Uku Meri's

Lyric sheet

Thirteen year boy with gun in hand
Sat in his room, parents didn't understand
Peer group outcast
Best friend-MTV, denied
Last outlet, broken strand
Writes suicide note...aimed at peers
Sorrow or laughter...the latter is revealed
Taunted in school...a neurotic son
Shoots out his brains...with papa's gun...

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Teenage lad in his pool of blood
Wouldn't let go of his boom box stereo
Jealous mugger took his life
Boy wouldn't give up the world he got
Radio deejays...his only friends
Last link to earth...Transmissions: Defend!
Radio gone, so is his life
His world of one, lost to a knife...

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Wall Street tycoon perched high on the ledge
Another big crash put him over the edge
Cannot face life without colossal funds
No way out except to take his plunge
Ticker-tapes, computer screens
Betrayed this man and his dreams
His bankrolls gone, his lifestyle ends
He cannot change or make amends...

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SPECIAL ASSIGNMENT
 

You sit back and stare: "What can you do for me?"
I glare back and ask: "What must be done?"
Came here on promise of Swiss securities,
Payment in cash is no longer done.

*(Chorus)
Special Assignment, Special Assignment, ...
Give me the part and give me the odds
Special Assignment

>(Bridge)
Pose as a leader, sneak as a spy,
Capture the target or falter and die!
Instinct on edge, danger is near,
Senses are tingling, vision is clear...

Comforts of life mean little to me,
The world is a jungle: fight with your teeth!
Power and lust reign as the goals,
I take one by one, increase threefold...

[Repeat] * Chorus & > Bridge]

Knock off the president, detonate the bomb!
I name my price and you name the harm...
It's all gonna end soon if I get my way,
I'll be in Tahiti while you're blown away!
You’re blown away, you’re blown away, you’re ~

IT'S A CRIME

They let killers out in the streets-
No room in the jails so they go scot-free
The slumlords turning off the heat-
Get outta their dump or freeze between the sheets
Violence is role model on television screens-
The way to get attention- headlines for the teens
It's a crime what people do for fun-
But war is all right - WITH TORTURE AND GUNS

IT'S A CRIME
* It's a Crime, It’s a Crime, It’s a ~

Protestors and prostitutes sent off to jail
Along with poor people who can't make bail
Teamster bosses pocket union dues
The Workers suffer and SING THE BLUES
Interior Secretary strip-mines Our land-
Raping Nature for Money- IT'S OUTTA OUR HANDS!
Big business makin' money hand over fist-
Breakin' the Law, POLITICIANS DO THEIR TWIST
We sweat and toil and break our backs-
While 'ol Uncle Sam makes off with our checks
The Moral Minority bans free speech-
TEACH NOT TO QUESTION- abide by Their Beliefs
Believe in The Man nailed in the hands
He died for Your sins, DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?
If you don't believe in what They preach-
Best go undercover, t'y'all'a lesson they'll teach-

IT'S A CRIME
* It's a Crime, It’s a Crime, It’s a ~
* It's a Crime, It’s a Crime, It’s a ~

Control by the few in the land of the many-
Skim the cream off the top and throw out the pennies
Separate and unequal 'round the African horn
If you're white you get the diamonds-
IF YOU'RE BLACK YOU GET THE SCORN
People are starvin' right here in the cities
Shuttin' down the farms- the Land of Plenty is a pity
The money we're taxed doesn't help one bit
Instead of helpin' our people- WE WALLOW IN SHIT!
We The People of this great nation-
Put an Actor in Power, BIGGEST BLUNDER SINCE CREATION(!)
He spends fifty grand for a coffee machine,
ALWAYS ON VACATION, losing track of Our Green ($!)
While terrorists attack the unsuspecting-
FLY THE FRIENDLY SKIES- they're left for undertaking
A bunch of crazies runnin' 'round the plane
Shoutin' at the people- tryin' to blow out their brains

IT'S A CRIME
* It's a Crime, It’s a Crime, It’s a ~

COLD WAR

Everybody's talkin' 'bout the way we're gonna die,
Not me, 'cause I'm gonna live...
Got too much behind me, got too many plans,
Gone so far yet no where at all...
People talk about givin' up,
Say goodbye to hopes and dreams...
What's the point, what's the sense of
Doomsday psychology?

