The Biggest Thing That Man Has Ever Done-Woody Guthrie

Imagine-John Lennon

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row

And the walls came down all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell

Tryin' To Get To Heaven-Bob Dylan

Gotta sleep down in the parlor, and relive my dreams.
I close my eyes and I wonder, if everything is as hollow as it seems.
Some trains don't pull no gamblers,
No midnight ramblers like they did before.
I've been to Sugartown, I shook the sugar down,
Now I'm tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door.

Chimes of Freedom-Bob Dylan

Far between the sundown's finish
and midnight's broken toll
we ducked inside
the doorway thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts
struck shadows in the sounds
seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing

Flashing for the warriors
whose strength is not to fight
flashing for the refugees
of the unarmed road of flight
and for each and every underdog
soldier in the night
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

There are cities melted furnace
unexpectedly we watched
with faces hidden as the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells
before the blowing rain
dissolved into the bells of the lightning

Tolling for the rebel
tolling for the rake
tolling for the luckless
they are bound and damned forsaked
tolling for the outcasts
burning constantly at stake
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the mad mystic hammering
and the wild ripping hail
the sky cracked its farms in naked wonder
As the clanging of the church bells
blew far into the breeze
leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder

Striking for the gentle
striking for the kind
striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
and the poet and painter
far behind his rightful time
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

In the wild cathedral evening
the rain unravelled tales
for a disrobed faceless farms of no position
Tolling for the tongues
with no place to bring their thoughts
all down and taken for granted situations

Tolling for the deaf and blind
tolling for the mute
for a mistreated maidless mother, a mistitled prostitute
for the misdemeanor outlaw
chained and cheated by pursuit
and we gaze upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Even though the cloud's white curtain
in a far off corner flashed
and the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows
fired but condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting

Tolling for the searching ones
on their speechless seeking trail
for the lonesome hearted lovers with too personal a tale
and for each unharmful gentle soul
misplaced inside a jail
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Starry eyes and laughing
as I recall when we were caught
trapped by no track hours for they hang suspended
As we listened one last time
and we watched with one last look
spellbound and swallowed 'til the tolling ended

Tolling for the aching
whose wounds cannot be nursed
or the countless confused accused misused
strung out ones and worse
and for every hung up person
in the whole wide universe
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

If You Belonged To Me-Bob Dylan

The guy your with is a ruthless pimp
Everybody knows
Every cent he takes from you
Goes straight up his nose
You look so sad, you're going so mad, any fool can see
You'd be happy as you could be
If you belong to me

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Series Of Dreams-Bob Dylan

I was thinkin' of a series of dreams
were nothin' comes up to the top
everything stays down where it's wounded
and comes to a permanent stop

wasn't thinking of anything specific
like in a dream were someone wakes up and screams
nothin' too very scientific
just thinking of a series of dreams

thinking of a series of dreams
where the time and the tempo drag
and there's no exit in any direction
except the one you can't see with your eyes
wasn't making any great connection
wasn't falling for any intricate scheme
nothing that would pass inspection
I was just thinking of a series of dreams

dreams where the umbrella is folded
and into the path where I heard
and the cards are no good that you're holding
unless they're from another world...

In one the surface was frozen
in another I witnessed a crime
in one I was running and in another
all I seemed to be doing was crying
wasn't looking for any special assistance
nor going through any great extremes
I'd already gone the distance
just thinking of a series of dreams

dreams where the umbrella is folded
and into the path where I heard
and the cards are no good that you're holding
unless they're from another world...

