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updated–FULL INTERVIEW INCLUDING IMAGINE CTR AD–INTERVIEW WITH JIMMY HILL AND BRIAN DURRANCE OF CAMP TAKE NOTICE – – MONDAY AUG. 20 @ 12:10-12:30AM
HERE IS A 20-MIN INTERVIEW WITH JIMMY & BRIAN FROM CTN/MISSION. WE REVIEW WHAT HAPPENED WHEN THE STATE EVICTED THE CAMPERS, THE FALLOUT AND THE LARGER CONTEXT OF HOUSE-LESSNESS IN WASHTENAW COUNTY.
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AUDIO FILES OF SHOW #3
12:12 AM Flaming Lips “Headache Loop” Hit to Death in the Future Head. Warner Bros.
BANG YOUR HEAD
12:12 AM Prince and the Revolution “Let’s Go Crazy” (Intro) Purple Rain. Warner Bros.
Dearly Beloved: We are gathered here today to get through this thing called life. Electric word life it means forever and that’s a mighty long time but I’m here to tell you. There’s something else. The Afterworld… CUT
12:15 AM The Birthday Party “Mutiny in Heaven” HITS. 4AD
CONNECT…Well I jumped!
and fled this fucken heap on doctored wings
Mah flailin pinions, with splints and rags and crutches!
(damn things nearly hardly flap)
Canker upon canker upon one million tiny punctures
That look like…
Long thin red ribbons draped across the arms of a lil mortal girl
(like a ground -plan of Hell)
Curse these smartin strings! these fucken ruptures!
Enough! enough is enough!
(if this is Heaven ah’m bailin out)
If this is Heaven ah’m bailin out
Ah caint tolerate this ol tin-tub
So fulla trash and rats! Felt one crawl across mah soul
For a seckon there , as thought as wassa back down in the ghetto!
(rats in Paradise! rats in Paradise!)
Ah’m bailin out! there’s a mutiny in Heaven!
Ah wassa born…
And Lord shakin, even then was dumpt into some icy font,
Like some great stinky unclean!
From slum-chuch to slum-church, ah spilt mah heart
To some fat cunt behind a screen…
Evil poppin eye presst up to the opening
He’d slide shut the lil perforated hatch…at night mah body
Blusht
To the whistle of the birch
With a lil practice ah soon learnt to use in on mahself
Punishment?! reward!! punishment?! reward!!
Well, ah tied on…percht on mah bed ah was…
Sticken a needle in mah arm…
Ah tied off! fucken wings burst out mah back
(like ah was cuttin teeth!!)
Ah took off!!!
(rats in Paradise! rats in Paradise!)
There’s a mutiny in Heaven!
Oh lord, ah git down on mah knees
(ah git down on mah knees and start to pray)
Wrapped in mah mongrel wings, ah nearly freeze
In the howlin wind and drivin rain
(all the trash blowin round ‘n’ round)
From slum-heaven into town
Ah take mah tiny pain and rollin back mah sleeve
(roll anna roll anna roll anna roll)
Ah yank the drip outa mah vein! UTOPIATE! ah’m bailin out!
UTOPIATE!
If this is Heaven ah’m bailin out!
Mah threadbare soul teems with vermin and louse
Thoughts come like a plague to the head…in god’s house!
Mutiny in Heaven!
(ars infectio forco Dio)
To the plank!
(rats in Paradise! rats in Paradise!)
Ah’m bailin out!
(hail Hypuss Dermio Vita Rex!)
Hole inna ghetto! hole inna ghetto!
(Scabio Murem per Sanctum…Dio, Dio, Dio)
12:15 AM Gen Douglas MacArthur “Speech to Congress April 19, 1951” Columbia
“The issues are global, and so interlocked that to consider the problems of one sector oblivious to those of another is to court disaster for the whole. While Asia is commonly referred to as the Gateway to Europe, it is no less true that Europe is the Gateway to Asia, and the broad influence of the one cannot fail to have its impact upon the other. There are those who claim our strength is inadequate to protect on both fronts, that we cannot divide our effort. I can think of no greater expression of defeatism.
If a potential enemy can divide his strength on two fronts, it is for us to counter his effort. The Communist threat is a global one.
Its successful advance in one sector threatens the destruction of every other sector. You can not appease or otherwise surrender to communism in Asia without simultaneously undermining our efforts to halt its advance in Europe.”
12:15 AM Neko Case “Deep Red Bells” Blacklisted. Lance Rock
He led you to this hiding place
His lightening threats spun silver tongues
The red bells beckon you to ride
A handprint on the driver’s side
It looks a lot like engine oil and tastes like being poor and small
And Popsicles in the summer
Deep red bells, deep as I’ve been done
Deep red bells, deep as I’ve been done
It always has to come this
Red bells ring this tragic gun
Lost sight of the overpass
The daylight won’t remember her
When speckled fronds raise round your bones
Who took the time to fold your clothes
Who shook the Valley of the Shadow
Deep red bells, deep as I’ve been done
Deep red bells, deep as I’ve been done
Where does this mean world cast its cold eye
Who’s left to suffer long about you
Does your soul cast about like an old paper bag
Past empty lots and early graves
Those like you who lost their way
Murdered on the interstate
While the red bells rang like thunder
Deep red bells, deep as I’ve been done
Deep red bells, deep as I’ve been done
Deep red bells, deep as I’ve been done
12:16 AM Tom Waits “The Road to Peace” Orphans. Anti-
Young Abdel Mahdi (Shahmay) was only 18 years old,
He was the youngest of nine children, never spent a night away from home.
And his mother held his photograph, opening the New York Times
To see the killing has intensified along the road to peace
There was a tall, thin boy with a whispy moustache disguised as an orthodox Jew
On a crowded bus in Jerusalem, some had survived World War Two
And the thunderous explosion blew out windows 200 yards away
With more retribution and seventeen dead along the road to peace
Now at King George Ave and Jaffa Road passengers boarded bus 14a
In the aisle next to the driver Abdel Mahdi (Shahmay)
And the last thing that he said on earth is “God is great and God is good”
And he blew them all to kingdom come upon the road to peace
Now in response to this another kiss of death was visited upon
Yasser Taha, Israel says is an Hamas senior militant
And Israel sent four choppers in, flames engulfed, tears wide open
And it killed his wife and his three year old child leaving only blackened skeletons
It’s found his toddlers bottle and a pair of small shoes and they waved them in front of the cameras
But Israel says they did not know that his wife and child were in the car
There are roadblocks everywhere and only suffering on TV
Neither side will ever give up their smallest right along the road to peace
Israel launched it’s latest campaign against Hamas on Tuesday
Two days later Hamas shot back and killed five Israeli soldiers
So thousands dead and wounded on both sides most of them middle eastern civilians
They fill the children full of hate to fight an old man’s war and die upon the road to peace
“And this is our land we will fight with all our force” say the Palastinians and the Jews
Each side will cut off the hand of anyone who tries to stop the resistance
If the right eye offends thee then you must pluck it out
And Mahmoud Abbas said Sharon had been lost out along the road to peace
Once Kissinger said “we have no friends, America only has interests”
Now our president wants to be seen as a hero and he’s hungry for re-election
But Bush is reluctant to risk his future in the fear of his political failures
So he plays chess at his desk and poses for the press 10,000 miles from the road to peace
In the video that they found at the home of Abdel Mahdi (Shahmay)
He held a Kalashnikov rifle and he spoke with a voice like a boy
He was an excellent student, he studied so hard, it was as if he had a future
He told his mother that he had a test that day out along the road to peace
The fundamentalist killing on both sides is standing in the path of peace
But tell me why are we arming the Israeli army with guns and tanks and bullets?
And if God is great and God is good why can’t he change the hearts of men?
Well maybe God himself is lost and needs help
Maybe God himself he needs all of our help
Maybe God himself is lost and needs help
He’s out upon the road to peace
Well maybe God himself is lost and needs help
Maybe God himself he needs all of our help
And he’s lost upon the road to peace
And he’s lost upon the road to peace
Out upon the road to peace.
12:23 AM The BAR-KAYS “People Unite to Save Humanity” Do you See what I see? VOLT
True That!
12:28 AM Big Joe Williams “I Done Stop Hollering” Nine-String Guitar Blues. delmark
Kinda…
12:30 AM Mule “Mama’s Reason to Cry” Eponymous. 1/4 Stick
“Daddy was the same…”
12:35 AM Utah Phillips “Mr.Block” We Fed You All a Thousand Years. Philo
Please give me your attention, I’ll introduce to you A man who is a credit to the Our old Red White and Blue His head is made of lumber and solid as a rock He is a common worker and his name is Mr. Block And Block [he] thinks he may be President some day… Oh Mr. Block, you were born by mistake You take the cake, you make me ache Go tie a rock on your block and then jump in the lake Kindly do that for Liberty’s sake!
12:37 AM Antibalas “Who is this America Dem Speak of Today?” Who is this America?
“AMERICA DO THIS”
“AMERICA DO THAT”
“AMERICA GO RIGHT”
“AMERICA GO WRONG”
THAT’S WHAT DEM SAY-O
IN THE STREETS OF NEW YORK
IN THE CAFES OF EUROPE
ON THE ROADS OF LAGOS
EVERYBODY THEY TALK
ME I QUESTION SOTE-O (ALWAYS)
I DEY CONFUSE-O
WHO IS THIS AMERICA DEM SPEAK OF TODAY?
WHO IS THIS AMERICA DEM SPEAK OF TODAY?
IS IT YOU? OR ME? OR THE NEXT BROTHER WEY I KNOW?
WHO IS THIS AMERICA DEM SPEAK OF TODAY?
DEM SPEAK OF HIM LIKE MY NEXTDOOR NEIGHBOOR
WHO IS THIS AMERICA?
WHO IS THIS AMERICA DEM SPEAK OF TODAY?
BUT HE CAN’T BE EVERY BROTHER
AND EVERY BROTHER CAN’ BE HIM
WHO IS THIS AMERICA DEM SPEAK OF TODAY
IS IT RONALD McDONALD?
IN HIM MICKEY HOUSE?
OR JUST HIM WHO EAT HIM BURGER?
HIM WHO BUY HIM NIKE?
HIM WHO WATCH HIM TV?
I GROW CONFUSE-O
I MUST ASK AGAIN
WHO IS THIS AMERICA DEM SPEAK OF TODAY? TELL ME
WHO IS THIS AMERICA DEM SPEAK OF TODAY?
IS IT INDIGENOUS AMERICA?
ONE WHO FIRST COME LIVE HERE?
IS HIM ORIGINAL AMERICA?
HIM LIVE IN PEACE AND HARMONY-O
BEFORE IMMIGRATION STARTED
BEFORE IMMIGRATION STARTED
HERE COME THE SPANISH
HERE COME THE DUTCHMAN
HERE COME THE ENGLISH
HERE COME THE FRENCHMAN
IMMIGRANT, IMMIGRANT-O
HERE COME THE SPANISH
HERE COME THE DUTCHMAN
HERE COME THE ENGLISH
HERE COME THE FRENCHMAN
HERE COME THE PILGRIM – FILTHY LITTLE ALIEN
WITH NO PAPER – WITH NO GREENCARD
COME WITH SMALLPOX
COME WITH RIFLES
COME WITH LAND RIGHTS
DEM WITH PRISONS TOO
THEY BE FIRST TO SAY:
“THIS IS AMERICA
I GO AMERICA NOW”
BUT I MUST ASK AGAIN – I GROW CONFUSE-O
WHO IS THIS AMERICA DEM SPEAK OF TODAY
WHO IS THIS AMERICA DEM SPEAK OF TODAY
HEAD SCATTER – WHO IS THIS AMERICA DEM SPEAK OF TODAY-O?
WHO IS THIS AMERICA DEM SPEAK OF TODAY?
LISTEN, LISTEN
IS IT THE BLACK MAN?
STOLEN FROM AFRICA-O
WHIPPED INTO SLAVERY
FIGHT AND FIGHT FOR FREEDOM
JUST TO RIDE IN THE BACK OF BUS
HIM BRING US CULTURE AMERICA
HIM BRING US MUSIC TOO AMERICA
HIM FIGHT AND HIM DIE
NOW HIM SIT WHERE HIM LIKE
BUT HIM STILL NO DRIVE THIS BUS-O
IS HIM AMERICA DEM SPEAK OF TODAY?
IS IT THE SLAVEMASTR?
PLANTATION OWNER?
KU KLUX KLANSMAN?
MAN WITH THE WHIP?
FACTORY OWNER?
HIM GO SAY LOUD AND PROUD-O
HIM GO SAY WHITE IS AMERICA
HIM GO SAY-O HIM NA AMERICA-O
I MUST ASK AGAIN AS I GROW MORE AND MORE CONFUSE-O
WHO IS THIS AMERICA DEM SPEAK OF TODAY-O?
WHO IS THIS AMERICA DEM SPEAK OF TODAY?
IS IT COMPANY WORKER?
OR CEO?
IS IT SOLDIER CAPTAIN?
