Tears of Rage

All in green went my love riding


on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the merry deer ran before.

Fleeter be they than dappled dreams
the swift sweet deer
the red rare deer.

Four red roebuck at a white water
the cruel bugle sang before.

Horn at hip went my love riding
riding the echo down
into the silver dawn.

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the level meadows ran before.

Softer be they than slippered sleep
the lean lithe deer
the fleet flown deer.

Four fleet does at a gold valley
the famished arrow sang before.

Bow at belt went my love riding
riding the mountain down
into the silver dawn.

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the sheer peaks ran before.

Paler be they than daunting death
the sleek slim deer
the tall tense deer.

Four tell stags at a green mountain
the lucky hunter sang before.

All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
my heart fell dead before.

We shall overcome,
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart,
I do believe
We shall overcome, some day.

We'll walk hand in hand,
We'll walk hand in hand,
We'll walk hand in hand, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart,

We shall live in peace,
We shall live in peace,
We shall live in peace, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart,

We shall all be free,
We shall all be free,
We shall all be free, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart,

We are not afraid,
We are not afraid,
We are not afraid, TODAY

Oh, deep in my heart,

We shall overcome,
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart,
I do believe
We shall overcome, some day.

Indian Cowboy in the Rodeo


Sun is up
Day is on
Look for me
I'll be gone
cause today's the day
I'm gonna see him again

He's an Indian cowboy in the rodeo
and I'm just another little girl
who loves him so
He's an Indian cowboy in the rodeo
and I'm just another little girl
who loves him so

Once he stopped
and talked to me
I found out
how dreams can be
with a big wide smile
and a big white hat

He's an Indian cowboy in the rodeo
and I'm just another little girl
who loves him so
He's an Indian cowboy in the rodeo
and I'm just another little girl
who loves him so

Sun is up
Day is on
Look for me
I'll be gone
cause today's the day
I'm gonna see him again

He's an Indian cowboy in the rodeo
and I'm just another little girl
who loves him so
He's an Indian cowboy in the rodeo
and I'm just another little girl
who loves him so

Blessed
- Paul Simon

Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit.
Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows.
Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on,
O Lord, why have you forsaken me?
I got no place to go,
I've walked around Soho for the last night or so.
Ah, but it doesn't matter, no.

Blessed is the land and the kingdom.
Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to.
Blessed are the meth drinkers, pot sellers, illusion dwellers.
O Lord, why have you forsaken me?
My words trickle down, like a wound
That I have no intention to heal.

Blessed are the stained glass, window pane glass.
Blessed is the church service makes me nervous
Blessed are the penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers.
O lord, why have you forsaken me?
I have tended my own garden
Much too long.

And who by fire, who by water,
who in the sunshine, who in the night time,
who by high ordeal, who by common trial,
who in your merry merry month of may,
who by very slow decay,
and who shall I say is calling?

And who in her lonely slip, who by barbiturate,
who in these realms of love, who by something blunt,
and who by avalanche, who by powder,
who for his greed, who for his hunger,
and who shall I say is calling?

And who by brave assent, who by accident,
who in solitude, who in this mirror,
who by his lady's command, who by his own hand,
who in mortal chains, who in power,
and who shall I say is calling?

I know these newer songs aren't as beautiful as the older classics, but I'm going to post them anyway!

"Scott Farcas Takes It On The Chin" by Less than Jake

When I think of how things are
right now it feels like
yeah it all feels like some kind of circus show
and how this town it keeps you pinned down
it's the same old song from years ago

and I know this place will chew you up then spit you out
before you go
and when they drag you
kicking and screaming from the scene you know
that it's time to leave

when I think about this town right now
it's filled with speed freaks and assholes
and all kinds of creeps
and somehow every new face in every single case
in a year or two will be erased

and I know this place will chew you up then spit you out
before you go
and when they drag you
kicking and screaming from the scene you know
that it's time to leave

when I think of how I'm feeling right now somehow
I still remember how I felt 4 years ago
and when I think of how things are right now
it's the same old song from years ago

and I know this place will chew you up and spit you out
before you go (I know, I know)
and when they drag you
kicking and screaming from the scene you know
that it's time to go (that it's time to go)

I resent that, Smog. Many of our old songs ain't beautiful either. Plus, there's room for all.

In that case, more!

(One of my favorite bands, good hometown boys (I'm originally from DC). They broke up last year, deciding that they had accomplished all that the wanted to as a band, and many of us DCers were sad. Though, some awesome news: The drummer is studying to become an aerospace engineer.)

"8 1/2 Minutes" by Dismemberment Plan

Oh, launched all the world's nukes this morning
Hoping it would kick-start something
Some of them went off course and hit the moon instead
It was kinda pretty.