I'd already gone the distance
just thinkin' of a series of dreams
just thinkin' of a series of dreams
just thinkin' of a series of dreams

The Front Porch Song-Robert Earl Keen

This old porch is a big ol' red and white Hereford bull
Standin' under a mesquite tree in Agua Dulce, Texas
He keeps on playin' hide and seek with that hot august sun
Sweatin' and a pantin' cause his work is never done
Oh no, With those cows and a red top cane

This old porch is a steamin' greasy plate of enchiladas
With lots of cheese and onions an a guacamole salad
You can get them at the LaSalle Hotel in old downtown
With ice tea and a waitress who will smile every time
Oh yeah, I left a quarter tip on my ten dollar bill

This old porch is a palace walk in on a main street in Texas
It ain't never seen or heard the days of G's and R's and X's
And that '62 poster that's almost faded down
And a screen without a picture since Giant came to town
Oh no, I like those junior mints and the red hots too, yes I do

This old porch is like a weathered gray haired seventy years of Texas
Who's doin' all he can not to give in to the city
And he always takes my rent late so long as I run his cattle
He picks me up at dinner time and I listen to him rattle
He says the Brazos still runs muddy like she's run all along
There's never been no cane to grind and the cotton's all but gone
You know this Chevrolet pickup truck, hell she was somethin' back in '60
But now there won't nobody listen to him 'cause they all think he's crazy

This old porch is just a long time of waiting and forgetting
Remembering the coming back and not crying about the leaving
And remembering the falling down and the laughter of the curse of luck
From all those son's of bitches who said we'd never get back up

This old porch is a big old red and white Hereford bull
Standing under a mesquite tree out in Agua Dulce
He keeps on playing hide and seek with that hot August sun
He's sweating and a panting 'cause his work is never done

I've known a whole lot of bulls in my time, and their work is never done.

The Road Goes On Forever-Robert Earl Keen

Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town
She had a reputation as a girl who'd been around
Down Main Street after midnight, a brand new pack of cigs
A fresh one hanging from her lips, a beer between her legs
She'd ride down to the river, meet with all her friends
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

Sonny was a loner, older than the rest
He was goin' in the Navy, but he couldn't pass the test
So he hung around town, sold a little pot
The Law caught wind of Sonny, one day he got caught
He was back in business when they set him free again
The road goes on forever and the party never ends
Sonny's playing eight ball at the joint where Sherry works
When some drunkin' out of towner put his hands up Sherry's skirt
Sonny took his pool cue, lay the drunk out on the floor
Stuck a dollar in her tip jar, and walked on out the door
She's running right beside him, reaching for his hand
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

They jump into his pickup, Sonny jammed her into gear
Sonny looked at Sherry said let's get on out of here
The stars were high above them, the moon was in the East
The sun was setting on them when they reached Miami Beach
They got a motel by the water and a quart of Bombay gin
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

They soon ran out of money, but Sonny knew a man
Who knew some Cuban refugees who dealt in contraband
Sonny met the Cubans at a house just off the route
With a briefcase full of money and a pistol in his boot
The cards were on the table when the Law came bustin' in
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

The Cubans grabbed the goodies Sonny grabbed the jack
He broke the bathroom window and climbed on out the back
Sherry drove the pickup through the alley on the side
Where a lawman tackled Sonny and was reading him his rights
She stepped into the alley with a single shot .410
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

They left the lawman lying they made their getaway
They got back to the hotel just before the break of day
Sonny gave her all the money and he blew a little kiss
If they ask you how this happened say I forced you into this
She watched as his taillights disappeared around the bend
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

It's Main Street after midnight just like it was before
Twenty one months later at the local grocery store
Sherry buys a paper a cold six pack of beer
Headlines read that Sonny's goin' to the chair
She drives out onto Main Street in her new Mercedes Benz
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

Jesse With The Long Hair...-Robert Earl Keen

Jesse took a powder, slicked his long hair back
Put a cartridge in gun and stepped outside his shack
Saddled up his buckskin mare and rode off into town
Jesse with the long hair hangin' down.

Luann fixed her make-up, straightend up her dress.
Picked up the photograph and held it to her breast
How could she ever love him? He never was around
Jesse with the long hair hangin' down.

Sheriff Paul was sleepin', his hat off in his lap
When he got a package that woke him from his nap.
He unrolled a poster, couldn't help but frown
Jesse with the long hair hangin' down.