OR SOLDIER FAMILY?
IS IT LABOR ORGANIZER?
OR POLICE STRIKE-BREAKER?
IS IT DRUNKARD ON THE STREET?
OR IS IT DRUNKARD IN THE WHITEHOUSE-O?
OIL TYCOON-O?
GREEN PARTY VOTER?
UNDERCOVER POLICE?
PUBLIC SCHOOL TEACHER?
CIA, IRA, DEA, NBC, CNN, FCC, NRA, FBI, INS (SPLIT TO THREE), ATT, ATF, EPA, FCC, NFL, NBC, NBA, WB, PBR, HMO, HUD, AAA, TSA, ERA, PTA.
WHO IS THIS AMERICA DEM SPEAK OF TODAY?
WHO IS THIS AMERICA DEM SPEAK OF TODAY-O?
WHO IS THIS AMERICA DEM SPEAK OF TODAY?
IS IT YOU? IS IT ME? OR THE NEXT BROTHER WEY I KNOW?
WHO IS THIS AMERICA DEM SPEAK OF TODAY?
DEM SPEAK OF HIM LIKE MY NEXTDOOR NERGHBOOR-O.
WHO IS THIS AMERICA DEM SPEAK OF TODAY?
DEM STEAL DEM MONEY-O
ONE FLAG IS NOT BIG ENOUGH FOR THIS MANY PEOPLE
WHO IS THIS AMERICA DEM SPEAK OF TODAY?
THIS IS NO ONE COMMUNITY – NO ONE FAMILY-O?
WHO IS THIS AMERICA DEM SPEAK OF TODAY?
NO PEOPLE UNITED – WHAT IS UNITED IN A STATE OF CONFUSION?
WHO IS THIS AMERICA DEM SPEAK OF TODAY?
NO PLURIBUS UNUM, NO PLURIBUS UNUM.
12:53 AM Dukes of Stratosphear “25 O’Clock” 25 O’Clock. Virgin
The urge to take you grows more strong
For time had made me wait too long
Each watch I smash apart
Just adding to my power
Each watch I smash apart
Just bringing near the hour
of 25 o’clock, that’s when you’re going to be mine
25 o’clock, we’ll be together ’til the end of time
At 25 o’clockThe ticking seconds hear them call
My spell of hours will make you fall
Each timer that I break
Will halt the flowing sands
Each timer that I break
Will put you in my hands
At 25 o’clock, that’s when you’re going to be mine
25 o’clock, we’ll be together ’til the end of time
At 25 o’clockEach watch I smash apart
Just adding to my power
Each watch I smash apart
Just bringing near the hour
of 25 o’clock
For time had made me wait too long
Each watch I smash apart
Just adding to my power
Each watch I smash apart
Just bringing near the hour
of 25 o’clock, that’s when you’re going to be mine
25 o’clock, we’ll be together ’til the end of time
At 25 o’clockThe ticking seconds hear them call
My spell of hours will make you fall
Each timer that I break
Will halt the flowing sands
Each timer that I break
Will put you in my hands
At 25 o’clock, that’s when you’re going to be mine
25 o’clock, we’ll be together ’til the end of time
At 25 o’clockEach watch I smash apart
Just adding to my power
Each watch I smash apart
Just bringing near the hour
of 25 o’clock
12:59 AM Morrissey “Margaret On a Guillotine” Viva Hate. Sire
The kind people
Have a wonderful dream
Margaret on the guillotine
Cause people like you
Make me feel so tired
When will you die ?
When will you die ?
When will you die ?
When will you die ?
When will you die ?And people like you
Make me feel so old inside
Please dieAnd kind people
Do not shelter this dream
Make it real
Make the dream real
Make the dream real
Make it real
Make the dream real
Make it real
Have a wonderful dream
Margaret on the guillotine
Cause people like you
Make me feel so tired
When will you die ?
When will you die ?
When will you die ?
When will you die ?
When will you die ?And people like you
Make me feel so old inside
Please dieAnd kind people
Do not shelter this dream
Make it real
Make the dream real
Make the dream real
Make it real
Make the dream real
Make it real
1:03 AM Digable Planets “La Femme Fatale” Reachin’
[Featuring Sulaiman And Monica Payne]
(Monica)
Brooklyn got the funk
Uptown got the funk
East/West/Northside got the funk
L.A. got the funk
Boogie Down got the funk
Queens do got the funk
The bottom got the funk
We got the funk
(Butterfly)
I’m high as the wind so I blow mines
Curb hanger and hopper at the oracle of hipster
Just like Black Caesar my depths are fresh
‘Cos you’re a fish and I’m a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is lanier by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know makin’ it a pundit
I’m glad to see my nigga he plush and lavish on the block
(Mecca the Ladybug)
Cleaner than others in my form I resort on the corners
Connect with my propers
Cop my double players
Cleo still hittin’ ’till 38’s pump and they up it
Yell it and could never by defunk-ed
I’m totemed in the fashionable flyers
Unscared against the palest of ’em
Gem percents unheard since I’m the storm
Donned ’69 power…
Blocks
(C-Knowledge the Doodlebug)
You can check my stats I got crazy ups baby
C-Know got style don’t play me like I’m lazy
Fadey but never will I go out
My cl-out is known across the crooklyn lands
My universal fans got stamina
Polar bears are fear when we step in the arena
360 C-Know simply cyclin’
Firm as a rock print the god when I’m buildin’ blocks
(Monica)
Mecca she got the funk
She got the funk yeah
My man C-Knowledge got the funk
He got the funk yeah
(C-Knowledge the Doodlebug)
From the 11217 I transmit
My area is thick my vision focused
My jitterbugs limp n’ learn as I squirm
But I’m a team player so I waits my turn
And when I get the rock I’m going straight to the hole
My average per game is pure black soul
In the 13-X styles the ignorance
Got the clearance to speak intelligence on the block
(Mecca the Ladybug)
Into illusion we drown
By forth sounds smooth enough to break you left
Another pound as my conscience get they rest
That’s right we Shaft it
Includes this pro strips as I shit, burnin’, blowin’
Shakin’ E-as-Allah
3 different bags of proof
Why won’t you swallow it approach you one time
The clearest, finer and sharper in the hour of black stell power…
Blocks
(Butterfly)
Son I’m divin’
I worm mork n’jeans high swarms
The nigga in the Cadillac so watch my spokes hoice
Spread him out a pound you slide me to 126
My soul-zodiac stroll with G licks
My understanding Bill doses 7 to the 6
I pump a fist
Even my hair got an ego
Gettin’ super id
The kid is super kid
I doozey with the young Marx plus the 7ods on the B-Line
(Monica)
Butterfly got the funk
He got the funk yeah
Sulaiman got the funk
He got the funk yeah
(Sulaiman)
Ay yo here’s the man
The true mastermind born n’ planned
Talents skills not the wimps stand
So kill the sham as I speak techniques mad deep
To represent for the streets the city corners
Leave ’em hot as a sauna
Word is bond ’cause Sule the steps be on
The true original sunset to rise with foes and those you probably
recognized on the block
(Butterfly)
I play my jet tilted ’cause I got shtyle
Like every nigga on the corner stroll with brown boots
This is our block and we do be tripping
Ringin’ round the ave like sata at mad volume
I flash a slick grin sayin’ cool with nuance
The donut eater sweatin’ at the blacks we all fronts
He asked my whats my name
I told him Mark Essex
Sucker I got lessons forever I’m ’bout to bless it
Ay yo Sule noise it up
Blocks
(Sulaiman)
I know you feel that you’re real
Did you check to see? Nope check the crew members
Brothers like Ambush and C.0.
Filthy rich downs a man in savages
Shown how Skay-Yo swings a method to your madness
Real troops so walk around with the joint so get the point
Get get the point get the point get the point
And now lounge to the sounds ’cause the best spoke
I catch you on the next note
Or on the block
(Monica)
Ohridgnals got the funk
We got the funk yeah
Hip Hop gots the funk
He keeps the funk yeah
Teri got the funk
Monica got the funk
D.P.S. got the funk
7ods got the funk
Operation from the bottom got the funk
7 And A Crescent got the funk
Jazzy Joyce got the funk
Joi y’know she got the funk
Ruth there he got the funk
Pudgee straight got the funk
The streets got all the funk
Three T’s got the funk
Zhane got the funk
HB got the funk
Little P.O’s haven’t got the funk
Beneficient got the funk
Actual Facts haven’t got the funk
Soul Foods got the funk
K.B. got the funk
Rodo got the funk
Brother Arthur 4 got the funk
T.E. got the funk
Dave got the funk
Dex got the funk
Marx Brothers got the funk
We got the funk, yeah
(Monica)
Brooklyn got the funk
Uptown got the funk
East/West/Northside got the funk
L.A. got the funk
Boogie Down got the funk
Queens do got the funk
The bottom got the funk
We got the funk
(Butterfly)
I’m high as the wind so I blow mines
Curb hanger and hopper at the oracle of hipster
Just like Black Caesar my depths are fresh
‘Cos you’re a fish and I’m a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is lanier by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know makin’ it a pundit
I’m glad to see my nigga he plush and lavish on the block
(Mecca the Ladybug)
Cleaner than others in my form I resort on the corners
Connect with my propers
Cop my double players
Cleo still hittin’ ’till 38’s pump and they up it
Yell it and could never by defunk-ed
I’m totemed in the fashionable flyers
Unscared against the palest of ’em
Gem percents unheard since I’m the storm
Donned ’69 power…
Blocks
(C-Knowledge the Doodlebug)
You can check my stats I got crazy ups baby
C-Know got style don’t play me like I’m lazy
Fadey but never will I go out
My cl-out is known across the crooklyn lands
My universal fans got stamina
Polar bears are fear when we step in the arena
360 C-Know simply cyclin’
Firm as a rock print the god when I’m buildin’ blocks
(Monica)
Mecca she got the funk
She got the funk yeah
My man C-Knowledge got the funk
He got the funk yeah
(C-Knowledge the Doodlebug)
From the 11217 I transmit
My area is thick my vision focused
My jitterbugs limp n’ learn as I squirm
But I’m a team player so I waits my turn
And when I get the rock I’m going straight to the hole
My average per game is pure black soul
In the 13-X styles the ignorance
Got the clearance to speak intelligence on the block
(Mecca the Ladybug)
Into illusion we drown
By forth sounds smooth enough to break you left
Another pound as my conscience get they rest
That’s right we Shaft it
Includes this pro strips as I shit, burnin’, blowin’
Shakin’ E-as-Allah
3 different bags of proof
Why won’t you swallow it approach you one time
The clearest, finer and sharper in the hour of black stell power…
Blocks
(Butterfly)
Son I’m divin’
I worm mork n’jeans high swarms
The nigga in the Cadillac so watch my spokes hoice
Spread him out a pound you slide me to 126
My soul-zodiac stroll with G licks
My understanding Bill doses 7 to the 6
I pump a fist
Even my hair got an ego
Gettin’ super id
The kid is super kid
I doozey with the young Marx plus the 7ods on the B-Line
(Monica)
Butterfly got the funk
He got the funk yeah
Sulaiman got the funk
He got the funk yeah
(Sulaiman)
Ay yo here’s the man
The true mastermind born n’ planned
Talents skills not the wimps stand
So kill the sham as I speak techniques mad deep
To represent for the streets the city corners
Leave ’em hot as a sauna
Word is bond ’cause Sule the steps be on
The true original sunset to rise with foes and those you probably
recognized on the block
(Butterfly)
I play my jet tilted ’cause I got shtyle
Like every nigga on the corner stroll with brown boots
This is our block and we do be tripping
Ringin’ round the ave like sata at mad volume
I flash a slick grin sayin’ cool with nuance
The donut eater sweatin’ at the blacks we all fronts
He asked my whats my name
I told him Mark Essex
Sucker I got lessons forever I’m ’bout to bless it
Ay yo Sule noise it up
Blocks
(Sulaiman)
I know you feel that you’re real
Did you check to see? Nope check the crew members
Brothers like Ambush and C.0.
Filthy rich downs a man in savages
Shown how Skay-Yo swings a method to your madness
Real troops so walk around with the joint so get the point
Get get the point get the point get the point
And now lounge to the sounds ’cause the best spoke
I catch you on the next note
Or on the block
(Monica)
Ohridgnals got the funk
We got the funk yeah
Hip Hop gots the funk
He keeps the funk yeah
Teri got the funk
Monica got the funk
D.P.S. got the funk
7ods got the funk
Operation from the bottom got the funk
7 And A Crescent got the funk
Jazzy Joyce got the funk
Joi y’know she got the funk
Ruth there he got the funk
Pudgee straight got the funk
The streets got all the funk
Three T’s got the funk
Zhane got the funk
HB got the funk
Little P.O’s haven’t got the funk
Beneficient got the funk
Actual Facts haven’t got the funk
Soul Foods got the funk
K.B. got the funk
Rodo got the funk
Brother Arthur 4 got the funk
T.E. got the funk
Dave got the funk
Dex got the funk
Marx Brothers got the funk
We got the funk, yeah
1:08 AM Public Enemy “911 is a Joke” Fear of a Black Planet. Def Jam
Yep.
