OriginalFan Posted February 12, 2008 Share Posted February 12, 2008 QUOTE (Lerxster @ Feb 11 2008, 08:24 PM)QUOTE (OriginalFan @ Feb 11 2008, 08:55 PM)Help! Which is the song with the chant about existential scientist, or something like that? The only thing worse than having a song stuck in your head is having a song stuck in your head that you can't remember! Does it go something like this? anarchist reactionary running-dog revisionist hindu muslim catholic creation/evolutionist rational romantic mystic cynical idealist minimal expressionist post-modern neo-symbolist armchair rocket scientist graffiti existentialist deconstruction primitive performance photo-realist be-bop or a one-drop or a hip-hop lite-pop-metallist gold adult contemporary urban country capitalist Just another gypsy with a plastic guitar Just another dancer with her eyes on the stars Just another dreamer who was going too far Just another drunk - at the wheel of a stolen car THE ODDS GET EVEN - You name the game THE ODDS GET EVEN - The stakes are the same YOU BET YOUR LIFE That's it! Now I can go dig it up and play it so it'll stop rattling around in my head. Thanks so much! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 12, 2008 Share Posted February 12, 2008 I heard the news baby, all about your disease Yeah you may have all you want, baby, but I got somethin' you need Oh yeah, ain't talkin' 'bout love My love is rotten to the core Ain't talkin' 'bout love Just like I told you before, yeah before You know you're semi-good lookin', and on the streets again Oh yeah you think you're really cookin' baby, you better find yourself a friend My friend, ain't talkin' 'bout love My love is rotten to the core Ain't talkin' 'bout love Just like I told you before, uh before, uh before, before Ain't talkin' 'bout love Babe it's rotten to the core Ain't talkin' 'bout love Just like I told you before, uh before I been to the edge, an' there I stood an' looked down You know I lost a lot of friends there baby, I got no time to mess around Mmmm, so if you want it got to bleed for it baby Yeah, got to got to bleed baby Mmmm, you got to got to bleed baby Hey, got to got to bleed baby Ain't talkin' 'bout love My love is rotten to the core Ain't talkin' 'bout love Just like I told you before, before, before Ain't talkin' 'bout love Don't wanna talk about love Don't need to talk about love Ain't gonna talk about love, no more, no more, ah Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 12, 2008 Share Posted February 12, 2008 When our weary world was young The struggle of the Ancients first began The Gods of Love and Reason Sought alone to rule the fate of Man They battled through the ages But still neither force would yield The people were divided Every soul a battlefield... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 12, 2008 Share Posted February 12, 2008 Well, I can do what you do You just do it better And I can cry like you cry It just makes me sadder Well, I can shine like you shine It doesn't make me brighter But if I think like you think It don't make my load much lighter Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 12, 2008 Share Posted February 12, 2008 Know your place in life is where you want to be Don't let them tell you that you owe it all to me Keep on looking forward; no use in looking 'round Hold your head above the ground and they won't bring you down Anthem of the heart and anthem of the mind A funeral dirge for eyes gone blind We marvel after those who sought New wonders in the world, wonders in the world, Wonders in the world they wrought. Live for yourself -- there's no one else More worth living for Begging hands and bleeding hearts will Only cry out for more Well, I know they've always told you Selfishness was wrong Yet it was for me, not you, I Came to write this song Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
timintey Posted February 12, 2008 Share Posted February 12, 2008 If you wanna hang out youve got to take her out; cocaine. If you wanna get down, down on the ground; cocaine. She dont lie, she dont lie, she dont lie; cocaine. If you got bad news, you wanna kick them blues; cocaine. When your day is done and you wanna run; cocaine. She dont lie, she dont lie, she dont lie; cocaine. If your thing is gone and you wanna ride on; cocaine. Dont forget this fact, you cant get it back; cocaine. She dont lie, she dont lie, she dont lie; cocaine. She dont lie, she dont lie, she dont lie; cocaine. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 12, 2008 Share Posted February 12, 2008 A boy alone, so far from home Endless rooftops from my window I felt the gloom of empty rooms On rainy afternoons Sometimes in confusion I felt so lost and disillusioned Innocence gave me confidence To go up against reality All the same, we take our chances Laughed at by Time Tricked by Circumstances Plus ca change Plus c'est la meme chose The more that things change The more they stay the same Now I've gained some understanding Of the only world that we see Things that I once dreamed of Have become reality These walls that still surround me Still contain the same old me Just one more who's searching for A world that ought to be Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 12, 2008 Share Posted February 12, 2008 There's no bread, let them eat cake There's no end to what they'll take Flaunt the fruits of noble birth Wash the salt into the earth But they're marching to Bastille Day La guillotine will claim her bloody prize Free the dungeons of the innocent The king will kneel, and let his