They had been compadres many years before.
Jesse saved his life one time back before the war.
Now he was the king of thieves, he wore it like a crown.
Jesse with the long hair hangin' down.

Flesh and blood it turns to dust
Scatters in the wind
Love is all that matters in the end my friend

Mr. Brown the banker hid the money in his case.
It was time for him to leave this god-forsaken place.
His true love loved the outlaw who hated Mr. Brown
That was Jesse with the long hair hangin' down.

Mr. Brown had taken the land that Jesse owned.
The banker claimed that Jesse had not repaid his loan.
Truth and lies were tangled but when the truth unwound
There was Jesse with the long hair hangin' down.

Mr. Brown was all alone when Luann came walking in.
She pulled a pistol from her purse and pointed it at him.
When the door blew open she turned to look around
It was Jesse with the long hair hangin' down.

Mr. Brown grabbed Luann's gun and held it to her head.
"I'll blow her to Kingdom Come" is what the banker said.
In that fateful moment Jesse stood his ground.
Jesse with the long hair hangin' down.

The bullet that killed Mr. Brown came through the windowpane.
It put a hole above one eye and lodged down in his brain.
He never saw a puff of smoke, no flash, no fire, no sound.
From Jesse with the long hair hangin' down.

Sheriff Paul was fast asleep, his hat down on his eyes,
when he got a letter and much to his suprise
a picture of the sweet Luann in her wedding gown
and Jesse with the long hair hangin' down.

Flesh and blood it turns to dust
Scatters in the wind
Love is all that matters in the end my friend

Hey Frank won’t ya pack your bags
And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall
Just one kiss from you my brother
And we’ll ride until we fall
We’ll sleep in the fields
We’ll sleep by the rivers and in the morning
We’ll make a plan
Well if you can’t make it
Stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive
If you can
And meet me in a dream of this hard land

These are better days baby
These are better days it’s true
These are better days
Better days are shining through

Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my car’s out back
If you’re ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door’s open but the ride it ain’t free
And I know you’re lonely
For words that I ain’t spoken
But tonight we’ll be free
All the promises’ll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they’re gone
On the wind, so Mary climb in
It’s town full of losers
And I’m pulling out of here to win

Beneath the city two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so tender
In a bedroom locked
In whispers of soft refusal
And then surrender
In the tunnels uptown
The Rat’s own dream guns him down
As shots echo down them hallways in the night
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light
Outside the street’s on fire
In a real death waltz
Between what’s flesh and what’s fantasy
And the poets down here
Don’t write nothing at all
They just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of the night
They reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand
But they wind up wounded
Not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland

Now I been lookin’ for a job but it’s hard to find
Down here it’s just winners and losers
And don’t get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well I’m tired of comin’ out on the losin’ end
So honey last night I met this guy and I’m
Gonna do a little favor for him
Well I guess everything dies baby that’s a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Tonight, tonight the highway’s bright
Out of our way, mister you best keep
’Cause summer’s here and the time is right
For racin’ in the street.

Well the highway is alive tonight
But nobody’s kiddin’ nobody about where it goes
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad

This Train
Dreams will not be thwarted
This Train
Faith will be rewarded
This Train
Hear the steel wheels singin'
This Train
Bells of freedom ringin'

World Class Fad-Paul Westerberg

Well you look fantastic in your cast-off casket
At least the thing still runs
This 9 to 5 bullshit don't let you forget
Whose suicide you're on.
I'm the one you trust in
and the world owes you nothing
You really, really want it that bad
You gotta come get it
It's your life, go live it
'Round the corner, give it some gas

If you want it that bad
Be a world class fad
Remember leave a trail of crumbs
If you want it that bad
You're a world class fad
Remember where you started from
Don't be sad
You're a world class fad

You wax poetic about things pathetic
As long as you look so cute
Believe these hills are starting to roll
Believe these stars are starting to shoot

If you want it that bad
Be a world class fad
Remember leave a trail of crumbs
If you want it that bad
You're a world class fad
Remember where you started from
Don't be sad
You're a world class fad

And the pressures gonna build yeah
Higher and higher
Something's gotta move here
Ain't knocking on wood
You're foxin' the cove? Oh yeah.

