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Comment by wiffledust on February 17, 2011 at 10:46am

there's something happenin' here

what it is isn't exactly clear

there's a man with a gun over there

tellin' me i got to beware

i think it's time we stop hey what's that sound

everybody look what's going round (buffalo springfield)

Comment by Robert P. Meyer Jr. on February 17, 2011 at 10:30am

"People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange "    (The Doors)

Comment by Robert P. Meyer Jr. on February 14, 2011 at 9:19am

"Well, I heard some people talkin' just the other day
And they said you were gonna put me on a shelf
But let me tell you I got some news for you
And you'll soon find out it's true
And then you'll have to eat your lunch all by yourself
'Cause I'm already gone
And I'm feelin' strong
I will sing this vict'ry song, woo, hoo,hoo,woo,hoo,hoo "    (The Eagles)

Comment by Bains on February 13, 2011 at 1:25pm

It doesn't mean much

It doesn't mean anything at all

Where every step I took in faith betrayed me

And right before I fall ...

 

You take me in

No questions asked

You strip away the ugliness that surrounds me

Are you an angel

Am I already that gone

I only hope that I won't disappoint you

When I'm down here on my knees

 

[Sarah - Sweet Surrender]

Comment by Robert P. Meyer Jr. on February 13, 2011 at 12:02pm

"From the lying mirror to the movement of stars
Everybody's looking for who they are
Those who know don't have the words to tell
And the ones with the words don't know too well


Could be the famine
Could be the feast
Could be the pusher
Could be the priest
Always ourselves we love the least
That's the burden of the angel/beast"   (Bruce Cockburn)

Comment by Elle MacNeil on February 13, 2011 at 10:26am

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast  (Helder, Henley, Frey/Eagles)

Comment by Polar on February 12, 2011 at 11:45pm

I see The Sword of Damocles is right above your head
They're trying a new treatment to get you out of bed
But radiation kills both bad and good
it can not differentiate
So to cure you they must kill you
The Sword of Damocles hangs above your head

Now I have seen lots of peoples die
from car crashes or drugs
Last night on 33rd st. I saw a kid get hit by a bus
Bus this drawn out torture over which part of you lives
is very hard to take
To cure you they must kill you
The Sword of Damocles above your head

That mix of morphine and dexedrine
we use it on the street
It kills the pain and keeps you up
your very soul to keep
But this guessing game has its own rules
the good don't always win
and might makes right
The Sword of Damocles
is hanging above your head

It seems everything's done that must be done
from over here though things don't seem fair
But there are things that we can't know
maybe there's something over there
Some other world that we don't know about
I know you hate that mystic shit
It's just another way of seeing
The Sword of Damocles above your head  (Lou Reed)

Comment by Robert P. Meyer Jr. on February 12, 2011 at 11:35pm

"Nowhere to run to, baby
Nowhere to hide
Got nowhere to run to, baby
Nowhere to hide

It's not love
I'm running from
It's the heartaches
That I know will come

'Cause I know
You're no good for me
But you`ve become
A part of me"      (Martha and the Vandellas)

Comment by wiffledust on February 12, 2011 at 5:31pm

Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
'Til you spend half your life just covering up

Born in the U.S.A.

I got in a little hometown jam
And so they put a rifle in my hands
Sent me off to Vietnam
To go and kill the yellow man
Born in the U.S.A.

Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me"
I go down to see the V.A. man
He said "Son don't you understand"

I had a buddy at Khe Sahn
Fighting off the Viet Cong
They're still there, he's all gone
He had a little girl in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms

Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years down the road
Nowhere to run, ain't got nowhere to go (springsteen)

Comment by Robert P. Meyer Jr. on February 12, 2011 at 5:19pm

"While digesting Reader’s Digest
In the back of a dirty book store
A plastic flag with gum on the back
Fell out on the floor.
Well,I picked it up and ran outside
And slapped it on my windowshield.
And If I could see ol’ Betsy Ross
I’d tell her how good I feel.


But, your flag decal won’t get you
Into Heaven anymore.
They’re already overcrowded
From your dirty little war
Now Jesus don’t like Killin’
No matter what the reasons for.
And your flag decal won’t get you into Heaven anymore."   (John Prine)

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