[sttb]

neil youngs got best. i'd rather be burnout than fade away

[shiva boy]

Title: Live Again
Artist: Sevendust
Album : Seasons

Feeling Nothing
Lonely Empty
You try to walk away but you fall
You cannot understand what's this for

In this world I see it more
The pain you feel that I ignore

You see my face and then you see
nothin'
Confused. you turn and live on
I turn my face
You're staring back again
Look at yourself and live again

Can't see me. you feel me
Want me. you'll find me
I'll be your everything
Will you call
You'll need more & more
When you fall

In this world I see it more
The pain you feel that I ignore

You see my face and then you see
nothing
Confused. you turn and live on
I turn my face
You're staring back again
Look at yourself and live again

How many times have you looked
At yourself & felt mistreated
How does it feel to know that
This life of yours is real
All of your life you've been led
To believe your nothin'
So look at yourself and start to live
again

You see my face and then you see
nothing
Confused you turn and live on
I turn my face
You're staring back again
Look at yourself and live again

If you don't change you'll be nothin'

So look at yourself and live again

I turn my face
You're staring back again

So look at yourself and live again

[I.M. Boggled]

Amish Paradise

(Wierd Al Yankovich having a bit fun with the lyrics of Coolio's song "Gangsta's Paradise")


As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
I take a look at my wife and realize she's very plain
But that's just perfect for an Amish like me
You know, I shun fancy things like electricity
At 4:30 in the morning I'm milkin' cows
Jebediah feeds the chickens and Jacob plows... fool
And I've been milkin' and plowin' so long that
Even Ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone
I'm a man of the land, I'm into discipline
Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin
But if I finish all of my chores and you finish thine
Then tonight we're gonna party like it's 1699

We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
I've churned butter once or twice
Living in an Amish paradise
It's hard work and sacrifice
Living in an Amish paradise
We sell quilts at discount price
Living in an Amish paradise

A local boy kicked me in the butt last week
I just smiled at him and turned the other cheek
I really don't care, in fact I wish him well
'Cause I'll be laughing my head off when he's burning in hell
But I ain't never punched a tourist even if he deserved
An Amish with a 'tude? You know that's unheard of
I never wear buttons but I got a cool hat
And my homies all I agree I look good in black... fool

If you come to visit, you'll be bored to tears
We haven't even paid the phone bill in 300 years
But we ain't really quaint, so please don't point and stare
We're just technologically impaired

There's no phone, no lights, no motorcar
Not a single luxury
Like Robinson Caruso
It's as primitave as can be

We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
We're just plain and simple guys
Living in an Amish paradise
There's no time for sin and vice
Living in an Amish paradise
We don't fight, we all play nice
Living in an Amish paradise

Hitchin' up the buggy, churnin' lots of butter
Raised a barn on Monday, soon I'll raise another
Think you're really rightous? Think you're pure in heart?
Well, I know I'm a million times as humble as thou art
I'm the pious guy the little Amlettes wanna be like
On my knees day and night scorin' points for the afterlife
So don't be vain and don't be whiny
Or else, my brother, I might just have to get medieval on your heinie

We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
We're all crazy Mennonites
Living in an Amish paradise
There's no cops or traffic lights
Living in an Amish paradise
But you'd probably think it bites
Living in an Amish paradise

[JohnBudd]

Sitting in a White Castle with my pals back in 1973, when they had those indivdual juke boxes at each table. Two song titles from that fateful day have never left me.

1. I got $10, and I am wearing a clean white shirt.
2. My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus.

Is it country or western??

Modern times....Bruce Cockburn....Pacing the Cage
John Lennon........Instant Karma
John Lennon........Imagine

Beatles
Magical Mystery Tour

The Fool on the Hill

Day after day
alone on a hill
the man with the foolish grin
is keeping perfectly still
but nobody wants to know him
they can see that he's just a fool
and he never gives an answer

But the fool on the hill
sees the sun going down
and the eyes in his head
see the world spinning round

Well on the way
head in a cloud
the man of a thousand voices
talking perfectly loud

But nobody ever hears him
or the sounds he appears to make
and he never seems to notice

But the fool on the hill
sees the sun going down
and the eyes in his head
see the world spinning round