Don't be sad you're a world class fad

Well you look fantastic in your cast-off casket
At least the thing still flies
I believe this road is starting to wind
And where we're going, starting to hide

If you want it that bad you're a world class fad
Remember leave a trail of crumbs you want it that bad
Be a world class fad remember where you started from

If you want it that bad a world class fad
If you want it that bad you're a world class fad
Don't be sad you're a world class fad
Don't be sad you're a world class fad
Don't be sad that you're a world class fad

Things-Paul Westerberg

Things I wanna tell you
How you make me feel
How you look to me
And how good it feels
Things I don't wanna tell you
Every little thing's all right
What I was before
And where I was last night

Always things
All these things
Always things

Things I try to tell you but come out oh so wrong
Seem to feel pretty good, seem to last pretty long
Things I don't wanna tell you
Now there ain't no doubt
You lit a fire in me
Can't seem to put out

Always things
All these things

Things I long to tell you but I don't know how
Things I don't wanna tell you but I have to now
Packed my things

Things I'm bound to tell you like that dress looks great on ya
I could use some breathing room but I'm still in love with you
Things I'd never tell you, down the line someday
You'll be a song I sing, a thing I give away
Pack my things today, I packed my things today

Love Untold-Paul Westerberg

They were gonna meet
On a Rocky Mountain street
Two bashful hearts beat in advance
Their hands were gonna sweat
It was all set
She ain't showed up yet
Still a good chance

It's a love untold
It's a love untold

Checking on her face
Checks his sleeve for his ace
And both just in case wear clean underwear
Games would be played
Excuses would be made
The stupid things they said
In their prayers

Oh about a love untold
It's a love untold

Soft hands slowly move across the blank white page
Thinking of words for my silent lips and fingers to obey

They were gonna meet on a crummy little street
It never came to be I'm told
Does anyone recall the saddest love of all
The one that lets you fall nothing to hold
It's the love untold...
Once upon a love untold
Just another love untold

They were gonna meet on a crummy little street

Dyslexic Heart-Paul Westerberg

You shoot me glances and they're so hard to read
I misconstrue what you mean
Slip me a napkin and now that you start
Is this your name or a doctor's eye chart?

I try and comprehend you but I got a dyslexic heart
I ain't dying to offend you, I got a dyslexic heart

Thanks for the book, now my table is ready
Is this a library or bar?
Between the covers I thought you were ready
A half-angel, half-tart

Do I read you correctly, lead me directly
Help me with this part
Do I hate you? Do I date you?
Do I got a dyslexic Heart?

You keep swayin'... what are you sayin'?
Thinking 'bout stayin'?
Or are you just playing, making passes
Well, my heart could use some glasses

Waiting on Somebody-Paul Westerberg

All my life, waiting for somebody
Ah-ha-ha, come and take my hand
All my life, waiting for somebody
Ah-ha-ha, whoa, yeah

Down so long, doesn't really matter
This downtown home, been kicked and I've been spurred
You comin' along? It does't really matter
I'll go it alone--doesn't even hurt

I'm waitin' for the day, waitin' for the day that you come my way...

I drove down deep, made a big decision
I'm going to sleep--I'm going there alone
I know damn well I'm tired of all this cryin'
On my feet as far as I can tell

Somebody... somebody... somebody... somebody

Achin' To Be-Paul Westerberg

Well she's kind of like an artist
Sittin' on the floor
Never finishes, she abandons
Never shows a soul

And she's kind of like a movie
Everyone rushes to see
And no one understands it
Sittin' in their seats

She opens her mouth to speak and
What comes out's a mystery
Thought about, not understood
She's achin' to be

Well she dances alone in nightclubs
Every other day of the week
People look right through her
Baby doll check your cheek

And she's kind of like a poet
Who finds it hard to speak
Poems come so slowly
Like the colors down a sheet

