Archive for the ‘lyrics’ Category

Lost in the Supermarket

Thursday, June 10th, 2010

I’m all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for the special offer
A guaranteed personality

I wasn’t born so much as I fell out
Nobody seemed to notice me
We had a hedge back home in the suburbs
Over which I never could see

I heard the people who lived on the ceiling
Scream and fight most scarily
Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling
That’s how it’s been all around me

I’m all tuned in I see all the programmes
I save coupons from packets of tea
I’ve got my giants hit discotheque album
I empty a bottle I feel a bit free

Kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls
Making noises for company
Long distance callers make long distance calls
And the silence makes me lonely

– The Clash

California Uber Alles

Tuesday, April 27th, 2010

I am Governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles
And never frowns
Soon I will be president…

Carter Power will soon go away
I will be Fuhrer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in school
Your kids will meditate in school!

California Uber Alles
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Uber Alles California

Zen fascists will control you
100% natural
You will jog for the master race
And always wear the happy face

Close your eyes, can’t happen here
Big Bro’ on white horse is near
The hippies won’t come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay
Mellow out or you will pay!

Now it is 1984
Knock-knock at your front door
It’s the suede/denim secret police
They have come for your uncool niece

Come quietly to the camp
You’d look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don’t you worry, it’s only a shower
For your clothes here’s a pretty flower.

DIE on organic poison gas
Serpent’s egg’s already hatched
You will croak, you little clown
When you mess with President Brown
When you mess with President Brown

- the Dead Kennedys

I’d like to dedicate this post to President Obama.

Phoenix – an old favorite of mine

Wednesday, January 27th, 2010

So this is who I become
When You leave me to myself
A burned-up, hollow, angry, empty shell
An actor on a barren stage
An even-keel with unchanneled rage
Sinking deeper into hell

Bind me to You
Pierce me straight through
Consume me with Your fire
Ravage my heart
Tear me clean apart
And still be my Desire

As I descend it starts again

Sliding down, spiraling
Gasping on the breath of corruption
Fighting undertow
Holding on, realizing
My own hopeless helplessness
Finally letting go

All is madness as the flames engulf me
Oblivion
Refining fire making ashes of this life
Burn, Fire, burn
Clean this holy temple
Resore Your holy Name
In the onslaught of Your love

And now, as gradual as the fall
The dawn of hope
The brilliant sun sending all the shadows fleeing
Sweet daylight
A new man rising from the ashes
Clothed in white, bearing a new name
I leave it all behind and take to flight

– Ace Troubleshooter

I was wrong

Thursday, September 10th, 2009

When I was young, I was so full of fear
I hid behind anger, held back the tears
It was me against the world, I was sure that I’d win
The world fought back, punished me for my sins
I felt so alone, so insecure, I blamed you instead and made sure I was heard

And they tried to warn me of my evil ways
But I couldn’t hear what they had to say

I was wrong, self destruction’s got me again
I was wrong, I realized now that I was wrong
And I think about my loves, well I’ve had a few
I’m sorry that I hurt them, did I hurt you too
I took what I wanted, put my heart on the shelf
How can ya love me when you don’t love yourself

It was me against the world, I was sure that I’d win
The world fought back, punished me for my sins
And they tried to warn me of my evil ways
But I couldn’t hear what they had to say

I grew up fast, I grew up hard
something was wrong from the very start
I was fighting everybody, I was fighting everything
but the only one that I hurt was me
I got society’s blood running down my face
Somebody help me get outta this place
How could someone’s bad luck last so long
until I realized that I was wrong

– Social Distortion

Johnny’s Gonna’ Die

Monday, July 6th, 2009

Johnny always takes more than he needs
Knows a couple chords, knows a couple leads
Johnny always needs more than he takes
Forgets a couple of chords, forgets a couple of breaks
And everybody tells me Johnny is hot
Johnny needs something that he ain’t got

And Johnny’s gonna die
Johnny’s gonna die
Johnny’s gonna die

Everybody stares and everybody hoots
Johnny always needs more than he shoots
Standing by a beach and there ain’t no lake
He’s got friends without no guts, friends that never ache
In New York City, I guess it’s cool when it’s dark
There’s one sure way, Johnny, you can leave your mark

– The Replacements

Who is right?

Saturday, February 21st, 2009

I’m just a loc’d out brother
Com’n straight from S.D.
Just another islander, beaner, wop, minority
Taught to love one antother, all races
All types of colors, different skin, different faces
Can you answer my question, when I ask you who is right?
Racists come in all forms of colors black of white
So take that when I say your hatred s…!
Coming from the H-I-T man, so what’s up?
If you ain’t down with my white brother we ain’t down with you
And if you ain’t down with my clack brother then we ain’t down with
YOU, PUNK, TALKIN’ THAT TRASH,
WHITE TRASH, BLACK TRASH, YOU GET A BACK TO BACK SLAP
You think I’m soft, then you don’t know me
Cause no I don’t play that and I’m definitely not your homie
He’ll take your pride for a long ride, try and hide
You hate my outside, how bout my inside
It’s just me and my boys and we’ll hit ‘em up
Yeah, come on ya’ll, get ‘em up
One for peace, two for love and three for my G-O-D
Yeah, come on ya’ll, get ‘em up
Get your hands up
One for peace, two for love and three for my G-O-D
Now that’s dread to you head for my final conclusion
Straight up acts 10 homes it’s Peter’s vision
So get up Peter, kill and eat
Surely not Lord, this meat is unclean
For my Lord makes nothin’ unclean
Creatures of the world, all beasts and human bein’s
Black or white, who is right?
BLACK OR WHITE
WHO IS RIGHT
Peace and love through my Lord Jesus Christ!
Then Peter began to speak, I now realize how God does not show
Favoritism but accepts man from every nation
Who fear Him and do what is right
Black or white, who is right?