And nobody seems to like him
they can tell what he wants to do
and he never shows his feelings

But the fool on the hill
sees the sun going down
and the eyes in his head
see the world spinning round

He never listens to them
he knows that they're the fools
they don't like him

The fool on the hill
sees the sun going down
and the eyes in his head
see the world spinning round

[mybeans420]

- Paul Simon -
The Sound of Silence
"Wednesday Morning 3A.M.", 1964


Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

[LeeroyJackson]

Band- Blind Melon
Album- Self Titled
Song- Seed to a tree

Lyrics-

As I shit, I sit and wonder why
My floor is so cold and my back broken tired
But life is good, even though it won't be long
With a candle comes emotions that
Dance with the shadows on my wall

What were you thoughts, as they
Were flying through your mind
Compared to what you feel from
The bars your now behind

If they could speak, what do you think
They would say to you?
I do believe you'd been better
Off if you'd just told the truth

Never had a problem till I stood face to face with me
And I wish there was a way for me to go inside so I could see
All the faces of the people who have torn a piece of me
As I grew from a seed to a tree

Can you feel the power of the eye
That's hidden away 5 feet from where we lie
What do you taste, when you take a drink of me
Is it to much for me to ask if I asked you to leave
Please just leave 'cause I want to be alone

There's a fine line between love and my feelings for you
High time I washed it all away
Unkind, I watch your future burn before you
Denied, a chance of any love in your life
And I ask you one time..Why?

Band - (hed) p.e.
Album - (hed) p.e.
Title - Firsty

come on..
yeah, you want me to give a show? well i don't really want to
you want me to impress? well i don't really need to
and who the f*ck are you? where the f*ck did you come from?
and if you wanted to be that nigga, you shoulda filled out an application
you want me to face a crowd? well i don't really feel like it
so you want me to jump around? well i am not amused
and who the f*ck are you, f*cking my life to me, yeah, i see you f*ckin' with my demons, laughin and screamin
lookin for the truth and the meaning

chorus
you must be confused, you must be confused, you must be confused
if you think i give a f*ck, you must be confused if you think i give a f*ck, if you think i give a f*ck
say what this brotha don't give a f*ck
save your breath, save your breath, save your breath
for someone who really doooes give a flyin' f*ck

you want me to be ethical?
you want me to be moral?
you want me to smile?
you want me to be normal? well i am not professional
you want me to sing, you want me to play, you want me to believe
well f*ck that sh*t, that sh*t ain't me

chorus
you must be confused, you must be confused, you must be confused
if you think i give a f*ck, you must be confused if you think i give a f*ck, if you think i give a f*ck
say what this nigga don't give a f*ck
save your breath, save your f*cking breath, save your breath

Band - Rush

Album - Hold Your Fire

Song - Second Nature

A memo to a higher office
Open letter to the powers that be
To a god, a king, a head of state
A captain of industry
To the movers and the shakers...
Can't everybody see?

It ought to be second nature
I mean, the places where we live
Let's talk about this sensibly
We're not insensitive
I know progress has no patience
But something's got to give

I know you're different
You know I'm the same
We're both too busy
To be taking the blame
I'd like some changes
But you don't have the time
We can't go on thinking
It's a victimless crime
No one is blameless
But we're all without shame
We fight the fire while we're feeding the flames

Folks have got to make choices
And choices got to have voices
Folks are basically decent
Conventional wisdom would say
But we read about the exceptions
In the papers every day

It ought to be second nature
At least, that's what I feel
Now I lay me down in Dreamland
I know perfect's not for real
I thought we might get closer
But I'm ready to make a deal

Today is different, and tomorrow the same
It's hard to take the world the way that it came
Too many rapids keep us sweeping along
Too many captains keep on steering us wrong
It's hard to take the heat
It's hard to lay blame
To fight the fire while we're feeding the flames


Peace!

Puff, the Magic Dragon

Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee.
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff, oh

Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee.
Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee.

Together they would travel on boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail
Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came
Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name, oh

CHORUS

A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys
Painted wings and giants's rings make way for other toys.
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane.
Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave
So, Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave, oh


By Peter Yarrow and Leonard Tipton On Peter, Paul & Mary's
MOVING, IN CONCERT, and 10 YEARS.