Roger J. Wendell
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Have a Nice Day Mark Graham (From his Natural Selections album) |
Come all you good Americans, the loyal brave and true. Let's rap ourselves completely in the old red white and blue. For Jesus and free enterprise, we must prepare the way. And anyone who does not heed must be prepared to pay. Have a nice day, have a nice day. Don't heed those words of wickedness that might lead you astray. See hear and speak no evil, just work real hard and pray. God loves you and he hopes you'll have a nice day. We can't abide with welfare, or believe in poverty. Because this nation is the land of opportunity. If you're lazy weak or stupid, you might not make the grade. But why should we support you with the money we have made. Have a nice day, have a nice day. Don't heed those words of wickedness that might lead you astray. See hear and speak no evil, just work real hard and pray. God loves you and he hopes you'll have a nice day. We believe in conservation, and will do all that we can. To manage our resources for the benefit of man. And we believe that judgment day is coming with all haste, and anything that we don't use will then have gone to waste. Have a nice day, have a nice day. Don't heed those words of wickedness that might lead you astray. See hear and speak no evil, just work real hard and pray. God loves you and he hopes you'll have a nice day. We believe in the creation, evolution is a sham. And for you awful humanists we do not give a dam. 'Cuz we believe in science when the word of god agrees, And we believe in science that destroys our enemies. Have a nice day, have a nice day. Don't heed those words of wickedness that might lead you astray. See hear and speak no evil, just work real hard and pray. God loves you and he hopes you'll have a nice day.
 George Harrison 1943 - 2001
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The Inner Light George Harrison (1968)
Without going out of my door
The farther one travels
Without going out of your door
The farther one travels
Arrive without traveling |
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What's Left of the West
Greg Keeler |
Manifest destiny ain't had a rest Ever since Horace Greeley said, "Young man go west." So we've chewed up the mountain and spit out the plains While we get indigestion from acid rain. It's gotten so bad, the West ain't any place. I'll ask ya "How are ya?" and you'll stare into space. What's left of the West's where we've already been, So Alaska Hawaii again. And Honolulu's no lulu. Fairbanks ain't so fair. Take a sip of the water; take a whiff of the air. Take some pictures of the wildlife: take a leak in the stream. Take a jet back to Cleveland and dream. If trees went to congress and forests could vote, Our chances of survival might not be so remote. But since we don't give a damn as to who they'd elect, Their absentee ballots are the greenhouse effect. What's a boatload of timer? What's the whole human race? I'll ask ya, "How are ya?" and you'll stare into space. What's left of the West's where we've already been, So Alaska Hawaii again. And Honolulu's no lulu. Fairbanks ain't so fair. Take a sip of the water; take a whiff of the air. Take some pictures of the wildlife: take a leak in the stream. Take a jet back to Cleveland and dream. We scrub up with phosphates then flush down the suds Till the banks of our rivers is bubbles and mud. Just to stay sanitary, we've gone to these lengths. Now our whole ecosystem's industrial strength. It's so simple to screw up what can't be replaced. I'll ask ya "How are ya?" and you'll stare into space. What's left of the West's where we've already been, So Alaska Hawaii again. And Honolulu's no lulu. Fairbanks ain't so fair. Take a sip of the water; take a whiff of the air. Take some pictures of the wildlife: take a leak in the stream. Take a jet back to Cleveland and dream.
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Burning Times by Charles Murphy |
In the cool of the evening, they used to gather, 'neath stars in the meadow, circled near an old oak tree.
At the times appointed by the seasons of the Earth, and the phases of the moon.
In the center of them stood a woman, equal with the others, and respected for her worth.
One of the many we call the Witches, the teachers and the keepers of the wisdom of the Earth
The people grew through the knowledge she gave them, herbs to heal their bodies, spells to make their spirits whole.
Hear them chanting healing incantations, calling forth the Wise Ones, celebrating in dance and song
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
There were those who came to power through domination, and they bonded in the worship of a dead man on a cross.
They sought control of the common people by demanding allegiance to the church of Rome.
And the Pope declared the Inquisition, it was a war against the women whose power they feared.
In this Holocaust against the nature peoples, a million European women died.
And the tales are told of those who, by the hundreds, holding together, chose their deaths in the sea.
Chanting the praises of the Mother Goddess, a refusal of betrayal, women were dying to be free.
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna
Now the Earth is a witch, and the men still burn her! Stripping her down with mining and the poisons of their wars.
While to us the Earth is a healer, a teacher, a mother.
She's the weaver of the web of life that keeps us all alive.
She gives us the vision to see through the chaos.
She gives us the courage, it is our will to survive!
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna...
What's up
4 Non Blondes
4 Non Blondes
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Galaxy Song
Artist: Monty Python Album: The Meaning Of Life |
Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour, That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned, A sun that is the source of all our power. The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see Are moving at a million miles a day In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour, Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'. Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars. It's a hundred thousand light years side to side. It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick, But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide. We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point. We go 'round every two hundred million years, And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions In this amazing and expanding universe. The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding In all of the directions it can whizz As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know, Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is. So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure, How amazingly unlikely is your birth, And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space, 'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.