1:14 AM Parliament “Testify” Up For the Down Stroke. Casablanca
Are asking me what’s come over me
A change, there’s been a change
And it’s oh so plain to see
Love just walked in on me
And it took me by surprise
Happiness surrounds me
You can see it in my eyes
Now it was just a little while ago
My life was incomplete
I was down, so doggone low
I had to look up at my feet
And don’t you know that I just wanna testify
What your love has done for me
Everybody sing
Oh girl, want to testify what your love has done for me
Hear me now
Hoo – hoo – luscious
Sho been delicious to me
Hear me now
Hoo – hoo – luscious
Sho been delicious to me
Once I was a hollow man
In which a lonely heart did dwell
Then love came sneaking up on me
Bringing a life to an empty shell
Now I’ve heard so many times before
That your love can be so bad
But I just want to tell you people
It’s the best love I ever had
I’m talkin’ ’bout that I just wanna testify
What your love has done for me
Everybody sing
Oh girl, gotta testify
What your love has done for me
Bring it down now
I just wanna testify
What your love has done for me
Hear me now
Hoo – hoo – luscious
Sho been delicious to me
Bring it home now
I, I just wanna testify
What your love has done for me
Everybody sing
Oh girl, gotta testify
What your love has done for me ….
1:14 AM Scott Walker “Plastic Palace People” 2. SMASH
Over the rooftop sails Billy
A string tied to his underwear
Through cobbled stone streets a child races
And shouts “Billy, come down from there”
“My mother’s calling” his voice whimpers
A string clutched in his tiny hand
Not till I’ve seen the sky’s not lit up
In tears, child try and understand
Don’t pull the string, Don’t bring me down
Don’t make me land
Plastic palace people
Sing silent songs, they dream too long
Their memories just stare
Plastic palace Alice
She steals her cards tomorrow deals
With deafening despair
Hurry, you’ve got to get in line
Your nose might start to shine
And sweat it out and dance about
The whole eternal life
A harvest of stars surrounds Billy
The night clings to his happy eyes
A sleeping town square beneath a fountain
A child murmurs a weary sigh
My mother weeps, And weaves her hair
With worries please, Come down from there
Plastic palace people
Through fields of clay and granite grey
They play without a sound
Plastic palace Alice
Blows gaping holes to store her fears
Inside her lovers head
Listen, they’re laughing in the halls
They rip your face with lies
To buzzing eyes you cry for help
Like gods they bark replies
Over the rooftops burns Billy
Balloon sadly the string descends
Searching its way down through blue submarine air
The polka dot underwear
To meet the trees, In morning square
Just hanging there, Just hanging there…
1:20 AM Van Morrison “The Great Deception” Hard Nose the Highway. Warner Bros.
Did you ever hear about the great deception
Well the PLASTIC revolutionaries take the money and run
Have you ever been down to love city
Where they rip you off with a smile
And it don’t take a gun
Don’t it hurt so bad in love city
Don’t it make you not want to bother at all
And don’t they look so self righteous
When they pin you up against the wall
Did you ever, ever see the people
With the tear drops in their eyes
I just can’t stand it, stand it no how
Living in this world of lies
Did you ever hear about the rock and roll singers
Got three or four Cadillacs
Saying power to the people, dance to the music
Wants you to pat him on the back
Have you ever heard about the great Rembrandt
Have you ever heard about how he could paint
And he didn’t have enough money for his brushes
And they thought it was rather quaint
But you know it’s no use repeating
And you know it’s no use to think about it
‘Cause when you stop to think about it
You don’t need it
Have you ever heard about the great Hollywood motion picture actor
Who knew more than they did
And the newspapers didn’t cover the story
Just decided to keep it hid.
Somebody started saying it was an inside job
Whatever happened to him?
Last time they saw him down on the Bow’ry
With his lip hanging off an old rusty bottle of gin
Have you ever heard about the so-called hippies
Down on the far side of the tracks
They take the eyeballs straight out of your head
Say son, kid, do you want your eyeballs back
Did you ever see the people
With the tear drops in their eyes
Just can’t stand it no how
1:25 AM Husker Du “Makes No Sense at All” FLIP YOUR WIG. ssT
Walking around with your head in the clouds
Makes no sense at all
Sell yourself short, but you’re walking so tall
Makes no sense at all
Is it important? You’re yelling so loud
Makes no sense at all
Walking around with your head in the clouds
Makes no sense at all
Makes no difference at all
I don’t know why you want to tell me
When I’m right or when you’re wrong
It’s the same thing, in your mind, the only time
I’m right is when I play along
You concern yourself with evidence
It’s evident to me
Well you say you’ve got the tiger by the tail
But I don’t see these things that way
1:28 AM Public Image Ltd. “Public Image” first issue. Virgin
Hello, hello, hello (ha, ha, ha)
You never listen to a word that I said
You only seen me
For the clothes that I wear
Or did the interest go so much deeper
It must have been
The colour of my hair
The Public Image
What you wanted was never made clear
Behind the image was ignorance and fear
You hide behind this public machine
Still follow same old scheme
Public Image
Two sides to every story
Somebody had to stop me
I’m not the same as when I began
I will not be treated as property
Public Image
Two sides to every story
Somebody had to stop me
I’m not the same as when I began
It’s not a game of monopoly
Public image
Public image
You got what you wanted
The public image belongs to me
It’s my entrance
My own creation
My grand finale
My goodbye
Public image
Goodbye
1:28 AM Princess Pale Moon “Thankful to be an American” Walk in Beauty. Word
http://palemoonperspective.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-can-take-girl-out-of-mountains-but.html
1:34 AM ZAPPA “CENTERVILLE” 200 Motels. United Artists
Centerville
A real nice place to raise your kids up
Centerville
It’s really neat!
Churches
Churches
And liquor stores
1:38 AM Skinny Puppy “200 Years” Mind the Perpetual Intercourse. Nettwerk
“What’s wrong with you? What’s wrong with everybody in this crazy place?”
“Answer me! Talk? Can’t you move? Answer me!”
“‘Well, got any ideas professor?’
‘Well, I suppose it could be some sort of illusion.’
‘Yes. Maybe we’re being made to see and hear what we hope to find. Besides, the sounds and homes.’
‘No. No, that’s all wrong. This is more than 200 years ahead of our time.'”
“Your majesty. I don’t blame the judges. You’re the prettiest of them all. But tell me something, your majesty. What’s wrong with you? What’s wrong with everybody in this crazy place?”
“…you mean, other sections?”
1:56 AM Herbie Hancock “Wiggle-Waggle” Fat Albert Rotunda. Warner Bros.
JAMS (instruMENTAL)
2:05 AM Bill Hicks “Time to Evolve Ideas” Philosophy.
2:06 AM Cornel West “Elevate Your View” Sketches of My Culture. Artemis
2:14 AM NWA “Parental Discretion iz Advised” Straight Outta Compton. Capitol Records
One, two, three, kick it
[The D.O.C.]
Aiyyo Dre, what’s goin on man? What’s goin on?
Ay what ch’all gonna do for this last record?
Nah tell me what cha’all gonna do?
Okay, you want me to do the intro? Aight!
Parental discretion is advised for the moment
While I’m getting candid, now understand it
Ain’t too typical in any way, though the pro
On the mic is the D.O. to the C. this is an intro
I know the DOC makes you want to take a valium
So buy a bucket cause upcomin is my album
And for the record, meanin my record, check it
Listen to the single and you’ll be like, yo, I gotta get it
But in the meantime, listen to the rhyme
Of the Dr. Dre, played wit N.W.A.
Yella’s on the drum roll, rockin the beat
Aiyyo Dre, where’s you gonna take this shit man?
[Dr. Dre]
Aiyyo, let’s take it to the street (WORD UP!)
Let ’em understand perfection
Let knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessin
Cause I don’t give a fuck about a radio play
Observed the english I display
Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred
And scarred from listenin to somethin so motherfuckin HARD
Dope, pumpin that’s so my shit will never falter
Yo it’s Dre so fuck the “Mind of Minolta”
Psycho, like no, other motherfucker
So step to me wrong, G-O for what you N-O
But be warned, never will I leave like a regular
Cause I’m a little better than the regular competitor
I use to see ’em on stage
Earnin money like a thief, but without a guage
Until I got full, of clockin the lame gettin pull
(They said you wasn’t gon’ get paid)
Nah that’s bullshit! They like it stylistic
And I enchant the crowd like I’m a mystic
(C-C-C-C) C-C-C-cameras are flashin, when I’m in action
A photo, or fresh with a flair for fashion
Pure simplicity, see it’s elementary
You hear one of the hardest motherfuckers this century
Try to comprise a word to the wise and the guys
Parental discretion is advised
[MC Ren]
Ren is most extremely high performance
The black hat cause I worn this, cause it’s like enormous
Some shit I don’t take it, not even in a toliet
And shit from a sucker, put in a pot and I’ll boil it
Turn up the pilot as it burns
And maybe, the motherfuckers will learn
I’m not a sub, cause I speak sensible
Not considered a prince, cause I’m a principal
I’m engineerin; the shit that you’re hearin
Cause when it comes to power, I’m power steerin
Silly you say, I say you’re silly when you say it
Rushin to the eject, to put my shit in and play it
It’s like Apollo, but I’m not an amateur
And I’m not givin a fuck, while I’m damagin ya
It’s for the record; so Ren’s lyrics is gonna spin it
And if there was a trophy involved, I’ll win it
Possession is mine and I’m the holder
Cause a nigga like Ren don’t give a fuck cause I’m older
So for you to step off would be wise
And say fuck it, parental discretion is advised
[Ice Cube]
I be what is known as a bandit
You gotta hand it to me when you truly understand it
Cause if you fail to see, read it in braile
It’ll still be funky — so what’s next is the flex
Of a genius, my rapid-stutter-steppin if you seen this
Dope, you hope that I don’t really mean this
But if played, made the grade or high-top fade
It’s not my trademark when I get loose in the dark
You guess it was a test of a different style
It’s just another motherfucker on the pile
Drivin your ass with the flow of your tongue
You hung yourself short, the after-knowledge was brung
To your attention, by the hardest motherfuckin artist
That is know for lynchin any sucker in a minute
Stagger ’em all
When I start flowin like Niagara Falls
Ice Cube is equipped to rip shit in a battle
Move like a snake when I’m mad; and then my tail rattle
I get low on the flow so let your kids know
When I bust, parental discretion is a must
[Eazy-E]
Little did they know, that I would be arrivin
And it’s surprisin, rockin it from where I been
But it’s the E here to take, no mistake to be made
In the trade where funky ass records are bein played
Fuck the regular, yo as I get better the
Bitches wanna trick and go stupid up on the dick
So I get ’em hot, thinkin they’re gonna get it
As they sit, rubbin their legs like a cricket
To you it may be funny, but
There’s no service of beef, without money
So slip the C-note, and you can choke
On a wing-ding-ding-a-ling down your throat
Foreplay; to me ain’t shit
When you spread ’em I’m ready, then you can get the dick
Of the Eaze, if you can deal with the size
But if you can’t, parental discretion’s advised!
2:18 AM Troggs “Get You Tonight” Trogg Tapes. Private Stock
2:18 AM Joy Division “Something Must Break” Still. Factory
Two ways to choose,
On a razor’s edge,
Remain behind,
Go straight ahead.
Room full of people, room for just one,
If I can’t break out now, the time just won’t come.
Two ways to choose,
Which way to go,
Decide for me,
Please let me know.
Looked in the mirror, saw I was wrong,
If I could get back to where I belong, where I belong.
Two ways to choose,
Which way to go,
Had thoughts for one
Designs for both.
But we were immortal, we were not there,
Washed up on the beaches, struggling for air.
I see your face still in my window,
Torments yet calms, won’t set me free,
Something must break now,
This life isn’t mine,
Something must break now,
Wait for the time,
Something must break.
2:24 AM Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee “Blowin’ The Fuses” Blowin’ The Fuses.
YEP.
2:27 AM The Mothers of Invention “Who Needs the Peace Corps?”
What’s there to live for?
Who needs the peace corps?
Think I’ll just DROP OUT
I’ll go to Frisco
Buy a wig & sleep
On Owsley’s floor
Walked past the wig store
Danced at the Fillmore
I’m completely stoned
I’m hippy & I’m trippy
I’m a gypsy on my own
I’ll stay a week & get the crabs &
Take a bus back home
I’m really just a phony
But forgive me
‘Cause I’m stoned
Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up on every street
GO TO SAN FRANCISCO . . .
How I love ya, How I love ya
How I love ya, How I love ya Frisco!
How I love ya, How I love ya
How I love ya, How I love ya
Oh, my hair is getting good in the back!
Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up on every street
GO TO SAN FRANCISCO . . .
Hotcha!
