for the bus

Mama she's home in the window waitin' up for us

She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs 'cause you know we ain't gonna come

I ain't here on business

I'm only here for fun

 

Rosalita jump a little lighter

Senorita come sit by my fire

I just want to be your lover ain't no liar

Rosalita you're my stone desire

 

Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie you know they're gonna be there

Ah Sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billy they'll be comin' up for air

We're gonna play some pool skip some school act real cool

Stay out all night it's gonna feel all right

Rosie come out tonight Rosie come out tonight

Windows are for cheaters chimneys for the poor

Closets are for hangers winners use the door

 

Rosalita jump a little lighter

Senorita come sit by my fire

I just want to be your lover ain't no liar

Rosalita you're my stone desire

 

Now I know your mama she don't like me 'cause I play in a rock and roll band

And I know your daddy he don't dig me but he never did understand

Papa lowered the boom he locked you in your room

I'm comin' to lend a hand

I'm comin' to liberate you confiscate you I want to be your man

Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny

But now you're sad your mama's mad

And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money

Tell him this is his last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance

Because a record company Rosie just gave me big bucks

 

My tires were slashed and I almost crashed but the Lord had mercy

My machine she's a dud out stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey

Hold on tight stay up all night 'cause Rosie I'm comin' on strong

By the time we meet the morning light I will hold you in my arms

I know a pretty little place in Southern California down San Diego way

There's a little cafe where they play guitars all night and day

You can hear them in the back room strummin'

So hold tight baby 'cause don't you know daddy's comin'

 

Rosalita jump a little lighter

Senorita come sit by my fire

I just want to be your lover ain't no liar

Rosalita you're my stone desire

[mountain bed]

When they kick at your front door

How you gonna come?

With your hands on your head

Or on the trigger of your gun

 

When the law break in

How you gonna go?

Shot down on the pavement

Or waiting on Death Row

 

You can crush us

You can bruise us

But you'll have to answer to

OH, the guns of Brixton

 

The money feels good

And your life you like it well

But surely your time will come

As in heaven, as in hell

 

You see, he feels like Ivan

Born under the Brixton sun

His game is called survivin'

At the end of the harder they come

 

You know it means no mercy

They caught him with a gun

No need for the Black Maria

Goodbye to the Brixton sun

 

You can crush us

You can bruise us

Yes, even shoot us

But OH, the guns of Brixton

 

When they kick at your front door

How you gonna come?

With your hands on your head

Or on the trigger of your gun

 

You can crush us

You can bruise us

Yes, even shoot us

But OH, the guns of Brixton

 

Shot down on the pavement

Waiting on Death Row

His game is called survivin'

As in heaven, as in hell

 

You can crush us

You can bruise us

But you'll have to answer to

OH, the guns of Brixton

[Analogman]

Sing me a song, you're a singer

Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil

The devil is never a maker

The less that you give, you're a taker

So it's on and on and on, its heaven and hell, oh well

 

The lover of life's not a sinner

The ending is just a beginner

The closer you get to the meaning

The sooner you'll know that you're dreaming

So its on and on and on, oh its on and on and on

It goes on and on and on, heaven and hell

I can tell, fool, fool!

 

Well if it seems to be real, its illusion

For every moment of truth, there's confusion in life

Love can be seen as the answer, but nobody bleeds for the dancer

And its on and on, on and on and on....

 

They say that life's a carousel

Spinning fast, you've got to ride it well

The world is full of kings and queens

Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams

Its heaven and hell, oh well

And they'll tell you black is really white

The moon is just the sun at night

And when you walk in golden halls

You get to keep the gold that falls

Its heaven and hell, oh no!

Fool, fool!

You've got to bleed for the dancer!

Fool, fool!

Look for the answer!

Fool, fool, fool!

[awatt]

The ragamuffiin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway

He walks through town all alone

He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say

His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide

The hit and run, plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide

They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection

nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception

And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood

Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud

And I said, "Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud

Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood ?"

 

That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced

races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight

He rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, white and blue flash paint.

