Tears of Rage

I saw a portion of Beadle once. I missed the part that revealed the car was an imposter.

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Angie Lyrics

Angie, Angie, when will those clouds all disappear?
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, Angie, you can't say we never tried
Angie, you're beautiful, but ain't it time we said good-bye?
Angie, I still love you, remember all those nights we cried?
All the dreams we held so close seemed to all go up in smoke
Let me whisper in your ear:
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?
Oh, Angie, don't you weep, all your kisses still taste sweet
I hate that sadness in your eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain't it time we said good-bye?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, I still love you, baby
Ev'rywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain't a woman that comes close to you
Come on Baby, dry your eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain't it good to be alive?
Angie, Angie, they can't say we never tried

Fare Thee Well - Harry Belafonte

One of these days and it won't be long
You're gonna call my name and I'll be gone
Fare thee well honey, fare thee well

Well you don't know you don't know my mind
When you see me laughing baby it's to keep from crying
Fare thee well honey fare thee well

God knows I tried I done my best
But I guess I'm just a rumbler like all the rest
Fare thee well, fare thee well oh honey, honey fare thee well

I don't know where, don't know where I'm bound
Keep lookin´ for something I ain't never found
Fare thee well oh honey, honey, honey, honey fare thee well

There is just one thing that troubles my mind
And that's leaving you darling
Leaving you here behind
Fare thee well oh honey, honey fare thee well
Bye bye baby, pretty baby bye bye, your daddy's gone
Your daddy's gone from you
Fare thee well, honey, honey, honey fare thee well

In the Evening - Belafonte

In the evenin', in the evenin' mama
When the sun go down
In the evenin', in the evenin' pretty mama
When the sun go down
Don't you feel mighty lonesome
In the evenin' when the sun go down

My little woman, my little woman
My little woman, well she done gone
My little woman, my pretty little baby
My pretty little baby, well she done gone
She done gone, she done gone
And I feel so lonesome
In the evenin' when the sun go down

Well if I could holler just like a mountain Jack
Then I would go 'way up on a mountaintop
And I would call, and I would call
And I would call my baby back
Oh.... In the evenin'
It's so hard, it's so hard, I declare, in the evenin'
When the sun go down

In the evenin', in the evenin' mama,
Mama, when the sun go down,
In the evenin', in the evenin' , pretty mama
When the sun go down
Don't you feel mighty lonesome
Yes, I declare in the evenin', when the sun go down
When the sun go down

One For My Baby

It's quarter to three there's no one in the place but you and me
So set 'em up Joe I've got a little story you ought to know
We're drinking my friend to the end of a breif episode
Make it one for my baby and one more for the road

I've got the routine so drop another nickel in the machine
I'm felling so bad I wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad
Could tell a lot but you've got to be true to your code
So make it one for my baby, yes and one more for the road

You'd never know it but buddy I'm a kind of poet
And I got a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy you simply got to listen to me
'Til it's all talked away well that's how it goes
And Joe I know you're getting anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear
This torch I found must be drowned or it soon will explode
So make it one for my baby and one more for the road
That long, long road

Swordfishtrombones
Tom Waits

Well he came home from the war
with a party in his head
and modified Brougham DeVille
and a pair of legs that opened up
like butterfly wings
and a mad dog that wouldn't
sit still
he went and took up with a Salvation Army
Band girl
who played dirty water
on a swordfishtrombone
he went to sleep at the bottom of
Tenkiller lake
and he said "gee, but it's
great to be home."

Well he came home from the war
with a party in his head
and an idea for a fireworks display
and he knew that he'd be ready with
a stainless steel machete
and a half a pint of Ballentine's
each day
and he holed up in room above a hardware store
cryin' nothing there but Hollywood tears
and he put a spell on some
poor little Crutchfield girl
and stayed like that for 27 years

Well he packed up all his
expectations he lit out for California
with a flyswatter banjo on his knee
with a lucky tiger in his angel hair
and benzedrine for getting there
they found him in a eucalyptus tree
lieutenant got him a canary bird
and shaked her head with every word
and Chesterfielded moonbeams in a song
and he got 20 years for lovin' her
from some Oklahoma governor
said everything this Doughboy
does is wrong

Now some say he's doing
the obituary mambo
and some say he's hanging on the wall
perhaps this yarn's the only thing
that holds this man together
some say he was never here at all

Some say they saw him down in
Birmingham, sleeping in a
boxcar going by
and if you think that you can tell a bigger tale
I swear to God you'd have to tell a lie...