She opens her mouth to speak and
What comes out's a mystery
Thought about, not understood
She's achin' to be

I've been achin' for a while now, friend
I've been achin' hard for years

Well she's kind of like an artist
Who uses paints no more
You never show me what you're doing
Never show a soul

Yeah I saw one of your pictures
There was nothin' that I could see
If no one's on your canvas
Well, I'm achin' to be

She closes her mouth to speak and
Closes her eyes to see
Thought about an' only loved
She's achin' to be

Just like me

I'll Be You-Paul Westerberg

If there's a temporary lull
Why'm I bored right outta my skull
Man, I'm dressin' sharp an' feelin' dull

Lonely, I guess that's where I'm from
I was from Canada
Then I best be called lonesome

And if it's just a game
Then I'll break down just in case
Oh yeah, we're runnin' in our last race

Well, I laughed half the way to Tokyo
I dreamt I was Surfer Joe
An' what that means I don't know

A dream too tired to come true
Left a rebel without a clue
And I'm searching for somethin' to do

And if it's just a game
Then we'll hold hands just the same
So what, we're bleeding but we ain't cut

And I could purge my soul perhaps
For the imminent collapse
Oh yeah, I'll tell you what we could do

You be me for a while and I'll be you

A dream too tired to come true
Left a rebel without a clue
Won't you tell me what I should do

And if it's just a lull
Why'm I bored right outta my skull
Oh yeah, keep me from feeling so dull

And if it's just a game
Then we'll break down just in case
Then again, I'll tell you what we could do

You be me for a while
You be me for a while
You be me for a while and I'll be you

Veronica-Elvis Costello

Is it all in that pretty little head of yours?
What goes on in that place in the dark?
Well I used to know a girl and I would have
sworn that her name was Veronica
Well she used to have a carefree mind of her
own and a delicate look in her eye
These days I'm afraid she's not even sure if her
name is Veronica

Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes,
Veronica has gone to hide?
And all the time she laughs at those who shout
her name and steal her clothes
Veronica
Veronica

Did the days drag by? Did the favours wane?
Did he roam down the town all the time?
Will you wake from your dream, with a wolf at
the door, reaching out for Veronica
Well it was all of sixty-five years ago
When the world was the street where she lived
And a young man sailed on a ship in the sea
With a picture of Veronica

On the "Empress of India"
And as she closed her eyes upon the world and
picked upon the bones of last week's news
She spoke his name outloud again

Veronica sits in her favourite chair and she sits
very quiet and still
And they call her a name that they never get
right and if they don't then nobody else will
But she used to have a carefree mind of her
own, with devilish look in her eye
Saying "You can call me anything you like, but
my name is Veronica"

You Bowed Down-Elvis Costello

I expect you're entitled to know why I'm making contact
With acquaintances scattered all over the land
I'd promise you now and again that I'd honour the contract
If it hadn't crumbled away in my hand
So we broke that vow independently now
But I don't know why you absolutely deny

You bowed down (you bowed down, you bowed down)
You bowed down (you bowed down, you bowed down)

When you first looked away I might say it was really a kindness
It must have hurt you to see how dreams sour
Now they say that justice and love are the next things to blindness
Well you're getting plenty of both of them now
And so you parade where appointments are made
And never meant to be kept
Unless you accept

You bowed down
You bowed down

You value the burnt amber of falling leaves
And you long to delay
As you feel their breath as they whisper
"It won't hurt you now to betray
If you just bow down"

And now every time that we meet on the edge of hysteria
You're helping them sell off some new party line
I remember a time when you would have seemed so superior
Now you say "Will you please meet this good friend of mine?"
So you're in demand as long as you kiss their hand
But all the applause is for their name not yours

You bowed down
You bowed down
You bowed down
You bowed down

It's The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)- REM

That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and
snakes, an aeroplane and Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world
serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs. Feed
it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, Ladder
start to clatter with fear fight down height. Wire
in a fire, representing seven games, a government
for hire and a combat site. Left of west and coming in
a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team
by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped.
Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh,
overflow, population, common food, but it'll do. Save
yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs,
listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and
the revered and the right, right. You vitriolic,
patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign
towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself
churn. Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood
letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate.
Light a candle, light a votive. Step down, step down.
Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no
fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament,
tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions,
offer me alternatives and I decline.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

The other night I dreamt of knives, continental
drift divide. Mountains sit in a line, Leonard
Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester
Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You
symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...fine...