First I’ll buy some beads
And then perhaps a leather band
To go around my head
Some feathers and bells
And a book of Indian lore
I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce
How to get to Haight Street
And smoke an awful lot of dope
I will wander around barefoot
I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times
I will love everyone
I will love the police as they kick the shit out of me on the street
I will sleep . . .
I will, I will go to a house
That’s, that’s what I will do
I will go to a house
Where there’s a rock & roll band
‘Cause the groups all live together
And I will join a rock & roll band
I will be their road manager
And I will stay there with them
And I will get the crabs
But I won’t care
Because . . .
2:39 AM Voivod “Technocratic Manipulators” Dimension Hatross. NOISE Int’l
I’ve passed the entry of the system
They taught me with an anthem
It seems like I’m one of them
A kind of people I can’t describe
They got a number between their eyes
Identity has been commanded
Subconscious has recorded
The orders from the big head
I’m now a part of this machine
Supervised by the telescreen
That’s not for me, too much for me
That’s all for me
And they’re going nowhere
To find better somewhere
But can’t get out of there
During the night my soul is hearing
Usual advertising
Message that I’m still learning
One thousand times it’s a routine
Should be enough to fall asleep
That’s not for me, too much for me
That’s all for me
And they’re going nowhere
To find better somewhere
But can’t get out of there
Is it the same message
For the preconceived children ?
Let me know, before I go…
Death of their liberty
Feeds the supremacy
Under hypnosis I take a walk
Controlled people have to stop
Robotic voice starts to talk
Why we must be listening
I think we all had the same dreams
And they’re going nowhere
To find better somewhere
But can’t get out of there
I’d rather think
But there’s something strong
I’d rather think
But there’s something wrong
I’d rather think (6)
I’d rather think
Coz my mind despairs
I’d rather think
Coz I can’t live there
I’d rather think…think !
2:42 AM Metallica “Disposable Heroes” Master of Puppets. Elektra
Bodies fill the fields I see
Hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now
No one to pretend
Running blind through killing fields
Bred to kill them all
Victim of what said should be
A servant ’til I fall
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He’s yours to take away
Back to the front
You will do what I say when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blind man
Barking of machine gun fire
Does nothing to me now
Sounding of the clock that ticks
Get used to it somehow
More a man, more stripes you wear
Glory seeker trends
Bodies fill the fields I see
The slaughter never ends
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He’s yours to take away
Back to the front
You will do what I say when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blind man
Why, am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, hell is here
Why, am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, hell is here
I was born for dying
Life planned out before my birth
Nothing could I say
Had no chance to see myself
Molded day by day
Looking back I realize
Nothing have I done
Left to die with only friend
Alone I clench my gun
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He’s yours to take away
Back to the front
You will do what I say when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blind man
Back to the front (5x)
2:54 AM Digable Planets “IT’S GOOD TO BE HERE” Reachin’
the ticky ticky buzz the sun winks the sky
i fumble through my fuzz and buzz mr. i
tell him scoop the beats in the flying saucer kit
meet me at the port with the nickel bags and shit
tell my pops i’m out earthbound with the crew
he said butterfly may the boogie be with you
left my moms a note with these quotes on a trunk
it says i split to earth to resurrect the funk
a dozen snapple pops and a little box of beats
travellin through space with the funky funky beats
stopped at pluto to cop some petrol
met some klingons and got our things on
cruisin warp 6 with mr. wiggles in the mix
hendrix passin peas star child get the fix
the saucer shook the heavens with the blooms and the blams
because when we hit new york – shazam
we droppin like a comet and this vulcan tried to spock it
these martians tried to do it, but knew they couldn’t cop it
the others from our brother planet lands in the flesh
from up in sector 6 yes y’all
and it’s good to be here
when we landed up on lex
stirrin up the ground with the sound of doug e fresh
and the hard rockin kids that did it for the black
with the pumas on their feet and the barmas on their back
we learned and we earned it so you know you got to hand it
we planned it when we left how to freak it and to slam it
add a ladybug transformation is complete
for the metamorphosis from the box to the jeep
and it’s good to be here
gettin fly with the raps
we love it where we from but we kick it where we at
bumpin out with somethin that pops and transcends
dps baby it’s slim but not thin
in amongst the pebbles we rocks on your blocks
soakin in the ghetto for kids that have not
slappin on some skin when we slam check the cheers
so we greet their virgin ears with a kiss
it’s so good to be here
we jazz up the streets to prove we have beats
fat jazz fat style and the sound so sweet
and there ain’t no doubt that you got to check
doodle, silk, butter, mec
it’s so good to be here
yeah baby that’s the style
the jazz can fill a club or papers by the pile
just ask toy soldier, toy soldier could of told you
at the boomin funk hut it was the afro with the butt
so to the flam lovers that crowd in dark spots
so see em kick the lingo and grip that little crotch
now we have arrived with crazy boogie sounds
get yourself a mate today’s to boogie down
this is all we know we feel it when we slams
you could hear the love, it comes out in our jams
the hiphop diggin cats just deliverin the words
from the ghetto-dwellin youth to the bourgies in the burbs
and it’s good to be here
2:58 AM William S. Burroughs “Meeting of International Conference of Technological Psychiatry” Naked Lunch. Warner Bros.
SHOW #2 with audio files for stream or download JULY 31 3am-6am ANNOTATED Set List [ENJOY]
AUDIO FILES:
3:02 AM
Flaming Lips
Headache Loop
Hit to Death in the Future Head
Warner Bros
“BANG YOUR HEAD…”01
2
3:05 AM
Gen Douglas MacArthur
Speech to Congress April 19, 1951
General of the Army
Columbia
Mr. President, Mr. Speaker, and Distinguished Members of the Congress:
I stand on this rostrum with a sense of deep humility and great pride — humility in the wake of those great American architects of our history who have stood here before me; pride in the reflection that this forum of legislative debate represents human liberty in the purest form yet devised. Here are centered the hopes and aspirations and faith of the entire human race. I do not stand here as advocate for any partisan cause, for the issues are fundamental and reach quite beyond the realm of partisan consideration. They must be resolved on the highest plane of national interest if our course is to prove sound and our future protected. I trust, therefore, that you will do me the justice of receiving that which I have to say as solely expressing the considered viewpoint of a fellow American.
I address you with neither rancor nor bitterness in the fading twilight of life, with but one purpose in mind: to serve my country.
3:08 AM
Cat Power
American Flag
Moon Pix
Matador
My friend
Sits at the drum
His magic hand
Feels nothing but
Time
Nothing but time
My old friend
Sits at the drum
His magic mind
Doesn’t feel anything
American Flag is behind
If I could stand
To be less difficult
My new friend
Plays drums all the time
Her magic heart
Feels everything
She plays the difficult parts and I play
Difficult
She goes shoop shoop eh doop shoop eh doop
Shoop eh doop eh doop eh doop
We go shoop shoop eh doop shoop eh doop shoop eh
Doop eh doop
If I could stand
To be less difficult
3:12AM
Sebadoh
Hassle
III
Homestead
(This was a mistake. Meant to play As the World Dies…)
3:15 AM
Bauhaus
Double Dare
In The Flat Field
Beggars Banquet
I dare you to be real
To touch
To touch a flickering flame
The pangs
The pangs of dark delight
Don’t cower
Don’t cower in night fright
Don’t back away just yet
From destinations set
I dare you to be proud
To dare to shout aloud
For convictions that you feel
Like sound from bells to peal
I dare you to despise
Bureaucracy and all its lies
And avoid
And avoid their stare
They never
They never dare to dare
I dare
I dare
I dare- you- you
3:19 AM
Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy
Television the Drug of the Nation
12 inch single
4th and B’way
One Nation under God
has turned into One Nation
under the influence of one drug
Television, the drug of the nation
Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
TV, it satellite links
Our United States of Unconsciousness
Apathetic, therapeutic and extremely addictive
The methadone metronome pumping out
150 channels 24 hours a day
You can flip through all of them
and still there’s nothing worth watching
TV is the reason why less than ten percent of our
nation reads books daily
Why most people think Central America
means Kansas
Socialism means unamerican
and Apartheid is a new headache remedy
Absorbed in it’s world it’s so hard to find us
it shapes our minds the most
Maybe the mother of our nation
should remind us
that we’re sitting too close
to the…
Television, the drug of the nation
Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
TV…
is the stomping ground for political candidates
Where bears in the woods
are chased by Grecian Formula’d bald eagles
TV…is mechanized politics
remote control over the masses
co-sponsored by environmentally safe gases
Watch for the PBS special
It’s the perpetuation of the two party system
where image takes precedence over wisdom
Where sound bite politics are served
to the fast food culture
Where straight teeth in your mouth
are more important than the words
that come out of it
Race baiting is the way to get selected
Willie Horton or
will he not get elected on…
Television, the drug of the nation
Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
TV, Is it the reflector or the director?
Does it imitate us or do we imitate it?
Because a child watches over 1500 murders
before he’s 12 years old
And we wonder how we’ve created a Jason generation
that learns to laugh rather than abhor the horror
TV is the place where armchair
generals and quarterbacks
can experience first hand
the excitement of video warfare
as the theme song is sung in the background
Sugar sweet sitcoms
that leave us with a bad actor taste
while pop stars metamorphosize into soda pop stars
You saw the video
You heard the soundtrack
Now go but the soft drink
Well, the only cola that I support
would be a union C.O.L.A. (Cost of Living Allowance)
On
Television, the drug of the nation
Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
Back again, new and improved
we return to our irregularly programmed schedule
hidden cleverly between heavily breasted
beer and car commercials
CNNESPNABCTNT but mostly B.S.
Where oxymoronic language like
“virtually spotless”, “fresh frozen”
“light yet filling” and “military intelligence”
have become standard
TV is the place where phrases are redefined
like “recession” to “necessary downturn”
“crude oil” on a beach to “mousse”
“Civilian death” to “collateral damages”
and being killed by your own army
is now called “friendly fire”
TV is the place where the pursuit of happiness
has become the pursuit of trivia
Where toothpaste and cars have become sex objects
Where imagination is sucked out of children
by a cathode ray nipple
TV is the only wet nurse
that would create a cripple
Television, the drug of the nation
Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
3:23 AM
Coup
My Favorite Mutiny
12 inch single
Epitaph
[Black Thought]
Move, if you got the nerve
Lash out for your just desserts
It’s not just the worth
Some of y’all heads up in the clouds
I’ma bring y’all back to earth
It’s black back to birth
Bullshit y’all talkin’ ’bout
Out ya mouth, I’m not concerned
Cause y’all got the nerve
It’s y’all turn like Detroit red
When he said he had an ultra perm
The long walk to burn your bare heels
So they worn your boots
The game camouflage like army suits
But I can see it more clear cause I came with the coup in here
Ring the alarm and form the troops
Send ’em out into the world, go to war in a fluke
Eye to eye with the enemy you sworn to shoot
Now comin’ at ya neck sick ya hand, something wrong with me
************ somethin’s wrong with you
When you cheat just way to smart to question
The enemy the brothers of a dark complexion
The governments of the world is shark infested
They heavy on weaponry like Charelton Heston
Man yeah it gets low here uh, real low
Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?
I ain’t rockin’ with you, so what what you goin do? (it’s my favorite mutiny)
I ain’t rockin’ with you, you’re logic does not compute (it’s my favorite mutiny)
[Boots]
Death to the pigs is my basic statement
I spit street stories ’til I taste the pavement
Tryin’ to stay out the pen while we face enslavement
Had a foolproof hustle ’til they traced the payments
I was grippin’ my palm around some shitty rum
Tryin’ to find psalm number 151
To forget what I’m owed, as I clutch the commode
Alright, put down the bottle and come get the guns
I get off the chain like Kunta Kinte with a MAC-10
They want us gone like a dollar in a crack den
Said at least a track then, seeds & stems
Mind cloudy through the wheeze and phlegm
I’m get my brain off of that and the Jesus hymns
If we waiting for the time to fight, these is thems
Tellin’ us to relax while they ease it in. We gettin greased again
The truth I write is so cold, It’d freeze my pen
I’m Boots Riley it’s a pleasure to meet you
Never let they punk *** ever defeat you
They got us on the corner wearin pleather and see through
All y’all’s gold mines they wanna deplete you
I ain’t just fin to rap on the track, I fin to clap on the back
And it’s been stackin’ to that
Been a hundred years before iceberg ever lean back in the ‘lac
Before they told Rosa black in the back
Before the CIA told Ricky Ross to put crack in the sack
And Gil-Scott tradin’ rappin for smack
This beat alone should get platinum plaques
I’d rather see a million of us ecstatic to scrack
‘Cause if we bappin’ ’em back we automatically stack
This the guy like Truman C[e1]
Riq, Boots and me
Activate in the community
Up in the bay like Huey P
It’s like a free, it remind me of the be Kder’s love for me
But beats got it twisted, I’ll untangle it
Black mind is entwined like the ropes they used to hang us with
This is my favorite ****, I came in the game with any way to spit
Ya got a questionnaire, who you bangin’ with?