* Can't give up now- It's a cold war...

Right wing wants to cut off the left,
Fearing it may fly away...
Hawks starving doves on domestic soils,
To defend what little is wasting away...
Men send boys out to the battlefield,
What's the fighting for?
"My country wants me to become a martyr,
For their glory of war..."

* It's a cold war- Are we another race of dinosaur?

The Almighty Dollar reigns,
As we rape the planet and destroy ourselves
With acid rain and radiation,
Poison water and the deadly air...
...And we wonder why
There's teenage suicide,
When there's nothing left
For their future's dreams...

* Can't give up now- Cause it's a cold war
Are we another race of dinosaur? It's a cold war...

GREAT PUMPKIN

(I'm waiting for The Great Pumpkin...)

According to my calculations,
Mystic demons sent vibrations...
The End is near, I won't go far,
Waiting for The Great Pumpkin.

I live and breathe for The Day,
It's less than thirty years away,
When it comes a New Age begins,
The Age of the Great Pumpkin.

In this new jerUSAlem,
I find the spots where He will land,
Predetermined from Olden Times-
Time for the Great Pumpkin.

I pray and pray for this Day
In my rooftop shanty hideaway,
My Lord & Master lets me sin-
While waiting for the Great Pumpkin.

HUMAN SUSHI (#) HUMAN SUSHI (#)

I want something' good to eat
A choice delectable human treat
I want something' tasting' nice
Laying on a bed of rice

* Human Sushi ...

Catch you between the sheets
This time we’re gonna play for keeps
Beni Hana by the slice
A tasty meal at any price

* Human Sushi ...

Sushi swimming' past my door
Wanna feast right on the floor
Human Sushi tastes so fine
Gotta have some all the time

* Human Sushi ...

I met a girl named Lolita, 
I never tasted sushi sweeter
Human meat my cup of tea
And I'm not even Japanese!

HOLD NO GRUDGE

It amazes me... sometimes...
what you do, what you do, what you do.
I get burned by it... sometimes...
what can I do?
I make plans... sometimes...
that involve you
And I'm by myself... sometimes...
because of you (what can I do?)

[Chorus]
I hold no grudge - wish you wouldn't do these things to me,
I hold no grudge - though I'm pushed to my limits,
I hold no grudge - in a while the pain will all go away,
I hold no grudge - it must be love...

It amazes me... sometimes... I know you well.
I don't know why... sometimes... time will tell...
You take your time... sometimes... you take mine-
Thru time our vow... this time... will you be mine?

[repeat Chorus] 

FALL INTO PLACE

* [chorus] Fall into place, please fall into place

I have collected my jigsaw pieces
And I'm still puzzled if they
Fit all together or if
Sections are missing
Sections are...

* [chorus] Fall into place, please fall into place

I've been on this Meri-go-round
Chasing shadows
But this time 'round
I can follow the light
I can follow The Light.

* [chorus] Fall into place, please fall into place

I think I've matched the curves and the corners ~

NUCLEAR WAR

Where you gonna be
When they drop the bomb on you?
Will you be away
Or will you be in school?
Will you be at work?
Maybe on the phone ?
Visiting at friends' or
Maybe you'll be home
... For the Nuclear War.

In your house of worship
Praying to your God?
Or in a local tavern,
Sipping on your grog.
...It's the Nuclear War.

So where you gonna be?
Whatcha gonna do?
Where you gonna hide?
It won't do any good!
Where you gonna go?
No one really knows!
It's time to meet Our Maker~

EXCUSES

[chorus]
Excuses
everybody’s got ‘em
Excuses
everybody’s got ‘em and they aren’t very pretty.

I call you
We arrange a time and destination.
When the time is here
You call it off or disappear.
We set it up again
But it falls thru in the end,
Yes it falls thru in the end.

[Bridge]
S-s-something always comes up,
N-n-nothing goes down-down.
P-p-put away another face (now)
Excuses coming' 'round-'round-'round.