Man On The Moon- REM

Mott the Hoople and the game of Life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
See you heaven if you make the list. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool.

Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey, Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool.

Here's a little agit for the never-believer. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here's a little ghost for the offering. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling [wrestling bears]. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis, hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool.

Monty Got A Raw Deal- REM

Monty this seems strange to me.
The movies had that movie thing,
but nonsense has a welcome ring
and heroes don't come easy.

Now, nonsense isn't new to me.
I know my head, I know my feet,
but mischief knocked me in the knees.
Said, Just let go. Just let go.

I saw the ocean meet the man.
I saw you buried in the sand.
A friend was there to hold your hand,
Said, Walk on by.

So, I went walking through the street.
I saw you strung up in a tree.
A woman knelt there said to me,
said, Hold your tongue, man. Hold your tongue.

You don't owe me anything.
You don't want this sympathy. [waste your breath]
Don't you waste your breath. [waste your breath]
for the silver screen.

That nonsense doesn't mean a thing,
they tried to bust you in a sting,
but virtue isn't everything
so, don't waste time.

Now, here's a rhyme that you can steal.
Put this on your reel to reel.
Mischief threw a rotten deal.
Monty's laying low, man.
He is laying low.
Just let go, y'all.
Just let go.

You don't owe me anything.
You don't want this sympathy. [waste your breath]
Don't you waste your breath. [waste your breath]
Monty this seems strange to me.

What's The Frequency, Kenneth?- REM

"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream
Tunnel vision from the outsider's screen
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh

I'd studied your cartoons, radio, music, tv, movies, magazines
Richard said, "Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy"
A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh

"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
Butterfly decal, rearview mirror, dogging the scene
You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
I couldn't understand
You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh
I couldn't understand
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I couldn't understand
I never understood, don't fuck with me, uh-huh

Sick of Myself- Matthew Sweet

You don't know how you move me
Deconstruct me
And consume me
I'm all used up
I'm out of luck
I am starstruck
By something in your eyes that is keeping my hope alive
But I'm sick of myself when I look at you
Something is beautiful and true
In a world that's ugly and a lie
It's hard to even want to try
And I'm beginning to think
Baby you don't know
I'll take or leave
The room to breathe
The choice to leave you
I'll throw away
A chance at greatness
Just to make this
Dream come into play, I don't know if I'll find a way
'Cause I'm sick of myself when I look at you
Something is beautiful and true
In a world that's ugly and a lie
It's hard to even want to try
And I'm beginning to think
Baby you don't know
I'm beginning to think
Baby you don't know
There's something in your eyes that is keeping my hope alive
But I'm sick of myself when I look at you
Something is beautiful and true
In a world that's ugly and a lie
It's hard to even want to try
And I'm beginning to think
Baby you don't know
I'm beginning to think
Baby you don't know

Beat Up Ford- Jack Ingram

A young man driving down a dusty road
Like he's got somewhere to go
Driving like he's got a destination
Like he's got somewhere to go in the beat up Ford

There was a time when he was a young lost soul
Chasing butterflies and rainbows
Til one day when he found his pot of gold
From the words of a young man who turned old

You've gotta have a good imagination
If you're gonna live the life of old
You've got to drive that Ford like it's a stallion
And you've got to wear your heart just like a gun
The old man said

The boy walked out with a new found hero
The boy, well he walked away a man
And he said there to himself that dusty day way down in Texas
I'm never gonna walk this path again
'Cause the old man said