Take it back to M hotel
Throw a step deeper like a poor righteous teacher with holy intellect
Killer flow form a real *****z laughin’
And forni fairly at a jigabou at a penitent (???)
Once again you can feel hip-hop
Underground, still about McGruff
Gangsta like, **** the cops
Talib Kweli revolutionary mc, and that ain’t about stuff
3:33 AM
george flynn
wound
split with john cage wound/winter music
quadro
READ BACK BANTER ETC.
3:33 AM
Flaming Lips
Silver Trembling Hands
Embryonic
Warner
She keeps feeling for the blindfold
She keeps wishing for the secret society to fall
She keeps watching for the jaguar
With the silver trembling hand
Dagger
Night fight
Tomorrow
She forgets about the fear
When she’s high
When she’s high
When she’s high
When she’s high
She puts diamonds on her forehead
They remind her how the animals
And trees and insects call
Is it wrong not to believe?
Nature makes us all compete
Daggers
Night fight
Tomorrow
She forgets about the fear
When she’s high…[exuent]
3:37 AM
Digable Planets
The May 4th Movement (Starring Doodlebag)
Blowout Comb
One time for your mind
Two times for Mumia’s saint crew
Three times for my Brooklyn dimes
Seven times for pleasure….
I don’t trip
I don’t trip[She don’t trip]
We don’t trip [Nah]
We don’t trip
We don’t trip
Please don’t trip
We don’t trip
Pleasure….
Now, sixteen times for the mind thieves
For my thinking intell- And I am Erica
Counterfits don’t stop the wettest of us
We Brooklyn
We define the black people equal to who? Yeah
What you supply?
I know when I know when I drop ??dip??
That was in beetle’s but a snake try to spill a score
On my pride I’m in my Cammy
We bust at COINTELPRO we creamy like
Fuck that we Creamy Spies tell you scheme-y lies
We let creamy bullets fly
Should it reflect the sun
We say yes when we think of getting dipped
We says guess say yo comrades rest
Cause we all bounce
We all bounce
I do bounce
[Yes I do bounce] He do bounce
[Yes she do bounce] He do bounce
Yes we all bounce
I all bounce [Come on you know your bounce]
From back since the crook caught a rep
For giving birth to horn loopers
I took my first step with campers – born troopers
Got caps on both cans for the halls I spray
Slap hand swith my mans by the walls we play
Now… waist chains and Cammy floors complete sag
Live pools, my squad rules
From solar to lunar, cheap to death
From no boot to puma, sewed up like mesh
My cousin’s hit the ‘pike
I read it in the ??went it?? circle C-low
Now all the niggaz hating C-know
As we move on the D-E-low
For our fam in jail
No stars just bars
No cars unless the BMT own ’em
Crook-town bounce streets delph to south ??bar on a??
I drape soul hearts
I make soul darts
Cover mad areas in my ??crepe soulclarks??
MC’s lyin, is dyin rap off
But here we all y’all
With pleasure….
So it’s
One time for your mind
Twice times for Mumia’s saint crew
Thrice times for the brooklyn dimes
Seven times for pleasure
I stay on
He stay on [She stay on]
We stay on
We stay on
[He stay on] He is on
We be on cause
We stay on
With pleasure…
Here I go, the seven odd
Manchu squad
Black notes I quote, I dedicate to my young star
Via ??selway?? cars I span the metro
C-know sold stee-lo
Is livin on the D-low
The galactic travler eternal explorer
Like the invincible master agent – a true warrior
Neither here nor there, a master of illusion
My son’s moon sets, catch reps when we cruisin
The New York Boroughs with classic boombasctic
Studied all the styles and got nasty at it
Like a Thelonius Monk I travel in peace
Left on right on black man from the east
We don’t quit
Yeah like for nothin but beats and cheese
Subzero degrees can’t freeze the cool breeze
Ease easay straight Brooklyn doob
Hit you off with some pellets did Brooklyn smooth
Ahhh!
It’s that certain style Uh huh
I shoot a ??leg ball??
Squeeze off style quarters til herbs get stressed
Playing slick games and avoid all rest
I shows, five seconds after that
I flows left caught your rebel grows
Devils we grow
Jonesin on the curb I glow
Still posin a B-girl fresh as
This leftist gets with MC’s one and all of ’em
Bust ninety ??bi-evels??
And my whole crew walk with pleasure….
3:48 AM
President Richard M Nixon
Visits Michigan’s Thumb! Commemorative Album
April 10 1974
WLEW/Bad Ax
Yep.
3:49 AM
Jello Biafra
What Reagan Didn’t Know
No More Cocoons
Alternative Tentacles
Indeederooni.
3:52 AM
Creedence Clearwater Revival
Fortunate Son
Willy and the Poor Boys
Fantasy
Some folks are born to wave the flag,
Ooh, they’re red, white and blue.
And when the band plays “Hail to the chief”,
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no senator’s son, son.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, no,
Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don’t they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,
[ Lyrics from:
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no millionaire’s son, no.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, no.
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them, “How much should we give?”
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! oh,
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no military son, son.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, one.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one, no no no,
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate son, no no no,
3:55 AM
Devo
Speed Racer
Oh, No! Its Devo!
Warner
i’m speed racer and i drive real fast
he’s speed racer and he drives real fast
i drive real fast i’m gonna last
i’m a big pirate and i like to steal
he’s a big pirate and he likes to steal
i like to steal and i like to kill
go go go speed racer
i’m a barbie doll but i got brains
she’s a barbie doll but she’s got brains
i’ve got brains and i like sex
lots of brains and she likes sex
i’m your doctor and here’s the bill
he’s your doctor and here’s the bill
doctor steel and here’s the bill
he likes to steal so here’s your bill
i’m speed racer and i drive real fast
i’m a big pirate and i like to steal
i’m a barbie doll but i got brains
i’m your doctor and here’s the bill
i drive real fast i’m gonna last
i like to drink and i like to kill
lots of brains and i like sex
like to steal here’s your bill
3:57 AM
Flaming Lips
Magician v the Headache
Hit to Death in the Future Head
Warner
Sermon’s over, but can you feel it now on the ground
No, it never takes you very long, no, it never takes you very long
Sometimes I come home and there’s a monkey
He’s puttin’ down, he’s makin’ love to the hole in my head
He’s makin’ love to the hole in my head
Sermon’s over, but can you feel it now on the ground
No, it never takes you very long, no, it never takes you very long
No, it never takes you very long, no, it never takes you very long
No, it never takes you very long
4:05 AM
John Cage, Lejaren Hill
HPSCHD
Split Single with Ben Johnston
Nonesuch
AGITATE. SPIN. ENGAGE.
4:05 AM
James Brown
The Payback
The Payback
Polydor
Hey, gotta gotta payback
(The big payback)
Revenge, I’m mad
(The big payback)
Got to get back, I need some get back
Payback, payback
(The big payback)
That’s it, payback, revenge
I’m mad!
I get down with my girlfriend, that ain’t right
Hollarin’, cussin’, you wanna fight
Payback is a thing you gotta see, hell
Brother do any damn thing to me
Sold me out, for chicken change
(Yes you did)
Told me that they, they had it all arranged
You had me down, and that’s a fact
And now you punk, you gotta get ready
For the bigpayback
(The bigpayback)
That’s where I am, you gotta big payback
(The big payback)
I can do wheelin’, I can do dealin’
(Yes we can)
But I don’t do no damn squealin’
I can dig rappin’, I’m ready, I can dig scrappin’
But I can’t dig that backstabbin’
(Oh no)
The brother get ready, that’s a fact
Get ready you mother for the big payback
(The big payback)
Let me hit ’em, hit ’em, friend hit ’em, hey, hey
You took my money, you got my honey
Don’t want me to see what you doing to me
I got to get back, I gotta deal with you, gotta deal with you
Gotta deal with ya, I gotta deal with ya, hey let me tell ya!
Get down with my woman, that ain’t right
You hollarin’ and cussin’, you wanna fight
Don’t do me no darn favor
I don’t know karate, but I know ka-razor
(Yes we do)
Hey get ready, that’s a fact
Get ready you mother for the big payback
(The big payback)
Hey, I’m a man, I’m a man
I’m a son of a man, but don’t they tell ya then pappa can
Get ready for the big payback
(The big payback)
Hit me again
No don’t
Get ready I need it, I need a hit again
The same one, the same one, same one, hit ’em back
(The big payback)
Sold me out for chicken change
Said my woman had it all arranged
Tryin’ to make a deal, she wants to squeal
But I had my boys on her heels
Saw me comin’, told a lie, she broke down and she wanted to cry
I don’t care what she does, she’ll be doin’ just like she was
Take those kids and raise ’em up
Somebody teach ’em a rightous tough
Take her, take that woman, it’s one place she found
Just run that mother out of town
Make her get up, make her get up, get out
Make her get up, make her get up, get out
I’m mad, I want revenge, I want revenge, my
(The big payback)
My patience ends, I want revenge
My patience ends, I want revenge
I want revenge, I want revenge
(The big payback)
Gonna get some hits, I need those hits
I need those hits, hit me!
Now I need those hits
Carry on, carry on, paper [Incomprehensible]
(The big payback)
Alright
(The big payback)
4:11 AM
Lightnin’ Hopkins Brownee McGhee Sonny Terry Big Joe Williams
Chain Gang Blues
The Blues Box
Verve Folkways
‘nuff said
4:20 AM
The Cramps
God Damn Rock and Roll
Stay Sick
Vengeance
I dig that goddamn Rock ‘n’ Roll
That kinda stuff that don’t save souls
And I’m just horny enough to throw
A flying screw through some halo
Now Jill’s bucket Jack had to hold
Some rabbit dug himself some Alice hole
Humpty dunked it ’til he done explode
They did that god damned Rock ‘n’ Roll
They did that god damned Rock ‘n’ Roll
The kinda stuff that don’t save souls
Ain’t nuthin’ good about it that I know
Yea, I dig that goddamn Rock ‘n’ Roll
Now King Tut put it on a chart
Noah took two on his ark
Even before Van Gogh had art
Adam and Eve did it in the park
Now these days ’bout all you got is bull
Ya got yer rockheads and your croissant rolls
In days of old though when knights were bold
They tied a sock around their jelly roll
4:22 AM
Art Blakey
Blues March
Art’s Break
Lotus
JAMS
4:42 AM
Sonic Youth
Track 2
Goodbye 20th Century Disc 1
SYR
“You say goodbye. But, I say HELLO.”
4:43 AM
Mudhoney
You Got it
Eponymous
Sub Pop
They say you got it
I’ll say you got it
You got it
You got it good
You got it
You can keep it
That’s right
I don’t want it
You give it away like free samples
But I don’t want what anyone can have
You got it
Yeah, you got it
So what?
Keep it outta my face
Keep it outta my face
Keep it outta my face
Keep it outta my face
Just cause you got it
You think everyone wants you
You got it
You think that’s enough
You got it
That’s right you got it
You’re fucked
Keep it outta my face
Keep it outta my face [exuent]
4:43 AM
Sebadoh
As the world dies the Eyes of God grow BIGGER
III
Homestead
Descended from Emerson, into this life
Falling, falling, falling into my seventh life
My father rode a motorcycle naked in the rain
Mother, a flower girl, blonde and 18
Three long days in the Colorado jail
Seven months pregnant, on the western trail
She met El in San Francisco, so it goes
(She met El in San Francisco, yeah so it goes)
Elwyn was out of his head, speed up his nose
Mother met a second man, by chance
She remembered from a hometown high school dance
The night they got to fighting, man’s arms, they let me fall
My head hit the concrete floor, I didn’t move at all
My mom hysterical, thinking I was dead
She ran into the street, scared out of her head
I watched the stars in the heavens for a while
Then I came around for good, but not with a smile
Moved home to the valley where the hippies conspire
Even my grandma loved to get high
My father dosed liquid LSD
Fried his mind for years to come, look what it’s done to me
The breakup ensued, I held my baby brother’s hand
I held my baby brother’s hand
The nights that followed, footsteps could be heard
(The nights that followed in the house, footsteps could be heard)
No one on the second floor ‘cept spirits I have learned
Mom and her best friend said, “It’s time to go”
To Aroyo Hondo, New Mexico
Adobe huts, I recall every gathering adobe
I was hungry in the desert; I wanted to go home
Morning I awoke; I was all alone
(But I walked outside I realized)
No one but a f**king geek to share the dusty home
(No one was there; I thought I would die)
As I walked outside I realized
(Time stood still; I watched the dome)
No one was there; I thought I would die
(Then the bug came back, tears in my throat)
Time stood still as I watched the goat
(Next thing I knew I was in public school)
The nurse of a new bug came back; tears in my throat
(It wasn’t much, but it followed the rules)
Next thing I knew I was in public school
(Sat alone; stood alone)
It wasn’t much, but it followed the rules
(Tried my best to understand my broken home)
Sat alone; stood alone
(I got to watch my poor mother cry)
Tried to understand my broken home
(Empty, exposed to all she felt inside)
I got to watch my poor mother cry
(And then I hear these hippies philosophize)
Empty, exposed to all she felt inside
And hear these hippies philosophize
And dreaming of the commune in the sky
(Too many changing partners at different times
Brothers and sisters, don’t get too close
And dreaming of the commune in the sky
And mother waves him goodbye, so I’m left here on my puzzle with nobody’s help)
Boycott society, then the kids can’t socialize
(My faith is my strength, living in hell)
We had a cat named “Hope” and soon it died
(Thinking about our locks too thin, wondering if I’m at all like him)
There were nervous breakdowns every day, numerous crises games
(Before the flood, before the flood, of blood, I’m dead serious, you just you wait)
Parents like to play, too many changing partners
(The Nazi Klan looked like 6)
At different times
(The plan is well underway)
Brothers and sisters, don’t get too close
(Those who crossed me are cursed, will see fewer days)
Another routine goodbye
(You’ll listen to me; let’s kill in the street)
So I’m workin’ on my puzzle with nobody’s help
(You made a big mistake so just you f**kin’, livin in hell, El)
My faith is my strength because I’m living in hell, thinkin’ about hell,
Locked in the bin, wondering if I’m at all like him
Before the flood, before the flood of blood
I’m dead serious, so just you wait
The Manson Klan will look like saints
(The Nazi Klan will look like saints)
The plan’s well underway, those who crossed me will see fewer days
(The plan’s well underway, those who crossed me are cursed)
You’re wastable to me; you’re roadkill in the street
(Just you wait, you will see fewer days)
You’re so wastable to me, like the roadkill in the street; you made a big mistake
(Satan)
So just you f**king wait
(Satan)
Blood on the walls; blood on the walls
(Satan; Satan)
Dear friends, goodbye, needlessly you f**k with me; now you’re gonna die
Blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls
4:49 AM
King Crimson
Happy Family
Lizard
Atlantic
Happy family, one hand clap, four went by and none come back.
