Well an airplane’s faster than a Cadillac
And a whole lot smoother than a camel’s back
But I don’t care how you get to me
Just get to me
Parasail or first class mail
Get on the back of a Nightingale
Just get to me I don’t care just get to me
Prokeds, mopeds take a limousine instead
They ain’t cheap but they’re easy to find
Get on the highway point yourself my way
Take a roller coaster that comes in sideways
Just get to me - yeah
Go on hitch a ride on the back
of a butterfly
There’s no better way to fly
To get to me
I look around at what I got
And without you, it ain’t a lot
But I got every, with you, everything
Maybe you could pollinate over the
Golden Gate
Take a left hand turn at the corner
Of Haight
And then a sharp right
At the first street light
And get yourself on a motor bike
And if you think you’ll get stuck in a
traffic jam
That’s fine, send yourself through a telephone line
It doesn’t matter how you get to me
Just get to me
Cause after every day
The wind blows the night time my way
And I imagine that you are
Above me like a star
And you keep on glowing
And you keep on showing me the way
SHINE SHINE SHINE
Things worked out better than we had planned
Capital from boy, woman and man
We were like ink and paper
Numbers on a calculator
Knew arithmetic so well
Working overtime completed what was assigned
We had to multiply ourselves
A bouncing little baby
A shiny copper penny
And he spent himself
Would not listen to us
But when he lost his appetite
He lost his weight in friends
Baby became a fat nickel so fast
Then came puberty
Exponentially
Soon our boy became a million
People loved him so
And helped him to grow
Everyone knew the thing that was best
Of course, he must invest
A penny won’t do
But he made us proud
He made us rich
But how were we to know
He’s counterfeit
Now everything’s ruined
Well they’re building a gallows outside my cell I’ve got 25 minutes to go
And the whole town’s waitin’ just to hear me yell I’ve got 24 minutes to go
Well they gave me some beans for my last meal I’ve got 23 minutes to go
But nobody asked me how I feel I’ve got 22 minutes to go
Well I sent for the governor and the whole dern bunch with 21 minutes to go
And I sent for the mayor but he’s out to lunch I’ve got 20 more minutes to go
Then the sheriff said boy I gonna watch you die got 19 minutes to go
So I laughed in his face and I spit in his eye got 18 minutes to go
Now hear comes the preacher for to save my soul with 13 minutes to go
And he’s talking bout’ burnin’ but I’m so cold I’ve 12 more minutes to go
Now they’re testin’ the trap and it chills my spine 11 more minutes to go
And the trap and the rope aw they work just fine got 10 more minutes to go
Well I’m waitin’ on the pardon that’ll set me free with 9 more minutes to go
But this is for real so forget about me got 8 more minutes to go
With my feet on the trap and my head on the noose got 5 more minutes to go
Won’t somebody come and cut me loose with 4 more minutes to go
I can see the mountains I can see the skies with 3 more minutes to go
And it’s to dern pretty for a man that don’t wanna die 2 more minutes to go
I can see the buzzards I can hear the crows 1 more minute to go
And now I’m swingin’ and here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!
"There’s no time for us
There’s no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams yet slips away
from us
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever?
There’s no chance for us
It’s all decided for us
This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever?
Who dares to love forever?
When love must die
But touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips
And we can have forever
And we can love forever
Forever is our today
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever?
Forever is our today
Why so suprised arendt? Did you not know…he is Monooq! You would do well to join the Monooqist masses crowding outside your door right now crying out your name to join them…
Man, if you know this song I will give you money… Runrig- the Gaelic collection “The apple came downâ€
Life support genius at the end of time, the greatest living plane align, a breath of transmatter of a fallen star, the power, the sun, that reaches far.
The apple came down and had to fall, where men grew wise and minds grew small, Newton and Adam, lost and found, the apple must fall to the ground. (refrain)
[insert creative rhyming sentence]It’s a race against time, the cities close, he can lose his mind, like he lost his body here on planet earth, and holds the key to the universe.
A mighty spark to keep him there, triggered by power, wired to pain, direct inject pleasure when the going gets rough, don’t believe in god and all that stuff.
Good song, but i wouldn’t DIE for it, wouldn’t die for anything right now. I like Green Day and Lincoln park…harder rock and heavy metal, etc. (never even heard of most of your songs, Bob Dylan shudder [I know how that 1 goes]).
Here’s one for TUM to die over. Its called “Suicide Chump,” written by Frank Zappa.
You say there ain’t no use in livin�
It’s all a waste of time
'n you wanna throw your life away, well
People that’s just fine
Go ahead on 'n get it over with then
Find you a bridge 'n take a jump
Just make sure you do it right the first time
'cause nothin’s worse than a suicide
Chump
You say there ain’t no light a-shinin�
Through the bushes up ahead
'n we’re all gonna be so sorry
When we find out you are dead
Go head on and get it over with then
Find you a bridge 'n take a jump
Just make sure you do it right the first
Time
'cause nothin’s worse than a suicide
Chump
Now maybe you’re scared of jumpin�
'n poison makes you sick
'n you want a little attention
'n you need it pretty quick
Don’t wanna mess your face up
Or we won’t know if it’s you
Aw there’s just so much to worry about
Now what you gonna do?
Go head on �n get it over with then
Go head on �n get it over with then
Go head on �n get it over with then
Go head on �n get it over with then
You�re on the bridge;
Scared to leap,
But a girl walks over
To take a peep…
She says: “don�t do it!”
But wouldn�t you know…
The girl got a head
Like a buffalo
With a little red hair
All over the top
An� her breath would make the
Traffic stop
She says “i love you…
But first, let�s eat!”
And all you can say as you run down the
Street
Is…
(I started to replace the “?'s” with apostrophes, but there’s too damn many…fuck it)
TUM, are you still kickin’, dude. Listen to Mr. Zappa, he’ll straighten you out. You don’t wanna be that Chump, do you?
Palestrina’s “Sicut Cervus” – when done correctly – can be so beautiful it hurts: I could just feel it re-ordering the passions of my rock-warped soul.
Sicut cervus desiderat fontes aquarum
“As the deer longs for running streams”
Runrig- the Gaelic collection “The apple came downâ€
.