The boy walked out he was dreaming of wild times
When old cowboys broke down cattle lines
Now those fields are all but gone
But his heart's still free and he rides on

Misguided Angel -Cowboy Junkies

Yeah I said "Momma he's crazy and he scares me
But I want him by my side
Though he's wild and he's bad and sometimes just plain mad
I need him to keep me satisfied"
I said "Papa don't cry cause it's alright
And I see you in some of his ways
Though he might not give me the love that you wanted
I'll love him the rest of my days"

Misguided angel hangin over me
Heart like a Gabriel, pure and white as ivory
Soul like a Lucifer, black and cold like a piece a lead
Misguided angel, love you till I'm dead

I said "Brother speak to me of passion
You said never to settle for nothin less
Well it's in the way he walks, it's in the way he talks
His smile, his anger, and his kisses"
Yeah I said "Sister don't you understand?
He's all I ever wanted in a man
I'm tired of sittin round the t.v. every night
Hoping I'm finding a Mister Right"

Misguided angel hangin over me
Heart like a Gabriel, pure and white as ivory
Soul like a Lucifer, black and cold like a piece a lead
Misguided angel, love you till I'm dead

He says "Baby don't listen to what they say
There comes a time when you'll have to break away"
He says "Baby there are things we all cling to all our lives
It's time to let them go and become my wife"

Misguided angel hangin over me
Heart like a Gabriel, pure and white as ivory
Soul like a Lucifer, black and cold like a piece a lead
Misguided angel, love you till I'm dead

American Pie- Don McLean

A long, long time ago, I can still remember how that music used to make me smile. And I knew that if I had my chance that I could make those people dance, and maybe they'd be happy for awhile.
But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep in side
The day the music died

So bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
and good ole boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day thatI die.. This'll be the day that I die
Did you write the book the book of love?
And do you have faith in God above, if the Bible tells ya so?
And do you believe in rock 'n roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well I know that your in love with him, cause I saw ya dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
And I dig those rythmic blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck, with a pink carnation and a pick-up truck. But I knew that I was outta luck
The day the music died
I started singin' bye, bye, Miss American Pie. Drove my chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
and good ole boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye singin' this'll be the day the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die.

Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the King and Queen in a coat he borrowed from James Deen
And a voice that came from you and me.
and while the King was lookin' down the Jester stole his thorny crown. The court room was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx.. The courtif practiced in the park.. And we sang diurges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singin' bye, bye Mrs. American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
and good ole boys were drinkin whiskey and rye singin' This'll be the day that I die.. This'll be the day that I die

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off for the fall-out shelter
Eight miles high and fallin' fast
And landin' foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass, but the jester, on the sidelines, in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume. While the sergeants played a marching tune, We all got up to dance
But we never got the chance
Cause the players tried to take the field, but the marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed, the day the music died???
We started singin' bye,bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
and good ole boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye singin This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Ohh, and then there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on Jack be nimble Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
Cause, fire is the devil's only friend
and as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the planes climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day, the music died
We were singin' bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
and good ole boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues, I asked her for some happy news
She just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store where I'd heard the music years before
but the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men that I admire most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost, they took the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singin, bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
and good ole boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye, singin' this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die
they were singin, bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
and good ole boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye, singin' this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die

Sympathy for the Devil- Rolling Stones

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

I stuck around St. Petersberg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
What's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah

I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the Gods they made

I shouted out
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
It was you and me

Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadors
Who get killed before they reached Bombay

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name,
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners Saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint

So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

The Future- Leonard Cohen

Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!

Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant

You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder

Things are going to slide ...

There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and the white man dancing
You'll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'

Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is murder

Things are going to slide ...

When they said REPENT REPENT ...