Brother Judas, ash and sack, swallowed aphrodisiac.
Rufus, Silas, Jonah too sang, “We’ll blow our own canoes,”
Poked a finger in the zoo, punctured all the ballyhoo
Whipped the world and beat the clock, wound up with their share of stock.
Silver Rolls from golden rock, shaken by a knock, knock, knock.
Happy family, wave that grin, what goes round must surely spin;
Cheesecake, mousetrap, Grip-Pipe-Thynne cried out, “We’re not Rin Tin Tin.”
Uncle Rufus grew his nose, threw away his circus clothes
Cousin Silas grew a beard, drew another flask of weird
Nasty Jonah grew a wife, Judas drew his pruning knife.
Happy family one hand clap, four went on but none came back
Happy family, pale applause, each to his revolving doors.
Silas searching, Rufus neat, Jonah caustic, Jude so sweet.
Let their sergeant mirror spin if we lose the barbers win;
Happy family one hand clap, four went on but none came back
4:52 AM
Helios Creed
Master Blaster
Boxing the Clown
NOISE Amphetamine Reptile
MASS DePRESSion
UNDER the ground
can you feel it?
The Awesome SOUND
MASTER BLASTER!
OVER the ground
can you feel it?
The AWESOME SOUND
Mass Depression
Under the ground
can you feel it?
The Awesome sound.
4:55 AM
Metallica
Shortest Straw
…And Justice for All
Elektra
Suspicion is your name
Your honesty to blame
Put dignity to shame
Dishonor
Witchhunt modern day
Determining decay
The blatant disarray
Disfigure
The public eye’s disgrace
Defying common place
Unending paper chase
Unending
Deafening
Painstaking
Reckoning
This vertigo it doth bring
Shortest straw
Challenge liberty
Downed by law
Live in infamy
Rub you raw
Witchhunt riding through
Shortest straw
The shortest straw has been pulled for you
Pulled for you
Shortest straw
Pulled for you
Shortest straw
Pulled for you
Shortest straw
The shortest straw has been pulled for you
The accusations fly
Discrimination, why?
Your inner self to die
Intruding
Doubt sunk itself in you
It’s teeth and talons through
You’re living Catch-22
Deluding
A mass hysteria
A megalomania
Reveal dementia
Reveal
Secretly
Silently
Certainly
In vertigo you will be
Shortest straw
Challenge liberty
Downed by law
Live in infamy
Rub you raw
Witchhunt riding through
Shortest straw
This shortest straw has been pulled for you
Pulled for you
Shortest straw
Pulled for you
Shortest straw
Pulled for you
Shortest straw
Shortest straw has been pulled for you
Shortest straw
Pulled for you
Shortest straw
Pulled for you
Shortest straw
Pulled for you
Shortest straw
Shortest straw has been pulled for you
Behind you, hands are tied
You’re being ostracized
Your hell is multiplied
Upending
The fallout has begun
Oppressive damage done
Your many turned to none
To nothing
You’re reaching your nadir
Your will has disappeared
The lie is crystal clear
Defending
Channels red
One word said
Blacklisted
With vertigo make you dead
Shortest straw
Challenge liberty
Downed by law
Live in infamy
Rub you raw
Witchhunt riding through
Shortest straw
The shortest straw has been pulled for you
Pulled for you
5:03 AM
Jimi Hendrix
Straight Ahead
The Cry of Love
Reprise
Hello, my friend
So happy to see you again
I was so alone
All by my self
I just couldn’t make it
Have you heard, baby
What the winds blowing round
Have you heard, baby
A whole lot of peoples coming right on down
Communication, yeah
Is coming on strong
And don’t give a damn, baby
If your hair is short or long, huh
I said, get out of your grave
Everybody is dancing in the street
Do what you know, don’t be slow
You gotta practice what you preach
‘Cause it’s time for you and me
Come to face reality (it sounds like he says “fake reality”)
Forget about the past, baby
Things ain’t what they used to be
Keep on Straight Ahead
Keep on straight Ahead
Straight Ahead, baby
Straight Ahead, baby
We got to stand side by side
We got to stand together and organize
They say power to the people,
That’s what they’re screamin’
Freedom of the soul
Pass it on, pass it on to the young and old
You got to tell the children the truth
They don’t need a whole lot of lies
Because one of these days, baby
They’ll be running things
So when you give them love
You better give it right
Woman and child and man and wife
The best love to have is the Love Of Life
Pushing on Straight Ahead
Straight Ahead, baby
Hello my friend
It’s so good to see you again
And I’ve been all by my self
I don’t think I can make it alone
I gotta keep on pushing ahead
5:10 AM
Booker T and the MGs
Melting Pot
Memphis Million (Comp)
STAX
JAMS (instrumental)
5:11 AM
Van Halen
Could this be Magic?
Women and Children First
Warner
Out upon the islands on a cool summer night
Buddy, you don’t got to hurry, take your time
What you need is on the menu and you get it tonight
Buddy, you got womens on your mind
Could this be magic? Or could this be love?
Could this turn tragic? You know that magic often does
And I see lonely ships upon the water
Better save the women and children first
Sail away with someone’s daughter
Better save the women and children first
I hear music on the landin’ an’ there’s laughter in the air
Just could be your boat is comin’ in
Yeah you’re leanin’ back an’ yeah, a foot tappin’
Ain’t got your head right
There’s a full moon out tonight. Baby, let’s begin
And she said “Could this be magic? Or could this be love?” Uh, oh
An’ I said “Could this turn tragic? You know that magic often does”
And I see lonely ships upon the water
Better save the women and children first
Sail away with someone’s daughter
Better save the women and children first
Edward? Thank you
And she said “Could this be magic? Or, could this be love?”
And I said “Could this turn tragic? You know that magic often does”
N’ I see lonely ships upon the water
Better save the women and children first
Sail away with someone’s daughter
Better save the women and children first. Yes, ah
5:18 AM
Butthole Surfers
Horse Pee [pictogram title]
Hairway to Steven
Touch and Go
“YOU RANG?”
5:20 AM
ENO
Seven Deadly Finns
Rarities
Editions EG
Oh, the French girls with their strings of pearls
Think it’s such a burning shame
That the local boys with their country joys
Never make them daisy chains.
They’re swapping disappointing incidents
While at the dock another ship pulls in
And suddenly the door breaks down (Hourah!)
It’s the Seven Deadly Finns!
Oh soldiers and sailors
Have all been there before:
Gigolos and governments
Have tumbled through that door.
Because they need those French girls
With all their kiss-curls
And powder in their guns
And the Seven Finns with the deadly grins
Tend to measure beauty in tons!
The first is a freak with a masochistic streak
And the second is a kitten up a tree
The third is a flirt with an awful print skirt
And the fourth is pretending to be me
The fifth wears a mac and never turns his back
And the sixth never shows his eyes
But the Seventh Deadly Finn is so tall and slim,
He shouldanever been with those guys.
Although variety is the spice of life,
A steady rhythm is the source
Simplicity is the crucial thing
Systemically of course
(work it on out like Norbert Weiner)
So when those French Girls say to you
“Would you like your ashes raked?”
You’ll have to take their word for it:
It’s the only thing to take…
5:23 AM
Mothers of Invention
Eric Dolphy Memorial Barbecue
Weasels Ripped My Flesh
BIZARRE
Time for some soul food… [instrumental]
5:34 AM
Bob Marley and the Wailers
Them Belly Full
Live 1975
Island
Na-na na na-na na na na;
Na-na na na-na na na na;
Na-na na na-na na na na;
Na-na na na-na na na na.
Them belly full, but we hungry;
A hungry mob is a angry mob.
A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough;
A yot a-yook, but d’ yood no ‘nough.
You’re gonna dance to Jah music, dance;
We’re gonna dance to Jah music, dance, oh-ooh!
Forget your troubles and dance!
Forget your sorrows and dance!
Forget your sickness and dance!
Forget your weakness and dance!
Cost of livin’ gets so high,
Rich and poor they start to cry:
Now the weak must get strong;
They say, “Oh, what a tribulation!”
Them belly full, but we hungry;
A hungry mob is a angry mob.
A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough;
A pot a-yook, but d’ yood* no ‘nough.
We’re gonna chuck to Jah music – chuckin’;
We’re chuckin’ to Jah music – we’re chuckin’.
A belly full, but them hungry;
A hungry mob is a angry mob.
A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough;
A pot a-cook, but d’ food* no ‘nough.
A hungry man is a angry man;
A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough;
A pot a-yook, but you no ‘nough’
A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough.
A pot a-cook, but you no ‘nough;
A hungry mob is a angry mob;
A hungry mob is a angry mob.
5:41 AM
Howlin’ Wolf
Down in the Bottom
Chester Burnett AKA…
Chess
Well now, baby meet me in the bottom, bring me my running shoes
Well now, baby meet me in the bottom, bring me my running shoes
Well, I’ll come out the window, won’t have time to lose.
When you see me streaking by, please don’t be late
When you see me streaking by, please don’t be late
Well you runnin’, though my life is at stake
Well, I hope you’ll see me when I come streaking by
Well, I hope you’ll see me when I come streaking by
She got a bad old man, you know I’m too young to die
I got to leave here. Get caught in…
5:43 AM
Bruce Springsteen
I’m on Fire
Born in the USA
Columbia
Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
I’m on fire
Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can he do to you the things that I do
I can take you higher
I’m on fire
Sometimes it’s like someone took a knife baby
Edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
Through the middle of my soul
At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
And a freight train running through the
Middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
I’m on fire
5:46 AM
Scott Walker
The Old Man’s Back Again (Dedicated to the Neo-Stalinist Regime)
4
4 men with beards
I seen a hand, I seen a vision
It was reaching through the clouds, To risk a dream
A shadow cross the sky
And it crushed into the ground, Just like a beast
The old man’s back again
The old man’s back again
I seen a woman, standing in the snow
She was silent as she watched them take her man
Teardrops burned her cheeks
for she thought she’d heard, The shadow had left this land
The old man’s back again
The old man’s back again
The crowds just gathered, their faces turned away
And they queue all day like dragons of disgust
All the women whispering
Wondering just what these young hot-heads want of us
And entres vie he cries
with eyes that ring like chimes
His anti-worlds go spinning through his head
He burns them in his dreams
for half awake they may as well be dead
The old man’s back again
I see he’s back again
I see a soldier, He’s standing in the rain
For him there’s no old man to walk behind
Devoured by his pain
bewildered by the faces who pass him by
He’d like another name the one he’s got’s a curse
These people cried
Why can’t they understand
His mother called him Ivan then she died
The old man’s back again
The old man’s back again
I can see him back again
5:52 AM
Sonic Youth
Expressway to YR Skull
EVOL
ssT
We’re gonna kill
The California girls
we’re gonna fire the exploding load in the milkmaid maiden head
we’re gonna find the meaning
of feeling good
and we’re gonna stay there as long as we think we should
mystery train
three way plane
expressway
to your skull
mystery train
three way plane
expressway
to your skull
mystery train
three way plane
expressway
to your skull….[exuent and drone]
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- PRINCE and THE REVOLUTION “LET’S GO CRAZY” (INTRO)
DEARLY BELOVED, WE ARE GATHERED HERE TODAY TO GET THROUGH THIS THING CALLED LIFE. ELECTRIC WORD “LIFE” IT MEANS FOREVER AND THAT’S A MIGHTY LONG TIME BUT I’M HERE TO TELL YOU THERE’S SOMETHING ELSE…THE AFTERWORLD [CUT]
[CONNECT]
- THE BIRTHDAY PARTY “MUTINY IN HEAVEN”
Well I jumped!
and fled this fucken heap on doctored wings,
My flailing pinions, with splints and rags and crutches!