Hasn't been a whole lot of looting
On the other hand, oh, it's ******* freezing
Someone on TV said something about going underground
I guess we better start digging.

What were you doing for those eight and a half minutes?
Was it mean, was it petty, or did you realize you were sorry
And that you love them?
What were you doing for those eight and a half minutes?
Was it mean, was it cool, or did you realize you were sorry
And that you love them?

I saw an astronomer break down on CNN
He said, "I'm a scientist, not your ******* clergyman!"
And no one's going nowhere 'cause the cars are all frozen
They give the power plants ten days
But the sky is like a dome of black metal flake
And stars bleed together in phosphorescent lakes
And a dead black disk slides silently overhead
It's ******* beautiful is what it is.

What were you doing for those eight and a half minutes?
Was it mean, was it petty, or did you realize you were sorry
And that you love them?
What were you doing for those eight and a half minutes?
Was it mean, was it selfish, or did you realize you were sorry
And that you love them?

When I die I'm going to heaven
Leave it to the cockroaches and the 7-11s
But it'd be nice to think we could get it right down here just once...

Daddy daddy come and look
And see what I have found
A little way away from here
While digging in the ground

Come away Melinda
Come in and close the door
It's nothing but a picture book
They had before the war

Daddy daddy come and see
Oh daddy come and look
There's four or five Melinda girl
Inside this picture book

Come away Melinda
Come in and close the door
There were lots of little girls like you
Before they had the war

Daddy daddy come and see
Oh daddy hurry do
There's someone in villages
Who's all grown up like you

Come away Melinda
Come in and close the door
That someone is a mother
Like you had before the war

Daddy daddy come and see
Such things I've never seen
Happy faces all along
And all the ground is green

Come away Melinda
Come in and close the door
It's just the way it used to be
Before they had the war

Daddy daddy come and see
And tell me if you can
Why can't it be the way it was
Before the war began

Come away Melinda
Come in and close the door
The answer lies in yesterday
Before they had the war

Harry Belafonte and others

WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE
by Pete Seeger


Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone?
Girls have picked them every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young girls gone?
Taken husbands every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young men gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young men gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young men gone?
Gone for soldiers every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Covered with flowers every one
When will we ever learn?
When will we ever learn?

Once upon a time, in the land of Hushabye,
Round about the wondrous days of yore.
They came across a sort of box,
bound up with chains and locked with locks,
And labeled "Kindly Do Not Touch, It's War."
A decree was issued round about all with a flourish and a shout,
and a gaily colored mascot tripping lightly on the fore,
"Don't fiddle with this box, or break the chains, or pick the locks,
And Please... don't ever play about with war."

Well, the children understood, children happen to be good,
and they were just as good around the time of yore.
They didn't try to pick the locks, or break into that deadly box,
they never tried to play about with war.
Mommies didn't either, Sisters, Aunts, Grannies neither,
'cause they were quiet and sweet and pretty in those wondrous days of
yore.
Well... very much the same as now, and not the ones to blame somehow,
for opening up that deadly box of war.

But someone did... someone battered in the lid,
and spilled the insides out across the floor.
A sort of bouncy bumpy ball,
with flags and all the tears and horror that goes with war.
It bounced right out and went bashing all about,
and bumping into everything in store.
And what was sad and most unfair is that it didn't really seem to care,
much who it bumped, or why, or what, or for.
It bumped the children mainly, and I'll tell you this quite plainly,
It bumps them everyday... and more... and more,
and leaves them dead and burned and dying, thousands of them sick and
crying,
cause when it bumps... it's really very sore.

Now there's a way to stop the ball, it isn't difficult at all,
all it takes is wisdom.
I'm absolutely sure that we could get it back into the box...
and bind the chains and lock the locks.
But no one seems to want to save the children anymore.

Well, thats the way it all appears,
cause it's been bouncing round for years and years
in spite of all the wisdom wizzed since those wondrous days of yore.
And the time they came upon The Box, bound up with chains and locked
with locks...
and labeled "Kindly Do Not Touch, It's War."