Touch Of Grey- Grateful Dead

Must be getting early clocks are running late
Faint light of themorning sky looks so phony
Dawn is breaking everywhere light a candle curse the glare
Draw the curtains I don't care cuz it's alright

I will get by I will get by
I will get by I will survive

I see you've got your fist out say your piece and get out
Yes I get the gist of it but it's alright
Sorry that you feel that way the only there is to say
Every silver lining's got a touch of grey

I will get by I will get by
I will get by I will survive

It's a lesson to me the eagles and the beggars and the seas
The ABC's we all must face try to keep a little grace

It's a lesson to me the deltas and the east and the freeze
The ABC's we all think of and try to win a little love

I know the rent is in arrears the dog has not been fed in years
It's even worse than it appears but it's alright
Cows giving kerosene kid can't read at seventeen
The words he knows are all obscene but it's alright

I will get by I will get by
I will get by I will survive

The shoe is on the hand that fits there's really nothing much to it
Whistle through your teeth and spit cuz it's alright
Oh well a touch of grey kinda suits you anyway
And that was all I had to say and it's alright

I will get by I will get by
I will get by I will survive

We will get by we will get by
we will get by we will survive

We will get by we will get by
we will get by we will survive

Tom Ames' Prayer-Steve Earle

Everyone in Nachadoches knew Tom Ames
Would come to some bad end
'Cause the sherrif caught him stealin chickens and such
By the time that he was ten
One day his Daddy took a ten dollar bill
And tucked it in his hand
He said I know that you're headed for trouble son
Your Mama wouldn't understand
So he took his Dad's money and his brother's old bay
And he left without a word of thanks
He fell in with this crowd in some border town
And he took to robbin' banks

Outside the law your luck'll run out fast
A few years came and went
'Til he's trapped in an alley in Abilene
With all but four shells spent
And he realized prayin' was the only thing
That he had never tried
Well he wasn't sure that he knew quite how
But he looked up to the sky,
He said you don't owe you me nothing and as far as I know Lord
I don't owe nothing to you
I ain't askin' for a miracle Lord
Just a little bit of luck'll do
And you know I ain't never prayed before
Because it always seemed to me
That prayin's the same as beggin' Lord
I don't take no charity

Right now Lord with my back to the wall
I can't help but recall
How they nearly hung me for stealin' a horse
In Fort Smith Arkansas
Judge Parker said guilty and the gavel came down
Just like a cannon shot
I went away quietly
I began to file the plot
They sent the preacher on down to the cell
He said the Lord is your only hope
He's the only friend you're gonna have, son
When you hit the end of Parker's rope
And I guess he could've kept on preachin' 'til Christmas
But he turned his back on me
I put a homemade blade to that golden throat
Asked the deputy for the key

And it ain't the first trouble I've seen before
As you already know
I had some help from you Lord and the devil himself
It's been strictly touch-and-go
Yeah but who in the hell am I talking to?
There ain't no one here but me
So he cocked both his pistols and he spit in the dirt
And he walked out into that street

Yellow Rose of Texas (Version 1)

There's a yellow rose in Texas That I am going to see,
Nobody else could miss her, Just half as much as me.
She cried so when I left her, It like to broke my heart,
And if I ever find her We never more will part.

She's the sweetest little rosebud
That Texas ever knew,
Her eyes are bright as diamonds,
They sparkle like the dew.

You can talk about your Clementine
And sing of Rosa Lee,
But the Yellow Rose of Texas
Is the only gal for me.

When the Rio Grande is flowing, And the starry skies are bright
She walks along the river In the quiet summer night
She thinks if I remember, When we parted long ago,
I promised to come back again And not to leave her so.

O, now I'm going to find her,
For my heart is full of woe,
And we'll sing the songs together,
That we sung long ago;
We'll play the banjo gaily,
And we'll sing the songs of yore,
And the Yellow Rose of Texas
Will be mine forevermore.

Yellow Rose of Texas (Version 2)

Oh, my feet are torn and bloody, and my heart is full of woe,
I'm going back to Geor-gee, to find my Uncle Joe;
You may talk about your Beauregard, and sing of General Lee,
But the gallant Hood of Texas, he played hell in Tennessee.