(damn things nearly hardly flap)
Canker upon canker upon one million tiny punctures
That look like… Long thin red ribbons draped across the arms of a lil mortal girl
(like a ground -plan of Hell)
Curse these smartin strings! these fucken ruptures!
Enough! Enough is enough!
(if this is Heaven ah’m bailin out)
If this is Heaven ah’m bailin out
I can’t tolerate this ol tin-tub so fulla trash and rats!
Felt one crawl across my soul
For a second there, as thought as was a back down in the ghetto!
(rats in Paradise! rats in Paradise!)
I’m bailin out! there’s a mutiny in Heaven!
I was born… And Lord shakin,
even then was dumped into some icy font,
Like some great stinky unclean!
From slum-chuch to slum-church,
I spilt my heart to some fat cunt behind a screen…
Evil poppin eye pressed up to the opening
He’d slide shut the lil perforated hatch…at night my body blushed
To the whistle of the birch
With a lil practice I soon learned to use in on myself
Punishment?!
Reward!!
Punishment?!
Reward!!
Well, I tied on…perched on my bed I was… Stick’n a needle in my arm…
I tied off! Fucken wings burst out my back
(like I was cuttin teeth!!)
I took off!!!
(rats in Paradise! rats in Paradise!)
There’s a mutiny in Heaven!
Oh lord, I get down on my knees (I get down on my knees and start to pray)
Wrapped in my mongrel wings, I nearly freeze In the howlin wind and drivin rain
(all the trash blowin round ‘n’ round)
From slum-heaven into town I take my tiny pain and rollin back my sleeve
(roll anna roll anna roll anna roll)
I yank the drip outta mah vein!
UTOPIATE! I’m bailin out! UTOPIATE! If this is Heaven ah’m bailin out! My threadbare soul teems with vermin and louse. Thoughts come like a plague to the head…in god’s house!
Mutiny in Heaven!
(ars infectio forco Dio)
To the plank!
(rats in Paradise! rats in Paradise!)
I’m bailin out!
(hail Hypuss Dermio Vita Rex!)
Hole inna ghetto! hole inna ghetto!
(Scabio Murem per Sanctum…Dio, Dio, Dio)
- STEEL POLE BATH TUB “SOUL CANNON”
[“Welcome Welcome! Come in Come in! C’mon C’mon. Come in Come in!”]
“I’m going so damn fast now. And you, you’re so SLOWED DOWN.”
- PERE UBU “NONALIGNMENT PACT”
I wanna make a deal with you girl
and get it signed by the heads of state
I wanna make a deal with you girl
be recognized ’round the world
It’s my nonalignment pact
Nonalignment pact
Sign it!
At night I can see the stars on fire
I can see the world in flames
And it’s all because of you
or your thousand other names
Peggy Carrie Ann and Betty Jean Jill Jan Joan and Sue Alice Cindy Barbara Ann
It’s all because of you
It’s all because of you girl!
It’s all because of you
It’s all because of you girl!
Sign my nonalignment pact
Nonalignment pact!
It’s my nonalignment pact
- BUTTHOLE SURFERS “USSA”
USSA USSA!
YOU SAY, “YES SIR!”
USSA USSR…
YOU SAY, “YES SIR!”
- BILLIE HOLIDAY “STRANGE FRUIT”
Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
- NEIL YOUNG “ROCKIN’ IN A FREE WORLD”
There’s colors on the street
Red, white and blue
People shufflin’ their feet
People sleepin’ in their shoes
But there’s a warnin’ sign on the road ahead
There’s a lot of people sayin’ we’d be better off dead
Don’t feel like Satan, but I am to them
So I try to forget it any way I can.
Keep on rockin’ in the free world,
I see a woman in the night
With a baby in her hand
Under an old street light Near a garbage can
Now she puts the kid away, and she’s gone to get a hit
She hates her life, and what she’s done to it
There’s one more kid that will never go to school
Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool.
Keep on rockin’ in the free world
We got a thousand points of light
For the homeless man
We got a kinder, gentler, Machine gun hand
We got department stores and toilet paper
Got styrofoam boxes for the ozone layer
Got a man of the people, says keep hope alive
Got fuel to burn, got roads to drive.
Keep on rockin’ in the free world,
- STEEL POLE BATH TUB “BEE STING”
LIFE’S NO ROMANCE
LOVE IS A FLOWER
LIVE TO FUCK
FUCK FOR HOURS
IT MAKES YOU WANNA. MAKES YOU WANNA
MAKES YOU WANT!
ABOUT YOU
I COULDN’T GIVE A FUCK
AS MY FATHER BEFORE ME
A TRUE GUT SUCK
THE THINGS HE TOLD ME
I’LL NEVER TELL
LIKE FATHER LIKE SON
I’M STILL IN HELL!
WHEN I WAS BORN, THERE WERE NO FLOWERS.
I CAN DO WITHOUT
SO, FUCK YOU, COWARD.
COZ IT MAKES YOU WANNA. IT MAKES YOU WANNA
IT MAKES YOU WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!
- MINUTEMEN “THEMSELVES”
All these men who work the land
Should evaluate themselves and make a stand
Can’t they see beyond the rhetoric?
The lies and promises that don’t mean shit
And all the men who learned to hate them
They keep themselves hidden away
They keep themselves upon the hill
Afraid that they’ll have to pay
For all the crimes upon their head
And all the men who learned to hate them
- THE CREATURES “FURY EYES”
[BACKGROUND MUSIC DURING RE-CAP]
- THE CLASH “I’M SO BORED WITH THE USA”
[YOU KNOW THIS SONG ;)]
- THE SMITHS “SHOPLIFTERS OF THE WORLD”
Learn to love me
Assemble the ways
Now, today, tomorrow and always
My only weakness is a list of crime
My only weakness is … well, never mind, never mind
Shoplifters of the world unite and take over
Shoplifters of the world
Hand it over Hand it over Hand it over
Learn to love me
And assemble the ways
Now, today, tomorrow, and always
My only weakness is a listed crime
But last night the plans of a future war
Was all I saw on Channel Four
Shoplifters of the world Unite and take over
Shoplifters of the world Hand it over Hand it over Hand it over
A heartless hand on my shoulder
A push – and it’s over
Alabaster crashes down (Six months is a long time)
Tried living in the real world Instead of a shell
But before I began … I was bored before I even began
Shoplifters of the world Unite and take over
Shoplifters of the world Unite and take over
Shoplifters of the world Unite and take over
Shoplifters of the world:
HAND IT OVER!!!
- SHAD O’SHEA “WHAT IS AMERICA?”
“We’ve done it, brother! We’ve done it hand-to-hand! We’ve done it, sister! all across this land!
It’s been 200 years of blood sweat and tears.”
- CLASSIE FREDDIE BLASSIE “PENCIL NECK GEEK”
Back when I was a kid, life was going swell.
Till something happened, blew every thing to hell.
That night my daddy stumbled in, all pale and weak,
Said “A woman up the block just gave birth to a geek.”
Mom said, “Sell it to the circus, what the heck.”
Dad said, “Nope, this one’s a pencil neck.
And if there’s one thing lower than a side show freak,
It’s a grit eatin’, scum suckin’, pencil neck geek.”
You see if you take a pencil that won’t hold lead,
Looks like a pipe cleaner attached to a head,
Add a buggy whip body with a brain that leaks,
You got yourself a grit eatin’, pencil neck geek.
Pencil neck geek, grit eatin’ freak,
scum suckin’, pea head with a lousy physique.
He’s a one man, no gut, loosing streak.
Nothin’ but a pencil neck geek.
Soon the geeks were poppin’ up all over town.
You couldn’t hardly sneeze without knockin’ one down.
After a nice juicy steak, if you need a toothpick,
Just reach for a geek, they’ll do the trick.
One day we cut one up for fish bait.
Learned our lesson just a little bit late.
Soon as the geek hit the drink, the water turned red.
Next day, sure enough, all the fish were dead.
Pencil neck geek, grit eatin’ freak,
scum suckin’, pea head with a lousy physique.
He’s a one man, no gut, loosing streak.
Nothin’ but a pencil neck geek.
Most any night you know where I can be found.
Yeah, stomping some geek’s head into the ground.
So keep the faith ’cause in Blassie you can trust,
I won’t give up ’til the last geek bites the dust.
They say, “these geeks come a dime a dozen.”
I’m lookin’ for the guy who’s supplyin’ the dimes.
Its gonna be real hard times for all of these
grit eatin’, scum suckin’, boot lickin’, drop kickin’, gut grindin’, nail bitin’, glue sniffin’, scab pickin’, butt scratchin’, egg hatchin’, sleezy, smelly, pepper bellied, dirty, lousy, rotten, stinkin’, freaks.
Nothing but a pencil neck geek. Pencil neck geek. Pencil neck geek. Pencil neck geek…
- LAST EXIT “DISCHARGE”
INSTRUMENTAL
- THE GOATS “BURN THE FLAG”
[POST LYRICS HERE. BUT YOU KNOW…NUFF SAID.]
- BODY COUNT “COP KILLER”
[SETTLE DOWN. IT’S A POEM. READ IT YOURSELF.]
- BEASTIE BOYS “BIG SHOT” [BILLY JOEL COVER]
- CYPRESS HILL “INTELLECTUAL DONS”
What’s up we gonna go down the line baby
Brand new one from the Call O Da Wild
Give big shouts to money makin Manhattan145th street crews, 155th street crews
All my niggaz on the East Side
We gonna flip the track baby, flip the script like this
Big shouts to all the weed spots and all that who know how we do
Me things no money sat on Monies chicks
Fillin Barcadi on club seats
Harm’s represent the crease on wise fully feet harmly accriminate
Futuristic kittens of the street all malfunction seats
Crews stand like mannequins sportin names is Tim’s
I’ll make half your flaps burn is self-discipline
And supportin your kittens if you’re convinced
They keep the scripts movie-men
Experience and hard is (unknown) has captured run for the (unkown)
Mischievous black kids dipped in black hooches
Ruthless-a the caswendler stupid used to pump with the any gooier
Now let the card hold the futures
Don’t want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don’t want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual trauma causing drama
B Ricks stands anonymous decant flicks
And non-raps that can’t bonely manifest the Buddha blessed
Freshly dressed rollin in the clubs for success
I’m not dressed in materialistic games to get the sex
The five six I’m livin fortune of survival tactics
Keepin my enemies close and all my niggaz out of business
What is this? Slicey characters spreadin my business
Fragments that can’t manage that do damage yo I had it
Environmental pressure causing static
In fabric of the asiac cabbage it’s madness
All this I’m civilized now what do I now?
Run these avenues buckwild with crews now who is it?
Makin all you critics fiend these lyricsAnd be the core
Yes y’all comin through on your premises
This is it
Don’t want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don’t want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don’t want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don’t want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Know I’m sayin?
Big shouts to my sacred projects connections know I’m sayin?
All my brothers on 113th Lexus to-dial
know I’m sayin?
Big shouts to the LES baby we see you
Know I’m sayin?
Big shouts to my sacred projects connections
know I’m sayin?
All my brothers on 113th Lexus to-dial
knowI’msayin?
Big shouts to the LES baby we see you
Put on Stella performances
While niggaz place bids at auto auctions
Re-model frames and changin rusty engines and courting
And while you Forman fools wanna shorten my life
My life is like survival organs
It’s not important that you’re this lyrical dissertation
Tossing lineal seeing precitals break your vinyl
Chronically spotting spiral perhaps spinning out wax
Yo ? Nas? put the black wars on elegant floors
The teachers got operations make em insecure
Gypsy cabs I flag Donnas DC slam that ass take a detour
Affiliates with my predominately black landscape
Hop the squad I watch the sling shot from rotting up your pin spot
Jostling nigga glocked him playing possum
I got the X-ray visionAin’t nothing poppin while the tears who interfere
And the fears they disappear
Don’t want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don’t want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don’t want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don’t want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin DONS
Ah man that’s the Call O’ Da Wild flavor baby
I can’t take it no more I’m outta here baby
But before we get up out I wanna give big shouts
To all the Buddha spots that made this possible
Big shouts to the 99 cents store baby
The discount health foods know I’m sayin?
All the brothers on the Lexus ail with that good, goodness
Big shouts to the party bag shop
To all you other food spots on your roster crew with the end shit
Yeah we out baby don’t forget to flip this to the other side
Get with that Call O’ Da Wild baby, it’s like that yeah.