Soldier's Things
Tom Waits

Davenports and kettle drums
and swallow tail coats
table cloths and patent leather shoes
bathing suits and bowling balls
and clarinets and rings
and all this radio really
needs is a fuse
a tinker, a tailor
a soldier's things
his rifle, his boots full of rocks
and this one is for bravery
and this one is for me
and everything's a dollar
in this box

Cuff links and hub caps
trophies and paperbacks
it's good transportation
but the brakes aren't so hot
neck tie and boxing gloves
this jackknife is rusted
you can pound that dent out
on the hood
a tinker, a tailor
a soldier's things
his rifle, his boots full of rocks
oh and this one is for bravery
and this one is for me
and everything's a dollar
in this box

The Way That I Feel

This is the way that I do feel
I feel it every where I go
I feel just like an engine
That lost its driving wheel

I'm feeling down as a man can feel
Since my baby said that she don't want me hangin' round
Feel like a tin can just a rusting way out on that dumpin' ground
It sure is hard to stumble down when you ain't got no place to fall
Seems like in the whole wide world I ain't got no place at all Yeah

Well I'm feeling like a stranger here
I feel like a stranger everywhere
Feel like I like to go back home
But I'm even a stranger there

Well I've tried, God knows I've tried
To go my way and leave the worried past behind
But every time the sun goes down
My baby stays on my mind.

Sinner's Prayer

Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me
Well if I done somebody wrong
Lord have mercy if you please

I used to have plenty money
Finest clothes in town
Bad luck and trouble overtook me
Why did you let me down

Please have mercy Lord, have mercy if you please
Well if I done somebody wrong
Have mercy if you please

Keep on working night time
Oh in the morning

Well if I've been a bad boy baby
I'll change my ways
Don't bad luck and trouble worry me
all of my days, please have mercy
Lord have mercy on me

Well if I done somebody wrong
Oh have mercy if you please, Oh Lord.

Save Yourself - Stabbing Westward

I know your life is empty
And you hate to face this world alone
So you're searching for an angel
Someone who can make you whole
I can not save you
I can't even save myself
So just save yourself

I know that you've been damaged
Your soul has suffered such abuse
But I am not your savior
I am just as f*cked as you
I can not save you
I can't even save myself
So just save yourself

Please don't take pity on me
Please don't take pity on me
Please don't take pity on me
Please don't take pity on me

My life has been a nightmare
My soul is fractured to the bone
And if I must be lonely, I think I'd rather be alone
I think I'd rather be alone

You can not save me
You can't even save yourself
I can not save you
I can't even save myself
Save yourself
So just save yourself

This one got mentioned somewhere else

Dear Mr President - Pink

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you

Oh, I wish the pres would walk with me.

Brown Skin Girl - Belafonte


Ev'rything to keep me from sleepin'
A lot of sailor boys they were leavin'
And everybody there they were jumpin'
To hear the sailor boys in our chorus singin'

Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby
Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby
I'm goin away, in a sailing boat
And if I don't come back
Stay home and mind baby

Now de Americans made an invasion
We thought it was a help to the island
Until they left from here on vacation
They left de native boy home to mind their children

Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby
Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby
I'm goin away, in a sailing boat
And if I don't come back
Stay home and mind baby

Now I tell you de story 'bout Millie
She made a nice blue-eyed baby
And dey say she fancy the mother
But the blue-eyed baby ain't know she father

Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby
Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby
I'm goin away, in a sailing boat
And if I don't come back
Stay home and mind baby

Now de Americans all have their pleasure
While the music play to their leisure
Everybody there they were jumpin'
To hear the sailor boys in our chorus singin'

Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby
Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby
I'm goin' away, in a sailing boat
And if I don't come back
Stay home and mind baby

JOHNNY CASH

"I Still Miss Someone"

At my door the leaves are falling
A cold wild wind has come
Sweethearts walk by together
And I still miss someone

I go out on a party
And look for a little fun
But I find a darkened corner
because I still miss someone

Oh, no I never got over those blues eyes
I see them every where
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there

I wonder if she's sorry
For leavin' what we'd begun
There's someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone

The Ballad Of Ira Hayes

Ira Hayes,
Ira Hayes

CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land

Down the ditches for a thousand years
The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
'Till the white man stole the water rights
And the sparklin' water stopped

Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed

CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again

And when the fight was over
And when Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes

CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Ira returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand

But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no crops, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
And when did the Indians dance

CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
Jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
like you'd throw a dog a bone!

He died drunk one mornin'
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes

CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died

i may have already posted this, but it can stand a repeat

In The Ghetto

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin',
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

STEVIE WONDER

"Living For The City"

A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong moving in the right direction
Living just enough, just enough for the city...ee ha!

His father works some days for fourteen hours
And you can bet he barely makes a dollar
His mother goes to scrub the floor for many
And you'd best believe she hardly gets a penny
Living just enough, just enough for the city...yeah

His sister's black but she is sho 'nuff pretty
Her skirt is short but Lord her legs are sturdy
To walk to school she's got to get up early
Her clothes are old but never are they dirty
Living just enough, just enough for the city...um hum

Her brother's smart he's got more sense than many
His patience's long but soon he won't have any
To find a job is like a haystack needle
Cause where he lives they don't use colored people
Living just enough, just enough for the city...
Living just enough...
For the city...ooh,ooh
[repeat several times]

His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty
He spends his love walking the streets of New York City
He's almost dead from breathing on air pollution
He tried to vote but to him there's no solution
Living just enough, just enough for the city...yeah, yeah, yeah!