 John Lennon 1940 - 1980 |
Imagine
by John Lennon Imagine there's no Heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace You may say that I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world You may say that I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will live as one |
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The Voice of Energy Kraftwerk
This is the Voice of Energy |
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Goodbye Horses
by Q Lazzarus
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You told me, I see you rise But, it always falls I see you come, I see you go You say, "All things pass into the night" And I say, "Oh no sir I must say you're wrong I must disagree, oh no sir, I must say you're wrong" Won't you listen to me
You told me, I've seen it all before
I've seen the sky just begin to fall
Good-bye horses I'm flying over you |
What do these lyrics mean? Apparently, in a certain Eastern philosophy "horses" are symbolic/representative of the five senses - the things that keep us tied to the physical/material plane of existence. When you can transcend the limitations of these senses, and achieve a higher level of consciousness, you are leaving the "horses" behind - "flying over them." This song is about somebody who was so affected by a loss that they decided to give up the things that keep them attached to this world through emotion...
Mr. Wendal
by Arrested Development
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Here, have a dollar, in fact no brotherman here, have two Two dollars means a snack for me, but it means a big deal to you Be strong, serve God only, know that if you do, beautiful heaven awaits That's the poem I wrote for the first time I saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate Mr.Wendal, that's his name, no one ever knew his name cause he's a no-one Never thought twice about spending on a ol' bum, until I had the chance to really get to know one Now that I know him, to give him money isn't charity He gives me some knowledge, I buy him some shoes And to think blacks spend all that money on big colleges, still most of y'all come out confused [CHORUS:] Go ahead, Mr.Wendal (2x) Mr.Wendal has freedom, a free that you and I think is dumb Free to be without the worries of a quick to diss society for Mr.Wendal's a bum His only worries are sickness and an occasional harassment by the police and their chase Uncivilized we call him, but I just saw him eat off the food we waste Civilization, are we really civilized, yes or no ? Who are we to judge ? When thousands of innocent men could be brutally enslaved and killed over a racist grudge Mr.Wendal has tried to warn us about our ways but we don't hear him talk Is it his fault when we've gone too far, and we got too far, cause on him we walk Mr.Wendal, a man, a human in flesh, but not by law I feed you dignity to stand with pride, realize that all in all you stand tall Mr.Wendal, yeah yeah yeah, Lord, Mr.Wendal |
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Riffraff by Casey Neill |
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Dancing on the Ruins (of Multinational Corporations) A introspective sensitive singer songwriter song We're dancing on the ruins of multinational corporations Dancing on the ruins of multinational corporations Dancing on the ruins of multinational corporations - Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha. Say goodbye to plastic & goodbye to cars No more convenience stores Hello to stars No more Wall Street & no more Pentagon Thinking about these things makes me happy We're dancing on the ruins of multinational corporations Dancing on the ruins of multinational corporations Dancing on the ruins of multinational corporations - Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha. Goodbye to Polystyrene we'll put an end to the waste There's no time for debating we have to make haste If we're going to survive without computer program minds We're going to have to can pop culture & Say hello to campfires and stomping barefeet & Naked amoebas hungry to eat Hello to primal consciousness & love for the land Now that coyotes are running the country We're dancing on the ruins of multinational corporations Dancing on the ruins of multinational corporations Dancing on the ruins of multinational corporations - Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha. Sayonara to suburbia & well manicured lawns Bye bye Barbie and Ken doll pawns No more developers or slimeball execs Your condos are on fire We're dancing on the ruins of multinational corporations Dancing on the ruins of multinational corporations Dancing on the ruins of multinational corporations - Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha. No more a Christian country we'll have Pagan dieties & When we've destroyed technology we all will be free The pavement will be ripped up & skyscrapers cut down Yes! We are coming for your children We're dancing on the ruins of multinational corporations Dancing on the ruins of multinational corporations Dancing on the ruins of multinational corporations - Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha. - Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha - Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha - Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha |
Secret Places
The light of this campfire is seen across the fields
Where we sit talking of childhood
Warm wine in the cup & the stories of friends
All we know right now is that this is good
& The outside world cannot come in here
Our hallow safe place
Safe from the blades & the cold bayonets & the sunken
angry faces
Hey hey we can play
Through the backyards of our innocence
The sandobx & the swings & the ladder & the slide
The secret places where we used to hide
Laughter old friend it's good to see your face again
It's been so long since I heard your voice
Sometimes we forget when the grey gets us down
We are young and still have a choice
& The serious scenes & responsibilities weigh our minds
til we are walking dead
But to joy I raise a glass & let the time roll past
All that matters is we're together here you said
Hey hey we can play
Through the backyards of our innocence
The sandobx & the swings & the ladder & the slide
The secret places where we used to hide
As we share in rememberance of a lighter hour we bring
the playground back
All the romping & the whistling & the crying & the kissing
& Our whole lives inside a backpack
Going through the boxes & the rooms of my mind
Digging out the cobwebs on the wall
Oh the bittersweet taste of the man I have become fades and
a young boy calls
Hey hey we can play
Through the backyards of our innocence
The sandobx & the swings & the ladder & the slide
The secret places where we used to hide
Hey hey we can play
Through the backyards of our innocence
The sandobx & the swings & the ladder & the slide
The secret places where we used to hide
The light of this campfire is seen across the fields
Where we sit talking of childhood
Warm wine in the cup & the stories of friends
All we know right now is that this is good
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Dollar and a Quarter by Danny Dolinger |
If I had a dollar and if I had a quarter I would buy for you a bottle of the very best malt liquor A big ol' forty ouncer with a note that needs an answer Look me in the eye and tell me how you can say no to love
We'll move out on the highway
My karma is to good for you to worry 'bout the crazies
So leave your daddy's mansion which has suffered from expansion
Well, If I had a dollar and if I had a quarter |
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