He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint

Well that blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point

He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point

And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell

That is, nothin' left that you could sell

just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell

And I said "Hey kid, you think that's oil ? Man, that ain't oil that's blood."

I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm

or was he just lost in the flood ?

 

Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air

Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare

and Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware

Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air

And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street

And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose

but he gets blown right off his feet

 

And some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right away

He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish

still breathing when I walked away

And somebody said, "Hey man, did you see that ? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud."

I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood ?

Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up

I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood ?

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

The ragamuffiin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway

He walks through town all alone

He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say

His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide

The hit and run, plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide

They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection

nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception

And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood

Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud

And I said, "Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud

Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood ?"

 

That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced

races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight

He rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, white and blue flash paint.

He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint

Well that blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point

He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point

And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell

That is, nothin' left that you could sell

just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell

And I said "Hey kid, you think that's oil ? Man, that ain't oil that's blood."

I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm

or was he just lost in the flood ?

 

Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air

Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare

and Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware

Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air

And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street

And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose

but he gets blown right off his feet

 

And some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right away

He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish

still breathing when I walked away

And somebody said, "Hey man, did you see that ? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud."

I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood ?

Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up

I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood ?

 

I do love me some Bruce.

 

The operatic, epic song was his hallmark for his first four or so records:

 

Lost in the Flood

Incident on 57th Street

New York City Serenade

Backstreets

Jungleland

Racing in the Streets

Darkness on the Edge of Town

 

...I kinda miss the old Bruce.

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Ain't about my pistol

Ain't about my boots

Ain't about no northern drives

Ain't about my southern roots

Ain't about my guitars, ain't about my big old amps

"It ain't rained in weeks, but the weather sure feels damp"

Ain't about excuses or alibis

Ain't about no cotton fields or cotton picking lies

Ain't about the races, the crying shame

To the fucking rich man all poor people look the same

 

Don't get me wrong It just ain't right

May not look strong, but I ain't afraid to fight

If you want to live another day

Stay out the way of the southern thing

 

Ain't about no hatred better raise a glass

It's a little about some rebels but it ain't about the past

Ain't about no foolish pride, Ain't about no flag

Hate's the only thing that my truck would want to drag

 

You think I'm dumb, maybe not too bright

You wonder how I sleep at night

Proud of the glory, stare down the shame

Duality of the southern thing

 

My Great Great Granddad had a hole in his side

He used to tell the story to the family Christmas night

Got shot at Shiloh, thought he'd die alone

From a Yankee bullet, less than thirty miles from home

Ain't no plantations in my family tree

Did NOT believe in slavery, thought that all men should be free

"But, who are these soldiers marching through my land?"

His bride could hear the cannons and she worried about her man

 

I heard the story as it was passed down

About guts and glory and Rebel stands

Four generations, a whole lot has changed

Robert E. Lee

Martin Luther King

We've come a long way rising from the flame

Stay out the way of the southern thing

[awatt]

Keeping the Springsteen vibe going...

 

 

The machinist climbs his ferris wheel like a brave and the fire-eater

[mountain bed]

Jesus---The Missing Years:

 

Charley bought some popcorn

Billy bought a car

Someone almost bought the farm

But they didn't go that far

Things shut down at midnight

At least around here they do

'Cause we all reside down the block inside

At 23 skid-oo

--------------------------------

It was raining, it was cold

West Bethlehem was no place for

A twelve year old

So he packed his bags and he headed out

To find out what the world's about

He went to France, he went to Spain

He found love he found pain

He found stores, so he started to shop

But he didn't have any money

So he got in trouble with a cop...

 

Kids in trouble with the cops from Israel

Didn't have no home

So he cut his hair and moved to Rome

It was there he met his Irish bride

And they rented a flat on the Lower East Side

Of Rome

Italy that is

Music publishers, book binders, bible belters,

Swimming pools, orgies

And lots of pretty Italian chicks...