Come all you young fellers so young and so fine
Seek not your fortune in the dark dreary mine
It'll form as a habit it'll seep in your soul
Till the blood in your veins runs black as the coal

For it's dark as a dungeon and it's damp as the dew
Where the dangers are double the pleasures are few
Where the rain never falls the sun never shines
Oh God it's dark as a dungeon way down in the mines

Oh it's many a man I've known in my day
Who lived just to labor his whole life away
Like a fiend for his dope a drunkard his wine
A man will have lust for the lure of the mine

Oh I hope when I die and the ages do roll
Yes my body will harden and turn into coal
And I look from the door of my heavenly home
To see a poor miner a diggin' my bones

"American Hearts" by Piebald

Hey, you're part of it. Yeah, you're part of it.
I walk the streets of a Carolina, watching people pushing shopping carts.
And there's a guy above me, and he's washing windows,
Making ten bucks a pop. And he says to me:
"Hey, you're part of it. Yeah, you're part of it."
And I say, "Sir, well have you heard that this country is unequal still?
History continues itself. And I did not create the rules."
From all I've heard and all I've seen, this place has broken my American heart.

"Mr. President (Have Pity on the Working Man)" by Randy Newman

We've taken all you've given
But it's gettin' hard to make a livin'
Mr. President have pity on the working man

We ain't asking you to love us
You may place yourself high above us
Mr. President have pity on the working man

I know it may sound funny
But people ev'rywhere are runnin' out of money
We just can't make it by ourself

It is cold and the wind is blowing
We need something to keep us going
Mr. President have pity on the working man

Maybe you've cheated
Maybe you've lied
Maybe you have lost your mind
Maybe you're only thinking 'bout yourself

Too late to run. Too late to cry now
The time has come for us to say good-bye now
Mr. President have pity on the working man
Mr. President have pity on the working man

(As far as I can tell, I am the first person ever to type these lyrics up and post them on the internet. Strange.)

"Don't Ask Me, I'm Only the President" by Badly Drawn Boy

There's a movie, normally I'd call that a film
But it moved me, and that didn't rhyme with film
See, this film, it only had one scene
My recollection fades, it may just have been a dream

There was a dragon teaching women to breathe fire
A long line of men being made to walk across this high wire
If they fell off to their deaths, they'd be martyred on the spot
If they made it to the other side, someone shook their hand
And they were shot

Well, ain't that just the way it's always been
I say all men are equal, no man should be king
Or play God, or define sin, or watch holly oaks (?)
Big Brother needs to end
Let's hope this one's our last

"President of What?" by Death Cab for Cutie

I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday
Creases indicating fold that kept four walls from caving in
I took a little more of what i take for granted
And filled my plate for fear that gears would turn
And wheels would roll away

Something's got to break you down
Something's got to break you down

Entered the scene (I'm told) on I think it was Monday
You drove straight through and mined that quarry
For all it could bleed 'til dry
I took a little more 'til I got taken for granted
'Cause beautiful boys gave chase
And when they arch your backbone
It's such a dreadful sight

Something's got to break you down
Something's got to break you down

And I'll react when faces find you
With jealous fits that gag and bind you
'Cause nothing hurts like nothing at all
When imagination takes full control

(For years, I've been closely watching parents and children. I've noticed how the success of children later on really starts very early, in the home. All boys and girls are born with their own special talents. These talents have their greatest chance to grow in a friendly, loving home.)

And I'll react when faces find you
With jealous fits that gag and bind you
'Cause nothing hurts like nothing at all
When imagination takes full control

I saw the scene unfold
I saw the scene unfold
I saw the scene unfold
I saw the scene unfold

I'll link to the lyrics to "B-Movie" by Gil-Scott Heron, which I posted in another thread a while back. The formatting is messed up, or else I would copy it here. Anyway, this is the last song from me for today:

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=870893=#870893

Comfortably Numb
Waters/Gilmour

Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone home?
Come on, now I hear you're feeling down
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
I have become comfortably numb

Okay Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on, it's time to go

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb

"Don't Be Crushed" by Hawksley Workman

You're where all the poets go
You're where all the ashes blow
You're the kind of maker that makes the whole world come true
My baby she's inside me now
I made her a place to settle down
It's close to my heart
She likes the sound
Its twenty minutes out of town

Shoreline water breaking fast
In New York city, low on cash
Another week and you'll be back
And you'll be saying home at last
But don't act broken
Even when you're broken

Its just one of those things
Thank god you're timeless
Cause my watch got stolen
It's the good stuff that you bring
Don't be crushed

This city will always bug you baby
I know for me it does the same
It's pretty I suppose from inside a plane
That's heading for another place
So wave and blow me one more kiss
You're a dead-eye baby
You never miss
There's not much else as sweet as this
I waved so hard I broke my wrist
But don't act broken
Even when you're broken

Its just one of those things
Thank god you're timeless
Cause my watch got stolen
It's the good stuff that you bring
don't be crushed

Don't be crushed

Desolation Row


They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid

To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, the jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on penny whistle
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
In a perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words

And the Phantom shouting to skinny girls
"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"

Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
Everybody is shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mentioned
Yes, I know them, they are quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row



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