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| (Whatcha gonna do) When it's your time |
| 2009-03-31 11:10:35 |
Whatcha gonna do when it's your timeAre you gonna reach up to the heavensAre you gonna surf the waves of lightAre you gonna break down like your sevenAre you gonna embrace the after lifeAre you gonna open up your heartAre you gonna let your spirit fly awayAre you gonna freak out and fall apartOr are you gonna welcome a brand new dayAre you gonna ride the wings of PhoenixSurrounded by a pack of dovesCan you forgive the world it's meannessAnd radiate like the sun your loveWho's gonna be their by your sideHow many have you deeply touchedHow many did you cast asideFor reasons that don't amount to much...
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| Less is More at the Freak Shangri-La |
| 2009-03-31 11:06:11 |
Tappin' into the cosmic dialectSpeaking in tongues can be so circumspectToo many options for lounge chair diatribeAnd fractals of light from heaven fall in my eyesSometimes we teeter on vagabondWe jump a train on the cerebral pondThe names of the stations we just can't make outOur feet don't touch and our screams don't shoutThey wear leather jackets when you go undergroundIt's a little edgy but you can dig all the soundsThe innocents they are safe down thereAmongst the tattoos, the piercings and the facial hairA vampire croons while his mascara meltsHis willing slave strains against a pair of beltsThat's how they deal with what as children they sawLess is more at the freak Shangri-LaSome rocks are placed in the shape of a starA farmer sees it and puts his teeth in a jarIn the next town ove...
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| New Depression |
| 2009-03-14 12:38:30 |
Welcome to the New DepressionThank you bankers in your private planesNo worries, our loss is your gainThank you chairmen of the SECthe CIA and CNBCThank you Cheney, thank you RiceThank you Bush, I gotta thank you twiceThank you Bernanke, thank you HankThank you Greenspan you mumbling wankThank you for perfecting the Ponzi schemeAnd assassination of the American dreamThank you for draining all our IRA'sOur property values and our 401(k)'sThank you for your gauges of successAnd for being blind to more is less...
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| Frankenspiel |
| 2009-03-13 21:24:31 |
Some monkey cosmonauts on a mission to MarsMove like tarantulas in broke down carsThey're eating mushrooms and photographing starsAnd mission control is passed out in the barsShe rang the triangle, it was time to eatShe's serving potatoes she peeled with her feetHer hands are busy they're clenching her seatHer husband is swinging from the bedroom sheetSome Burmese pygmies from MandalayWorship shipwrecks from the Bengal BayThey yodel show tunes from CabaretTo summon the sister to Ascension DayFeeling pensive at the rodeoHis pants are baggy, he has a Jewish noseHe don't like country, he says NASCAR blowsHe thinks bull is a market, he likes to paint his toesHe follows Fibonacci to place his tradesHe checks retracement using Elliot WavesHe's big on charting how people behaveHis wife slips out ...
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| Song: Change the World |
| 2009-02-07 22:28:45 |
You can volunteer for a political starYou can ride a bicycle instead of a carYou can march on the capital all day longYou can forgive someone who's done you wrong...cuzThere's more than one way to change the world (x3)What's yours?Ooh baby, what's yours? (x2)You can join Big Sisters and help a child in needYou can start a blog that exposes greedYou can get political, pick an office and runYou can stick a flower in the end of a gun...cuzThere's more than one way to change the worldYou can go to a nursing home, help the elderly smileYou can run for charity logging many a mileYou can recycle everything you canYou can try to imitate the Son of Man...cuzThere's more than one way to change the worldYou can join the Peace Corps and devote your lifeYou can lend a helping hand to a beaten up wifeYo...
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| Song: Small Potatoes |
| 2009-02-07 22:27:49 |
I'm small potatoes, kick me when I'm downWhy does the tax man chase me all over townWhile the bankers get richer by stealin' all of our dimesFear is the shovel they use to cover up their crimesChorus:And I'm so tired of standing idly byIt's time we sound the battle cryI've gotta do something man, before I dieWhen I look at their pictures and I study their eyesFaces working overtime to cover up their liesThey play us all like evil movie directorsMost of us deny by switching out TV channel selectorsChorusDo we need second houses when there's people on the streetWhen we seem them on the corner their eyes we can't meetThe least among us Lord well they need us the mostTrickle down economics man that bullshit is toastChorusLet's start a non-profit and start buying up landIt's our best defense to...
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| Song: Close Enough |
| 2009-02-07 22:27:34 |
The room was black, like his mindHe was quick to judgement and words unkindDeep depression, it robbed and stoleLike Rowling's dementors, it sucked his soulAnd he had not yet accepted youHe has not been close enough to you my LordShe changed careers, she moved awayBut the trap was set and she was the baitYou can run real fast and you can run real farBut wherever you go, there you areAnd she had not yet accepted youShe has not been close enough to you my LordRome was burning, he became a pariahHe had nowhere to turn so he turned to the messiahHe was introduced to service to othersHe saw other people as his sisters and brothers'When he first felt the love from youHe has not been close enough to you my LordYou flipped my lid, you bathed me in lightYou plotted a course for me that was good and ...
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| Song: The Human Experiment |
| 2009-02-07 22:26:59 |
He stepped to the podium with the gravest of facesHis eyes scanned the old church and he mourned the empty spacesThey wanted to know if the rumours were trueOutside the wind howled and the tumbleweeds blewWhen he got up the courage, the courage to speakHis voice it was tremblin' and his knees they was weakHe said I wish I was a liar or a joker or a fakerCuz the rest of mankind has met with their makerThey sat there in shock and began to reflectabout all the wars and the planet they wreckedTornadoes were twistin', hurricanes a blowin'Earthquakes a shakin' and temperatures growin'A boy stood up with dirty smudges on his faceHis shirt was torn but he had a certain graceHe said I'm not gonna sit here and just swallow this messI'm bravin' the wind and the rain and I'm gonna addressHe fought wit...
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| The Legend of Yuell Lee Swinney |
| 2009-02-07 22:26:44 |
Yuell Lee Swinney was a railroad manHe was a giant standing six foot tenDid the work of two men shovelin' coalFrom Texarkana down to SeminoleHe lived on a dirt road off of Route 82In a shack he made from timber and glueHe hunted prey wearing animal skinsBigfoot's been seen in Boggy Creek againAfter he killed and ate the critters round his shackIt was time for Yuell Lee to ramp up his attackHe took down livestock down in Foulke, ArkansasCovered up his tracks with a three fingered clawOne night in May of 1941Yuell Lee was shot at by some hunters with a gunHe tracked them down and killed them in their sleepWhen he crossed that line Lord he crossed it for keepsHe staked out make out spots and quiet lovers lanesHappy young couples just drove him insaneAt full moons he shot his thirty two revolv...
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