 

Wine was flowing so were beers

So Jesus found his missing years

He went to a dance and said,

"This don't move me"

So he hiked up his pants and he went to a movie

On his thirteenth birthday he saw "Rebel Without a Cause"

He went straight on home

And invented Santa Claus

Who gave him a gift

And he responded in kind

He gave the gift of love

And went out of his mind...

 

You see, him and the wife wasn't gettin' along

So he took out his guitar

And he wrote a song

Called "The Dove of Love Fell off the Perch"

But he couldn't get divorced in the Catholic Church

At least not back then anyhow

Jesus was a good guy, he didn't need this shit

So he took a pill with a Coca-Cola

And he swallowed it

He discovered The Beatles

He recorded with The Stones

Once he even opened up a three-way package

For old George Jones...

 

The years passed by like sweet little days

With babies crying, pork chops and beaujolais

When he woke up, he was seventeen

The world was angry and the world was mean

Why, the man down the street and the kid on the stoop

All agreed that life stank

All the world smelled like poop

Baby poop that is

The worst kind...

 

So he grew his hair long and threw away his comb

And headed back to Jerusalem

To find Mom, Dad and home

But when he got there the cupboard was bare

Except for an old black man with a fishing rod

He said, "Whatcha gonna be when you grow up?"

Jesus said, "God"

Oh my god what have I gotten myself into?

I'm a human corkscrew and all my wine is blood

They're gonna kill me Mama

They don't like me Bud...

 

So Jesus went to Heaven and he went there awful quick

All them people killed him

And he wasn't even sick

So come and gather around me

My contemporary peers

And I'll tell you all the story

Of Jesus---The Missing Years

-------------------------------------

Charley bought some popcorn

Billy bought a car

Someone almost bought the farm

But they didn't go that far

Things shut down at midnight

At least around here they do

'Cause we all reside down the block inside

At 23 skid-oo

[bobbob1313]

Is that gash in your leg really why you have stopped?

Cause I've noticed, all the others,

Though they're gashed, they're still going.

Cause I feel like the real reason

That you're quitting and admitting that

You've lost all the will to battle on.

 

Will the fight for sanity be the fight of our lives?

Now that we've lost all the reasons that we thought that we had.

 

Still the battle that we're in

Rages on till the end

With explosions, wounds are open,

Sights and smells, eyes and noses,

But the thought that went unspoken

Was understanding that you're broken...

Still the last volunteer battles on,

Battles on...

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

The runway rushed up at him as he felt the wheels touch down

He stood out on the blacktop and took a taxi into town

He got out down on Main Street and went into a local bar

He bought a drink and found a seat in a corner off the dark

Well she called up her mama to make sure the kids were out of the house

She checked herself out in the dining room mirror

And undid an extra button on her blouse

He felt her lying next to him, the clock said 4:00 am

He was staring at the ceiling

He couldn't move his hands

 

Oh mama mama mama come quick

I've got the shakes and I'm gonna be sick

Throw your arms around me in the cold dark night

Hey now mama don't shut out the light

Don't you shut out the light

Don't you shut out the light

Don't you shut out the light

Don't you shut out the light

 

Well on his porch they stretched a banner that said "Johnny Welcome Home"

Bobby pulled his Ford out of the garage and they polished up the chrome

His mama said "Johnny oh Johnny, I'm so glad to have you back with me"

His pa said he was sure they'd give him his job back down at the factory

 

Oh mama mama mama come quick

I've got the shakes and I'm gonna be sick

Throw your arms around me in the cold dark night

Hey now mama don't shut out the light

Don't you shut out the light

Don't you shut out the light

Don't you shut out the light

Don't you shut out the light

 

Well deep in a dark forest, a forest filled with rain

Beyond a stretch of Maryland pines there's a river without a name

In the cold black water Johnson Lineir stands

He stares across the lights of the city and dreams of where he's been

 

Oh mama mama mama come quick

I've got the shakes and I'm gonna be sick

Throw your arms around me in the cold dark night

Hey now mama don't shut out the light

Don't you shut out the light

Don't you shut out the light

Don't you shut out the light

Don't you shut out the light

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Saigon, it was all gone

The same Coke machines

As the streets I grew on

Down in a mesquite canyon

We come walking along the ridge

Me and the brothers under the bridge

 