I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow
And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow
This place is cruel no where could be much colder
If we don't change the world will soon be over
Living just enough, just enough for the city!!!!

La, la, la, la, la, la,
Da Ba Da Da Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da Da Da
Da Ba Da Da Da Da Da Da Da
[Repeat to end]

Frank Zappa - Flower Punk Lyrics
[based on Hey Joe (Roberts)]
[includes a quote from Wild Thing (Taylor)]
[the 1984 re-mix also includes a quote from My Sharona
(Fieger/Averre)]

Hey Punk, where you goin' with that flower in your hand?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that flower in your hand?

Well, I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a psychedelic band.
I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a psychedelic band.

Hey Punk, where you goin' with that button on your shirt?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that button on your shirt?

I'm goin' to the love-in to sit & play my bongos in the dirt.
Yes, I'm goin' to the love-in to sit & play my bongos in the
dirt.

Hey Punk, where you goin' with that hair on your head?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that hair on your head?

I'm goin' to the dance to get some action, then I'm goin' home
to bed.
I'm goin' to the dance to get some action, then I'm goin' home
to bed.

Hey Punk, where you goin' with those beads around your neck?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with those beads around your neck?

I'm goin' to the shrink so he can help me be a nervous wreck . .
.

Hey Punk!
Punky!
Hey Punk!
Punk!
Hey Punk!
(Hey Punk!)
Hey Punk!
Hey Punk!
Punky!
(Hey Punk!)
Hey-hey!
(Hey Punk!)
Go man, go . . . go man, go . . .
. . . Soft gun . . .
Golly, do I ever have a lot of soul?
Punk, I think I love you!
Come on, Roy
Questi dominga?
Let me see that nose, it didn't . . .
I wanna know for sure!
Leave my nose alone please!
What are you trying to do?
It's him over there
Longa!
Tic Tac!

FZ? on the left:
It's one of the most exciting things that's ever happened to
me
You know, every time I think about how lucky I am to be in the
rock & roll industry, it's SO exciting. You know, when I first
got into the rock & roll business I could barely even play the
changes to this song on my, on my guitar. But now I'm very
proficient at it, I can play the guitar, I can strum it
rhythmically, I can sing along with my guitar as I strum. I can
strum, sing, dance, I can make merry fun all over the stage. And
you know, it's so wonderful to . . . It's wonderful to feel that
I'm doing something for the kids, because I know that the kids
and their music are where it's at. The youth of America today is
so wonderful . . . And I'm proud to be a part of this gigantic
mass reception. I hope she sees me twirling, yes . . . I hope
she sees me dancing and twirling, I will say: "Hello,
darling!"
Is the song over?

FZ? on the right:
Boy, this is really exciting, making a rock & roll record. I
can't even wait until our record comes out and the teen-agers
start to buy it. We'll all be rich and famous! When my royalty
check comes I think I'm going to buy a Mustang. No, I think I'll
. . . I think I'll get a Corvette. No, I think I'll get a Harley
Davidson. No, I don't think I'll buy any of those cars. I think
what I will do is I will buy a boat. No, I won't do that either.
I think, ah, I'll go into real estate. I think I would like to .
. . I think I'd like to buy La Cienega Boulevard. No, that
wouldn't do any good. Gee, I wonder if they can see me up here,
twirling my tambourine and dancing . . .
Maybe after the show one of the girls who sees me up here,
singing and twirling my tambourine and dancing, will like me.
And she will come over to me and I will walk . . . I will walk
up to her and I will smile at her and I will impress her and I
will say: "Hello, baby, what's a girl like you doing in a place
like this? I'm from a rock & roll band, I think we should . . .
"
Is the song over?

Center mumbling:
Ay, ay!
Mingia!
When do we get paid for this?
Ay, ay!
Stop sloppy rock & roll
Slop sloppy . . .
One more time!
Un . . .
Stop sloppy rock & roll
Bop bop bop!
YEAH! WHEEE!

Capital Will Kill You
by Chris Good

In Ludlow, Colorado when the miners went on strike,
Families set camp at the temporary site.
The governor called the National Guard and they rolled into town.
They set up machine guns and mowed those families down

(chorus)
They didn't teach you that in school
Where they don't discuss the rule
Capital will kill you if you get in their way.
If you're not serving wealth,
Then you best protect yourself.
Cuz capital will kill you if you get in their way.



12-year old Iqbal Masih spent his life as a slave
In a Pakistani carpet plant, working night and day.
In 1992 he finally broke free.
Then he was killed for speaking on American TV.

From Kent State to Karen Silkwood and the Tyson Chicken fire,
Around the world, from China to Chile,
They know life is cheap when investment's on the brink.
Capital will kill you if you get in their way.

In an automated, high-tech world, you've got to be trained,
To add much to the bottom line that has your boss's name.
We cut out the safety net, because what's a person worth?
If you can't make me money, then why are you on earth?