RECRUITING FOR THE REVOLUTION

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TRANSFORMATIONS

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SO, YEAH, I TRIED TO KEEP A BLOG FOR MY FIRST SHOW ON WCBN, BUT FAILED MISERABLY. HOWEVER, I AM WILLING TO TRY AGAIN AS NOW IT IS A NEW SEMESTER! A NEW YEAR!

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THE SHOW IS NOW CALLED TRANSFORMATIONS

THIS DOES NOT MEAN I AM THROUGH RECRUITING.

I AM JUST LOOKING AWRY.

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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

ImageHERE 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.

****UPDATED*****THIS IS THE FULL AUDIO FILE INCLUDING THE IMAGINE CENTER AD AND TWO SONGS!!

AUDIO FILE OF INTERVIEW WITH JIMMY AND BRIAN OF CTN

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MIDNIGHT-3AM AUGUST 6 ANNOTATED SET LIST

 

AUDIO FILES OF SHOW #3

HOUR 1

HOUR 2

HOUR 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

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

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

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]

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AUDIO FILES:

HOUR 1

HOUR 2

HOUR 3

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]

UPDATED with sound files YOU CAN DOWNLOAD and/or STREAM! ANNOTATED SETLIST FROM OUR FIRST SHOW ON WCBN FM ANN ARBOR 88.3 MHz


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HOUR 1 (show actually begins at about 2:20 into the sound file)

HOUR 2

HOUR 3

  • 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…

NEXT SHOW IS JULY 31. 3AM-6AM. HELP ME BUILD THE SET LIST IF YOU ARE SO MOVED.

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