Campsite's an hour's walk from the nearest road to town

Up here there's too much brush and canyon

For the CHP choppers to touch down

Ain't lookin' for nothin', just wanna live

Me and the brothers under the bridge

Come the Santa Ana's, man, that dry brush'll light

Billy Devon got burned up in his own campfire one winter night

We buried his body in the white stone high up along the ridge

Me and the brothers under the bridge

 

Had enough of town and the street life

Over nothing you end up on the wrong end of someone's knife

Now I don't want no trouble

And I ain't got none to give

Me and the brothers under the bridge

 

I come home in '72

You were just a beautiul light

In your mama's dark eyes of blue

I stood down on the tarmac, I was just a kid

Me and the brothers under the bridge

 

Come Veterans' Day I sat in the stands in my dress blues

I held your mother's hand

When they passed with the red, white and blue

One minute you're right there ... and something slips...

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Sometimes I feel so happy,

Sometimes I feel so sad.

Sometimes I feel so happy,

But mostly you just make me mad.

Baby, you just make me mad.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

 

Thought of you as my mountain top,

Thought of you as my peak.

Thought of you as everything,

I've had but couldn't keep.

I've had but couldn't keep.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

 

 

If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see,

I'd put you in the mirror,

I put in front of me.

I put in front of me.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

 

Skip a life completely.

Stuff it in a cup.

She said, Money is like us in time,

It lies, but can't stand up.

Down for you is up."

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

 

It was good what we did yesterday.

And I'd do it once again.

The fact that you are married,

Only proves, you're my best friend.

But it's truly, truly a sin.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

A great American classic as interpreted by Austin's The Gourds

 

With so much drama in the l-b-c

Its kinda hard bein snoop d-o-double-g

But i, i somehow, some way

Keep comin up with funky ass shit nearly every single day

Can i, kick a little something for the gs

And, make a few friends as I breeze through

Two in the mornin and the partys still jumpin

Cause my momma aint home

I got bitches in the living room gettin it on

And they aint leavin til six in the mornin

So what you wanna do,

I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too

So turn off the lights and close the doors

But (but what) we dont love them hoes

And we gonna smoke a ounce to this

Gs up, hoes down, like you motherfuckers bounce to this

 

 

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice

Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

 

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice

Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

 

I got me some seagrams gin

Everybody got their cups, but they aint chipped in

Now this types of shit, happens all the time

You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine

Everything is fine when you listenin to the d-o-g

He's got the cultivating music that be captivating me

Who hears, to the words that I speak

As I take me a drink to the middle of the street

And get to mackin to this bitch named sadie

She used to be the homeboys lady

dont'cha know its Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please

Raise up off these n-u-ts, cause you gets none of these

At ease, as I mob with the dogg pound, feel the breeze

and I be

 

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice

Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

 

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice

Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

 

Later on that day

My homey dr. dre he came by with a gang of tanqueray

And a fat ass j, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke

it aint no joke

I had to back up off of it and sit my cup of Gin down

don'tcha know Tanqueray and chronic, well Im fucked up now

But it aint no stoppin, Im still poppin

Dr. Dre got some bitches from the city of compton

To serve me, not with a cherry on top

Cause when I bust my nut, you know Im raisin up off the cot

Dont get upset girl, thats just how it goes

I dont love you hoes, that's why Im out the do

And Ill be

 

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice

Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice

Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

 

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)

Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)

Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

[MrRain422]

How I remember the history I have seen

I was just a young boy, the horror I couldn't forsee

All the pain that comes with war

All the scars that never heal

Here in paradise the price is cheap

Young men die for greed

 

Across the ocean in a land they call Vietnam

Young men dying is all it would cost

We were told and proudly believed

They would fight to keep us free

Here in America the price is cheap

Young men die for what?

 

My brother, the soldier, was a hero who survived

He'd tell the stories of men who died without dreams

And they fight for men twice their age

The smell of death made his life change

The price of paradise is stained with blood

Why?

