I don't believe in magic
I don't believe in I-ching
I don't believe in Bible
I don't believe in Tarot
I don't believe in Hitler
I don't believe in Jesus
I don't believe in Kennedy
I don't believe in Buddha
I don't believe in Mantra
I don't believe in Gita
I don't believe in Yoga
I don't believe in Kings
I don't believe in Elvis
I don't believe in Zimmerman
I don't believe in Beatles
I just believe in me, Yoko and me, and that's reality
-- John Lennon, God
"There's no religion - you did that - it helps to keep your little leaders fat.
Like faith and superstition stay - to help you pass the time away.
But when you talk of time and life - it makes me think of circles, heights;
Expansion is the clue - your dreams - are nearer than you've ever been."
-- Ian Hunter, God, Take 1
So lean upon Him gently,
and don't call on Him to save
you from your social graces,
and the sins you used to waive (You used to waive).
And the bloody Church of England
in chains of history --
requests your earthly presence at
the vicarage for tea.
-- Jethro Tull, My God
"And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision."
Occasional musical musings on https://darkelffile.blogspot.com/
To understand that heaven, could be anyplace at all.
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Still alive and well...
Wow! 3 pages in, over 50 replies, and as far as I can see only 3 people (Spacey, GG & PT) have responded in accordance with what the OP requested. Why are people posting entire texts for individual songs?
Just sayin'
Heaven
Heaven is a place
A place where nothing
Nothing ever happens
Cobra handling and cocaine use are a bad mix.
"Draft Resister"
He was talkin' 'bout the army while he passed his pipe around
An American deserter who found peace on Swedish ground
He had joined to seek adventure and to prove himself a man
But they tried to crush his spirit 'til his conscience ruined their plans
And we thought of those who suffer for the sake of honesty
All those who refuse to follow traitors to humanity
Here's to all the draft resisters who will fight for sanity
When they march them off to prison in this land of liberty
Heed the threat and awesome power of the mighty Pentagon
Which is wasting precious millions on the toys of Washington
Don't forget the Draft Resisters and their silent, lonely plea
When they march them off to prison, they will go for you and me
Shame, disgrace and all dishonor, wrongly placed upon their heads
Will not rob them of the courage which betrays the innocent
"The White Zone is for loading and unloading only. If you got to load or unload go to the White Zone!"
You waste my coin Sam, all you can
To jail my fellow man
For smoking all the noble weed
You need much more than him.
You've been telling lies so long
Some believe they're true.
So they close their eyes to things
You have no right to do.
Just as soon as you are gone
Hope will start to climb.
Please don't stay around too long
You're wasting precious time.
"The White Zone is for loading and unloading only. If you got to load or unload go to the White Zone!"
Short and Sweet. Gilmour/Harper
You ask what is the quality of life?
Seeking to justify the part you play
And hide, fearing it incomplete, to try
To make it any more or less than short and sweet
But short, short is from you to me, as close
As we are wont to try to make it be
We're caught watching the dark in the sky, who knows?
Helpless as time itself to hold the time of day
And you, you are a fantasy, a view
From where you'd like to think the world should see
Be true and you will likely find a few
Building a vision new and justice to our time
And we, we, the immoral men, we dare
Naked and fearless in the elements
And free, carefree of tempting fate, aware
And holding off the moral nightmare at the gates
And sweet, sweet as a mountain stream, we'll look
Toward a new day breaking in the east
We'll meet as every future dream unfolds
And surely quality that is the very least
To be or not to be? That is the point. - Harry Nilsson.
Waiting Around To Die
By Townes Van Zandt
Sometimes I don't know where
This dirty road is taking me
Sometimes I can't even see the reason why
I guess I keep a-gamblin'
Lots of booze and lots of ramblin'
It's easier than just waitin' around to die
One time, friends, I had a ma
I even had a pa
He beat her with a belt once 'cause she cried
She told him to take care of me
Headed down to Tennessee
It's easier than just waitin' around to die
I came of age and I found a girl
In a Tuscaloosa bar
She cleaned me out and hit in on the sly
I tried to kill the pain, bought some wine
And hopped a train
Seemed easier than just waitin' around to die
A friend said he knew
Where some easy money was
We robbed a man, and brother did we fly
The posse caught up with me
And drug me back to Muskogee
It's two long years I've been waitin' around to die
Now I'm out of prison
I got me a friend at last
He don't drink or steal or cheat or lie
His name's Codine
He's the nicest thing I've seen
Together we're gonna wait around and die
Together we're gonna wait around and die
To be or not to be? That is the point. - Harry Nilsson.
"Love is a decision to put away your ammunition" - Kevin Gilbert
Ian Dury and the Blockheads: Wake up and make love to me
I come awake with the gift for womankind
You're still asleep but the gift don't seem to mind
Time for an obvious one: it got stuck on my mind ever since the first listening to those really deep thoughts on that short song by Bob Dylan - Blowing In The Wind.
"Beethoven can write music, thank God, but he can do nothing else on earth. ". Ludwig van Beethoven
Hey, Ronmac: regarding your post no. 58 -
Did you realise that most of the CD reissues of Monster contained an ironic, single letter typo (on the booklets, tray cards and disc surface). Changing the letter "S" to a "G" transformed DRAFT RESISTER to DRAFT REGISTER. :
Everybody's Talkin' By Fred Neil
Everybody's talkin' at me
I don't hear a word their sayin'
Only the echos of my mind
People stop and stare
I can't see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes
I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin'
Through the pourin' rain
Goin' where the weather suits my clothes
Bankin' off of the northeast winds
Sailin' on summer breeze
And skippin' over the ocean like a stone
I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin'
Through the pourin' rain
Goin' where the weather suits my clothes
Bankin' off of the northeast winds
Sailin' on summer breeze
And skippin' over the ocean like a stone
Everybody's talkin' at me
Can't hear a word their sayin'
Only the echos of my mind
I won't let you leave my love behind
No I won't let you leave
I won't let you leave my love behind
To be or not to be? That is the point. - Harry Nilsson.