- POD (an oldie but a goodie ;)

This Love

Monday, February 16th, 2009

Through the night and through the storm
Searching for any signs of hope
Some sign of life among the coals
Can anyone hear this

Seduction of a generation
No common threat to overcome
No one’s asking for my blood
Can someone say something please

How much longer can this go on
Safe in slumber for so long
All is well but something’s wrong
Why are you breathing

Revolution is just a word
That loses more each time it’s heard
Won’t mean a thing until it hurts
Is anyone out there

Passion hoping to find someplace safe for it to rise

This love is real it’s pure this love endures
In burning hearts
Taking sides it turns and it divides
It awakens you or you sleep as others do
This love

I’m not a prophet I’m not a priest no sense to lead us to victory
But with everything inside of me I want to know why I’m living
Revolution is just a word it loses more each time it’s heard
But in my little world I watch it burn
And I know why I’m out here

Passion hoping to find someplace safe for it to rise

This love is real it’s pure this love endures
In burning hearts
Taking sides it turns and it divides
It awakens you or you sleep as others do
This love, this love is real

Strength
Hope
Heart
Truth

This strength this hope this heart this truth
This love

–Stavesacre

Chris Rice should get a job.

Friday, February 6th, 2009

Seriously, there is no excuse for this- it’s pure stupidity. Now, to be fair, these are just the lyrics; on the actual recording, he does a fairly good impression of each of these characters. But it must take an incredible amount of “spiritual salesmanship” and shameless hypocrisy to try and turn this into some kind of inspiring Christian message. Not to mention the amount of ammunition it gives to Christian-haters and the anti-rock crowd. Does he really think his Christian fans are so rigid and shallow, that fun makes us feel guilty  unless it’s the most religious and spiritual kind?

Anyway, here are the lyrics:

I was thinkin’ the other day,
“What if cartoons got saved?
They’d start singing praise
In a whole new way…”
Yeah, I was thinkin’ the other day,
“What if cartoons got saved?
They’d start singing praise
In a whole new way…”

Fred and Wilma Flintstone
Sing “Yabba-dabba-do-lu-yah”
Scooby-doo and Shaggy:
“Scooby-dooby-doo-loo-yah”
And the Jetsons’ dog named Astro:
“Rough-ray-roo-loo-yah”

(repeat chorus)

Teenage Mutant Ninga Turtles:
“Cowabunga-loo-yah, Dude!”
Then there’s, “Kermit the Frog here, singing,
High-ho-le-loo-yah”
And that little bald guy, Elmer Fudd:
“How-ay-woo-yah”

(repeat chorus)

Oh that big old moose and his friend Rocky,
“Bullwinkle-loo-yah”
And our favourite bear named Yogi,
“Hey, Boo-Boo-loo-ya”
Then there’s all those little blue guys
And they’d sing, “Hah-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lay-loo-yah”
How about Beavis and that other guy?
“Nah!!”

Now, there’s a point to this looney-tune
I’m not an Anamaniac
But there’s a lot of praisin’ to do
And cartoons weren’t made for that
It’s our job
So, let’s sing hallelujah

Mis-clicking

Thursday, January 15th, 2009

well, i am really tired this morning, and i’ve been clicking on things again, without knowing what they are… so i lost a couple of items: among them, an entire blogpost and the comment that was posted to it. sorry about that. in answer to the comment, though, well, you’re right; it’s a song. it’s by POD and its about how he copes with the death of his mother. (bloody dark) anyways, i adapted it to my situation, and in my particular case, it’s not about someone dying, instead, its about someone you don’t know.

anyways……. i hope y’all can still find my blog for now, since i am working on migrating over to bluehost.

something for nothing

Wednesday, January 7th, 2009

Is screaming… though it’s not my state of mind. Exhaustion or caffeine, or something else means it. Sleepless dreaming. Nothing, is nothing. When I think about it, it becomes something. Don’t even know what I’m thinking. Most of us don’t anyway. Fill my head, with something else. Not voices, not crying. Not thinking. (focus) I don’t want to. Dissipation. Tired of running away. There is nothing. Nothing… my mantra. Twin threads, like DNA, but I can actually hear the subliminal messages. I’m keeping glasses on my desk… for clarity of thought. Trying to stare through the clouds. Give me medicine. Give me focus. Give me desire. Give me more. Something. Another Wednesday and I’m struggling to swim up from the depths of this illusion. Because I keep thinking in circles. Too many “open loops.” Open, screaming, flying, not falling- not anymore. and that’s good. Still, there are so many faces. Maybe I just need a nap.

(how could i ever burden another person with this…?)