 

All pawns and puppets of flesh and bone

Will die for their leaders far from their homes

These are men who died very young

Afraid to see that their cause was unjust

Why couldn't they live for life?

Not die to survive

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Is it getting better

Or do you feel the same

Will it make it easier on you now

You got someone to blame

You say...

 

One love

One life

When it's one need

In the night

One love

We get to share it

Leaves you baby if you

Don't care for it

 

Did I disappoint you

Or leave a bad taste in your mouth

You act like you never had love

And you want me to go without

Well it's...

 

Too late

Tonight

To drag the past out into the light

We're one, but we're not the same

We get to

Carry each other

Carry each other

One...

Have you come here for forgiveness

Have you come to raise the dead

Have you come here to play Jesus

To the lepers in your head

 

Did I ask too much

More than a lot

You gave me nothing

Now it's all I got

We're one

But we're not the same

Well we

Hurt each other

Then we do it again

You say

Love is a temple

Love a higher law

Love is a temple

Love the higher law

You ask me to enter

But then you make me crawl

And I can't be holding on

To what you got

When all you got is hurt

One love

One blood

One life

You got to do what you should

One life

With each other

Sisters

Brothers

One life

But we're not the same

We get to

Carry each other

Carry each other

 

One...life

 

One

[MrRain422]

Now over there in Managua Square

With American-made bombs falling everywhere

They kill women and children and animals too

These bombs are made by people like me and you

And we're told that we hold a big stick over them

But I know from what I've read that peace is in our hands

 

Now over there in Guatamala, my friend

We're making mistakes there once again

Uncle Sam supports a fascist regime

That doesn't represent the people over there

We learn and believe there is justice for us all

And we lie to ourselves with a big stick up our ass

 

Now if we stand and yell it out

That war isn't what we're all about

Then someone will come and bring us back

To get the peace train back on its tracks

 

This is what I'm singing about

The race war that America supports

Indians will never die

They'll do just fine if we let them try

Though we hold, we're never told that peace is in our hands

If we stop there is time to heal the scars we've caused

To heal the scars we've caused

[awatt]

Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world,

Ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl.

Love 'n hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands,

Hands that slap his kids around, 'cause they don't understand how,

 

Death or glory, becomes just another story.

Death or glory, becomes just another story.

 

'n every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock 'n roll,

Grabs the mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold,

But I believe in this and it's been tested by research,

He, who fucks nuns, will later join the church.

 

Death or glory, becomes just another story.

Death or glory, becomes just another story.

 

Fear in the gun-sights,

They say lie low,

You say ok,

Don't wanna play the show,

Now all you're thinking

"Was it death or glory now?"

Playing the blues of kings,

Sure looks better now.

 

Death or glory, just another story?

Death or glory, just another story?

 

From every dingy basement, on every dingy street,

Every dragging handclap over every dragging beat,

It's just the beat of time, the beat that must go on

If you've been trying for years, we 'ready heard your song

 

Death or glory, becomes just another story.

Death or glory, just another story?

 

We gonna march, a long way,

Fight, a long time,

We got to travel, over mountains,

Got to travel, over seas,

We gonna fight, your brother,

We gonna fight, 'til you loose,

We gonna raise, trouble,

We gonna raise, hell.

 

We gonna fight, your brother,

Raise, hell.

 

Death or glory, becomes just another story.

Death or glory, becomes just another story.

 

Death or glory, just another story?

Death or glory, becomes just another story.

[tongue-tied]

oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone

they were waiting for me when i thought that i just can't go on

and they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song

oh i hope you run into them, you who've been traveling so long

 

yes, you, you must leave everything that you cannot control

it begins with your family, but soon it comes round to your soul

well i've been where you're hanging and i think i can see how you're pinned

when you're not feeling holy your loneliness says that you've sinned

 

now they lay down beside me, i made my confession to them

they touched both my eyes and i touched the dew on their hem

if your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn

they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem

 

when i left they were sleeping, i hope you run into them soon

don't turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon

and you won't make me jealous if i hear that they sweetened your night

we weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be alright

we weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be alright