We never can remember
All the lives we've lived before
The days decline in number
Slip the ropes away from shore
Whenever Heaven calls us
There's regret and compromise
And in another distance
Lies a past unrealised
Where are you now?
Who are you now?
Is anyone really gone?
--------------
These are the lives we are measured by
Heaven help us to answer why
Every minute of every day they die
Waiting and wondering all alone
Silent voices across the land
Speak in tongues they could never understand
Nameless and wandering far from home
Always held in the seventh house
Everything we inherit now's the same
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Stranglers... time to die.
My eyes have gazed upon things
You couldn't even imagine
Neon storms on the airstrips at Sales Marsh
I saw hope in King Gomez Cape of eyes
Before the ten year fog
Alas, these things will disappear
Like shifting sands in an ocean's bed
Time to die.
Time to die.
Still alive and well...
Alone but no I
I
Find myself
Missing myself
You cannot communicate with me
But only with {me}.
I am an abstraction from myself
Created by myself
To defend myself
From myself
And reality
(whatever that may be)
Cobra handling and cocaine use are a bad mix.
Walking along Sunset Boulevard reminded me of this lyric...
The city is a raving neon nightmare.
Freudian symbols lay my soul bare.
And every way I turn
electric hoardings burn
and words that mean nothing
are endlessly rushing
telling me nothing
I really want to learn.
Sharp, distance!!
Old blues lyrics:
I ain't pickin' no cotton
I ain't pullin' no corn
When I see a mule runnin' away with the world
I say 'go ahead on'
I'm gon' get me religion
I'm gon' join the Baptist church
I'm gon' be a preacher
so I don't have to work
The first one I'm not sure of, might be Lightnin' Hopkins; the second one is by Son House.
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Crucifixion
By Phil Ochs
And the night comes again to the circle studded sky
The stars settle slowly, in lonliness they lie
'Till the universe expodes as a falling star is raised
Planets are paralyzed, mountains are amazed
But they all glow brighter from the briliance of the blaze
With the speed of insanity, then he dies.
In the green fields a turnin', a baby is born
His cries crease the wind and mingle with the morn
An assault upon the order, the changing of the guard
Chosen for a challenge that is hopelessly hard
And the only single sound is the sighing of the stars
But to the silence and distance they are sworn
So dance dance dance
Teach us to be true
Come dance dance dance
'Cause we love you
Images of innocence charge him go on
But the decadence of destiny is looking for a pawn
To a nightmare of knowledge he opens up the gate
And a blinding revelation is laid upon his plate
That beneath the greatest love is a hurricane of hate
And God help the critic of the dawn.
So he stands on the sea and shouts to the shore,
But the louder that he screams the longer he's ignored
For the wine of oblivion is drunk to the dregs
And the merchants of the masses almost have to be begged
'Till the giant is aware, someone's pulling at his leg,
And someone is tapping at the door.
To dance dance dance
Teach us to be true
Come dance dance dance
'Cause we love you
Then his message gathers meaning and it spreads across the land
The rewarding of his pain is the following of the man
But ignorance is everywhere and people have their way
Success is an enemy to the losers of the day
In the shadows of the churches, who knows what they pray
For blood is the language of the band.
The Spanish bulls are beaten; the crowd is soon beguiled,
The matador is beautiful, a symphony of style
Excitement is estatic, passion places bets
Gracefully he bows to ovations that he gets
But the hands that are applauding are slippery with sweat
And saliva is falling from their smiles
So dance dance dance
Teach us to be true
Come dance dance dance
'Cause we love you
Then this overflow of life is crushed into a liar
The gentle soul is ripped apart and tossed into the fire.
First a smile of rejection at the nearness of the night
Truth becomes a tragedy limping from the light
All the heavens are horrified, they stagger from the sight
As the cross is trembling with desire.
They say they can't believe it, it's a sacreligious shame
Now, who would want to hurt such a hero of the game?
But you know I predicted it; I knew he had to fall
How did it happen? I hope his suffering was small.
Tell me every detail, for I've got to know it all,
And do you have a picture of the pain?
So dance dance dance
Teach us to be true
Come dance dance dance
'Cause we love you
Time takes her toll and the memory fades
but his glory is broken, in the magic that he made.
Reality is ruined; it's the freeing from the fear
The drama is distorted, to what they want to hear
Swimming in their sorrow, in the twisting of a tear
As they wait for the new thrill parade.
Yes, the eyes of the rebel have been branded by the blind
To the safety of sterility, the threat has been refined
The child was created to the slaughterhouse he's led
So good to be alive when the eulogy is read
The climax of emotion, the worship of the dead
And the cycle of sacrifice unwinds.
So dance dance dance
Teach us to be true
Come dance dance dance
'Cause we love you
And the night comes again to the circle studded sky
The stars settle slowly, in lonliness they lie
'Till the universe expodes as a falling star is raised
Planets are paralyzed, mountains are amazed
But they all glow brighter from the briliance of the blaze
With the speed of insanity, then he died.
To be or not to be? That is the point. - Harry Nilsson.
Time takes a cigarette
Puts it in your mouth
You pull on a finger
Then another finger
Then your cigarette
-- Bowie, "Rock'n'Roll Suicide"
Cobra handling and cocaine use are a bad mix.
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