[Chorus]
Excuses (are like [assholes] )
Everybody's got 'em and they aren't very pretty.

This that, another thing-
The telephone rings- you talk for hours.
Try to get thru- to rendezvous
Trying' to get thru is impossible with you!
(So) We set it up again-
But it falls thru in the end,
Yes it falls thru in the end.

[repeat Bridge]

[Chorus]
Excuses (are like [assholes] )
Everybody's got 'em and they aren't very pretty.
Excuses (are like [armpits] )
Everybody's got 'em and they aren't smellin’ pretty.
Excuses (are like [b.o.] )
Everybody's got it and it’s really very stinky.
Excuses (are like [assholes] )
Everybody's got 'em and they aren't very pretty.

AUTOMANYK

Caught in the circle
Tied in the game of meager existence.
Time to step off,
Break Shackle and Chains
Turn on Machines~

[chorus]
Man and Machines live in my dreams
Man and Machines work in this scheme
Those who chose the beaten path
May say this music's "cheap".
They take small steps sideways
Whilst I must stray and leap
Into spaces not explored ~
To where fewer have gone
This is where I'm steered to beckon
It's a Auto- manic song.

Born into the Space Age
Technology I weaned
Can't buy orchestra
- but can circuitry.

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SKIRTING THE ISSUES

Skirting the issues and missing the points and
briefed before their speeches to help them with their bluffs
hot air exhaust from rhetoric generators
called political machines come forth figureheads
brandishing accusations and allegations
yet not offering viable alternatives of their own
while it's government for the people
this hierarchy thru manipulation of the masses
speak of "for the good of the people"
while leaving the majority of the masses
out in the cold
so that their fraternity of fat cats
annex more of the distribution of power and wealth
and this does not stop there as
religious groups oppressing the Constitution
by eliminating the separation of Church and State
inflicting their anti-freedom viewpoints and
discrimination along racial, sexual, and religious lines
so that all should follow their narrow path
and not allow free thought,
as that may be perverse to their goals

so you've started on the wrong foot
and instead of overcoming adverse conditions
you run and run and run
until you create your own little nook
where you set your own rules
and hide from the bombast
to control your own situations
but get confrontations with your allegations
until your nook eclipses outside stimulations
and expectations and situations lead to depression
which stem from your unhappiness in dealing with
the issues at hand - the world at large

RESISTANCE FIGHTER

Big brother is getting wary
Of all who may betray
"There seems to be more these days...
Brutalize, they will learn OUR way...
Learn OUR ways..."

*[chorus]
Resistance fighter, Freedom Fighter, Resistance Fighter,
Against the odds he follows his heart.

Having all the swords, (seek) control of critic pens
who dare to say,
"Seek them out, send 'em away,
Make Our Gospel all they'll want to say!
All they'll want to say!"

*[repeat Chorus]

Armed militiamen in the streets
Bugs, cameras, spies, and other 'treats'
Paranoia prevails in this Police State,
You're taught to fear and learn to hate...
(Talk is tempting fate...)

"A danger to public order and State security
Is the everyman..."
Who, in the thick-of-night's knock,
Be ushered into no-man's land...
(Siberia?...)

*[chorus]
Resistance fighter, Freedom Fighter,
Resistance Fighter, Metsa poisid^

>[bridge]
The more they run your life, the more the risk they run
Of your standing up to fight, and starting up ~ the guns...
Who are the ones to trust ...
When the wrong one is the one ~ who'll bust (you)?
(You're under arrest...)

+[coda mantra]
WE FIGHT FOR THE FAMILY OF MAN!

TRANSMISSIONS (2)

Monkey see and monkey do
The evil within knows how to construe
Copycat versions of what was seen
on TV news and movie screens

Shoot the ones that laughed at you
Your cries for help did not get thru.
You said things that fell on deaf ears
You take revenge on your hated peers.

Transmissions abound in this day and age
The latest gismos are the current rage
Satellite dishes, cable TV
Internet chat rooms, beepers for free.

Cellular phones are in the cars
Drivers talking, not watching roads
Distracting chat comes thru the line
Accidents happen all of the time

except (#) music by Uku Meri and words by Koko, Milo, Uku, & DeWitt