- STEVE EARLE “COPPERHEAD ROAD”
Well my name’s John Lee Pettimore
Same as my Daddy and his Daddy before
You hardly ever saw grandaddy down here
He only came to town about twice a year
He’d buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line
Everybody knew that he made moonshine
Now the revenue man wanted grandaddy bad
He headed up the holler with everything he had
It’s before my time but I’ve been told
He never came back from Copperhead Road
Now Daddy ran the whiskey in a big block Dodge
Bought it at an auction at the mason’s lodge
Johnson County sheriff painted on the side
Just shot a coat of primer then he looked inside
Well him and my uncle tore that engine down
I still remember that rumblin’ sound
Well the sheriff came around in the middle of the night
Heard mama cryin’, knew something wasn’t right
He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load
You could smell the whiskey burnin’ down Copperhead Road
I volunteered for the army on my birthday
They draft the white trash first,’round here anyway
I done two tours of duty in Vietnam
And I came home with a brand new plan
I take the seed from Colombia and Mexico
I plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road
Well the D.E.A.’s got a chopper in the air
I wake up screaming like I’m back over there
I learned a thing or two from ol’ Charlie don’t you know
You better stay away from Copperhead Road
- SUN RA “ATLANTIS”
Instrumental (mostly)
[re-cap, set list read back]
- ENO “BABY’S ON FIRE”
Baby’s on fire
Better throw her in the water
Look at her laughing
Like a heifer to the slaughter
Baby’s on fire
And all the laughing boys are bitching
Waiting for photos
Oh the plot is so bewitching
Rescuers row row
Do your best to change the subject
Blow the wind blow blow
Lend some assistance to the object
Photographers snip snap
Take your time she’s only burning
This kind of experience Is necessary for her learning
If you’ll be my flotsam I could be half the man I used to
They said you were hot stuff
And that’s what Baby’s been reduced to…
Juanita and Juan
Very clever with maraccas
Making their fortunes Selling second-hand tobaccoes
Juan dances at Chico’s
And when the clients are evicted
He empties the ashtrays
And pockets all that he’s collected
But Baby’s on fire!
And all the instruments agree that
Her temperature’s rising
But any idiot would know that.
- DAVID BOWIE “WHAT IN THE WORLD?”
You’re just a little girl with grey eyes
Never mind, say something
Wait until the crowd cries
Oh, wait until the crowd cries
You’re just a little girl with grey eyes
So deep in your room, you never leave your room
Something deep inside of me – yearning deep inside of me
Talking through the gloomWhat in the world can you do
What in the world can you do
I’m in the mood for your love
I’m just a little bit afraid of you
Cause love won’t make you cry
But, wait until the crowd goes
Oh, Wait until the crowd goes
I’m just a little bit afraid of you
So deep in your room, you never leave your room
Something deep inside of me – yearning deep inside of me
Talking through the gloom
What in the world can I do
What in the world can I do
I’m in the mood for your love
Oh, what you gonna say?
Oh, what you gonna do?
Ah, what you gonna be?
To be real me, to the real me
Under the cool, under the cool and under having a ball
What you gonna say to the real me, to the real me ?????
- STOOGES “DOWN ON THE STREET”
Down on the street where the faces shine.
Floatin’ around i’m a real low mind.
See a pretty thing – ain’t no wall.
See a pretty thing – ain’t no wall.
No wall,No wall,No wall.
Yeah deep in the night I’m lost in love.
Yeah deep in the night I’m lost in love.
A thousand lights. Look at you. A thousand lights. Look at you.
I’m lost, i’m lost, i’m lost
Faces shine – real low mind
Real low mind. I’m a real low mind…
- THE NEW PORNOGRAPHERS
Come on, come out of the rain
You’re not oppressed you’re just too learned
I took the book, I lit the page
Your sabbatical was burning!
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street.
Let’s sully every stage we meet
Lick my lips, twist my hips, but Contessa….I already did.
Some things work but me I choose to lose my skin in the dirt.
This whiskey priest he burned the church to keep his girls alive.
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street,
let’s sully every stage we meet.
Lick my lips, twist my hips, but Contessa…..I already did.
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street…
- PRINCESS PALE MOON “I AM THANKFUL TO BE AN AMERICAN”
[NUFF SAID]
- SCOTT WALKER “WE CAME THROUGH”
We came through
We came riding through like warriors from afar
Our black horses danced upon the graves of yesterday’s desires
Haunted by our visions framed in fire
I greet you, for you still believe in what’s behind a door
You’ve seen the children freeze upon their knees
And praying to the wind
Descend their grey madonnas back again
Fire the guns, and salute the men who died for freedom’s sake
And we’ll weep tonight, but we won’t lie awake
Gazing up at statues dressed in stars
We won’t dream, for they don’t come true for us
Not anymore
They’ve run afar to hide in caves
With haggard burning eyes
Their icy voices tear our hearts like knives
We came through
Like the Gothic monsters perched on Notre Dame
We observe the naked souls of gutters pouring forth mankind
Smothered in an avalanche of time
And we’re giants as we watch our kings and countries raise their shields
And Guevara dies encased in their ideals
And as Luther King’s predictions fade from view
WE CAME THROUGH!
- SKINNY PUPPY “TIN OMEN”
[ALL GOOD PEOPLE ARE ASLEEP AND DREAMING]
every truncheon, hit misguided
the peoples army, divided
united stance
amped out war dance
what a ride
inner thought, of non violent rebellion
outside dare to die,
stand and fight
show faith,
return all the weapons
government says use them right
fixed action set in motion
doubting
amnesia potion
what to hide red carpet
guessing right
HAHA the jokes on You,
dark corner destroyer
HAHA you bathe once a week
distorted,
the viewpoint,
seldom seen
wayback in 68
ohio,
kent state
was nothing
so great
have of have not
forcing the point
shot in the back
take it back
down trod soldier away
flower power
within me
kill me
kill this way of life
[ALL GOOD PEOPLE ARE ASLEEP AND DREAMING]
and be known
one by one
they’ll be coming down
altogether
sister machine gun
automatic high
what a ride
what a trip
tripped over the candlestick
tanks arrive
firewall
got to keep the camera alive
tell the world, tell the world, whats going on here
warning shots are fired
at the students chest wound
coed falls
amped out…
changing guns for brooms the guards change
to clean up crews
HAHA the jokes on You
dark corner destroyer
HAHA you bathe once a week
distorted
the viewpoint
seldom seen
way back in 68
every thing was so great
no way,
WRONG DATE
keep up the trade
balanced charade
close circuit truth used to remove
keep the camera alive!
[ALL GOOD PEOPLE ARE ASLEEP AND DREAMING]
what a trip…
- HUSKER DU “TERMS OF PSYCHIC WARFARE”
Well, I see you walking down the road
And the thoughts within my mind explode
But having to hold back taught me a lot about control
And letting all loose at once
When it was time to let you know
You occupied my space
And you occupied your mind
By jumping off the roof
To the first conclusion you can find
Now all the silver you can steal
Can’t buy a piece of what I feel
It’s sad but the means
They just don’t justify the ends
To be forever haunted
By the ghosts of all your friends
Painful, yeah, that’s the way
You’ve chosen it to be
C’mon, babe, can’t you think
Of anyone besides me?
These are the terms
Now don’t think you’re the only one
Who has harbored a self-hate
I’m just as guilty of selling
What my own sweet soul creates
Now don’t feel bad the next time
My memory comes creepin’
You’ve got your own bed now
I suggest that’s the one you sleep in
Goodnight baby
- JOAN ARMATRADING “BOTTOM TO THE TOP”
Know I’ve been saying
There’s something I have to prove
I keep on going baby
‘Cos if I stop now
I’m bound to lose
To the limit here we go
From the bottom to the top
Gonna tell all of my friends
Say I can run on any track
Some move more quickly
You now they can stand the pace
Others move slow
But they get there just the same
Know I want first
And not just a place
Keep on pushing babe
Know I’ve been working
To do what I have to do
Keep on pushing baby
‘Cos I know if I get through
It’s more for you
To the limit here we go
From the bottom to the top
Gonna tell all of my friends
Say I can run on any track
Some move more quickly
You now they can stand the pace
Others move slow
But they get there just the same
Know I want first
And not just a place
Keep on pushing babe
To the limit here we go
Nice and easy do it
Nice and easy…
- FUGAZI “RECLAMATION”
these are our demands:
we want control of our bodies
decisions will now be ours
you can carry out your noble actions
we will carry our noble scars
reclamation
no one here is asking
no one here is asking
but there is a question of trust
you will do what looks good to you on paper
we will do…
what we MUST
carry my body
- T.REX “CHILDREN OF THE REVOLUTION”
Well you can bump and grind
If it’s good for your mind
Well you can twist and shout
Let it all hang out
But you won’t fool
The children of the Revolution
No you won’t fool
The children of the Revolution
Well you can Terraplane
In the falling rain
I drive a Rolls Royce
‘Cuz its good for my voice
But you won’t fool
The children of the Revolution
No you won’t fool
The children of the Revolution
Well you can bump and grind
It’s good for your mind
well you can twist and shout
Let it all hang out
But you won’t fool….[EXUENT]
- MINGUS “NOSTALGIA IN TIMES SQUARE [WONDERLAND LP VERSION]
INSTRUMENTAL
- CURTIS MAYFIELD “MOVE ON UP”
Hush now child,and don’t you cry
Your folks might understand you by and by
Move on up towards your destination
You may find from time to time
Complications
Bite your lip and take a trip
Though there may be wet road ahead
You cannot slip
Just move on up and peace you will find
Into the steeple of beautiful people
Where there’s only one kind
So hush now child and don’t you cry
Your folks might understand you by and by
Just move on up and keep on wishing
Remember your dreams are your only schemes
So keep on pushing
Take nothing less – not even second best
And do not obey – you must have your say
You can past the test
Move on up!
- SLADE “KNOW WHO YOU ARE”
Know who you are
Know where you’re going to
Just take a look at the things that make up a good living
Tied off your socks
Trying your father’s on
Run round the world taking all that you want you can carry
Know where you are
And where you’ve been
And where you’re going to ‘H’ old ‘H’ sing a song
Maybe you’re wrong
Finding a new way out
Trying to work out a way to include one another
Think what you are.
Think where you’re going to
‘H’ sing a song to make out that you’re playing is easy
Know who you are
Know where you’re going to
Read a new book
Finish the other one
Right from the start try and work out the finishing answer
- MIKE STOUT “I THINK YOU NEED SOME SOLIDARITY”
When you’re bogged in the ‘dog-eat-dog’;
When looking out for number one won’t do.
When you’re broke, at the end of your rope;
And the whole world is caving in on you –
I think you need some solidarity,
Some real support, some human company.
I got more than Tea and sympathy;
I got something that starts from the hearts – it’s SOLIDARITY !
When you’re trapped, under attack;
When all the vultures are circling over you.
When you’re in hock, hit bottom rock;
The reins of poverty are jerking on you –
They rule the seas, they’re the powers that be;
You’ll never beat them alone.
You see -The only damn thing that’s gonna break that chain
Is when we stand hand and hand and join together again !
When you’re down, left on the ground;
Underneath the heals and wheels of history;
When you’ve been burned, got no where to turn,
Teetering on the edge of insanity –
…Just raise your voice…make some noise…silent majority will never do……I think it’s time to step out of line…you might as well you got nothing to lose…with SOLIDARITY !
- MARC BOLAN “YOU’VE GOT THE POWER” [POSTHUMOUS RELEASE]
You got the power, the power to mend
My, my, my, my mind
You got the power, the power to look and see and
Fi-fi-fi-fi-find
Things that’ve been lost in the mist of kisses
Teddy bears with broken faces
Legless horses with distorted bad time nightmare faces
I wanna tell you now
You got the power
You got the power
You got the power
You got the power
You got the power, the power to mend
My, my, my, my mind
You got the power, the power to look and see and
Fi-fi-fi-fi-find
Thngs that’ve been lost in the mist of kisses
Teddy bears with broken faces
Legless horses with distorted bad time nightmare faces
You got the power…
- BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN “ATLANTIC CITY”
Well, they blew up the chicken man in philly last night
Now, they blew up his house, too
Down on the boardwalk they’re gettin ready for a fight
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now, there’s trouble bustin in from outta state
And the d.a. can’t get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gamblin commissions hangin on by the skin of his teeth
Well now, evrything dies, baby, that’s a fact
But maybe evrything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in atlantic city
Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
So I drew what I had from the central trust
And I bought us two tickets on that coast city bus
Now, baby, evrything dies, honey, that’s a fact…
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
But with you forever I’ll stay
Were goin out where the sands turnin to gold
Put on your stockins baby, `cause the nights getting cold
And maybe evrything dies, baby, that’s a fact
But maybe evrything that dies someday comes back
Now, I been lookin for a job, but it’s hard to find
Down here it’s just winners and losers and don’t
Get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well, Im tired of comin out on the losin end
So, honey, last night I met this guy and Im gonna
Do a little favor for him
Well, I guess everything dies, baby, that’s a fact…
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