kingdom rise Bloodstained velvet, dirty lace Naked fear on every face See them bow their heads to die As we would bow as they rode by And we're marching to Bastille Day La guillotine will claim her bloody prize Sing, o choirs of cacophony The king has kneeled, to let his kingdom rise. Lessons taught but never learned All around us anger burns Guide the future by the past Long ago the mould was cast For they marched up to Bastille Day La guillotine - claimed her bloody prize Hear the echoes of the centuries Power isn't all that money buys Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 12, 2008 Share Posted February 12, 2008 A to B - Different degrees... So much style without substance So much stuff without style It's hard to recognize the real thing It comes along once in a while Like a rare and precious metal Beneath a ton of rock It takes some time and trouble To separate from the stock You sometimes have to listen to A lot of useless talk Shapes and forms Against the norms - Against the run of the mill Swimming against the stream Life in two dimensions Is a mass production scheme So much poison in power The principles get left out So much mind on the matter The spirit gets forgotten about Like a righteous inspiration Overlooked in haste Like a teardrop in the ocean A diamond in the waste Some world-views are spacious - And some are merely spaced Against the run of the mill Static as it seems We break the surface tension With our wild kinetic dreams Curves and lines - Of grand designs... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 12, 2008 Share Posted February 12, 2008 I see the Middle Kingdom between Heaven and Earth Like the Chinese call the country of their birth We all figure that our homes are set above Other people than the ones we know and love In every place with a name They play the same territorial game Hiding behind the lines Sending up warning signs The whole wide world An endless universe Yet we keep looking through The eyeglass in reverse Don't feed the people But we feed the machines Can't really feel What international means In different circles We keep holding our ground Indifferent circles We keep spinning round and round We see so many tribes - overrun and undermined While their invaders dream of lands they've left behind Better people - better food - and better beer Why move around the world when Eden was so near? The bosses get talking so tough And if that wasn't evil enough We get the drunken and passionate pride Of the citizens along for the ride They shoot without shame In the name of a piece of dirt For a change of accent Or the colour of your shirt Better the pride that resides In a citizen of the world Than the pride that divides When a colourful rag is unfurled Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 12, 2008 Share Posted February 12, 2008 Like a million little doorways All the choices we made All the stages we passed through All the roles we played For so many different directions Our separate paths might have turned With every door that we opened Every bridge that we burned Somehow we find each other Through all that masquerade Somehow we found each other Somehow we have stayed In a state of grace I DON'T BELIEVE IN DESTINY OR THE GUIDING HAND OF FATE I DON'T BELIEVE IN FOREVER OR LOVE AS A MYSTICAL STATE I DON'T BELIEVE IN THE STARS OR THE PLANETS OR ANGELS WATCHING FROM ABOVE BUT I BELIEVE THERE'S A GHOST OF A CHANCE WE CAN FIND SOMEONE TO LOVE AND MAKE IT LAST Like a million little crossroads Through the backstreets of youth Each time we turn a new corner A tiny moment of truth So many different connections Our separate paths might have made With every door that we opened Every game we played Somehow we find each other Through all that masquerade Somehow we found each other Somehow we have stayed In a state of grace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
timintey Posted February 12, 2008 Share Posted February 12, 2008 Hes a rebel and a runner Hes a signal turning green Hes a restless young romantic Wants to run the big machine Hes got a problem with his poisons But you know hell find a cure Hes cleaning up his systems To keep his nature pure Learning to match the beat of the old world man Learning to catch the heat of the third world man Hes got to make his own mistakes And learn to mend the mess he makes Hes old enough to know whats right But young enough not to choose it Hes noble enough to win the world But weak enough to lose it --- Hes a new world man... Hes a radio receiver Tuned to factories and farms Hes a writer and arranger And a young boy bearing arms Hes got a problem with his power With weapons on patrol Hes got to walk a fine line And keep his self-control Trying to save the day for the old world man Trying to pave the way for the third world man Hes not concerned with yesterday He knows constant change is here today Hes noble enough to know whats right But weak enough not to choose it Hes wise enough to win the world But fool enough to lose it --- Hes a new world man... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
timintey Posted February 12, 2008 Share Posted February 12, 2008 Tough times demand tough talk Demand tough hearts demand tough songs Demand -- We can rise and fall like empires Flow in and out like the tide Be vain and smart, humble and dumb We can hit and miss like pride We can circle around like hurricanes Dance and dream like lovers Attack the day like birds of prey Or scavengers under cover Look in -- To the eye of the storm Look out -- For the force without form Look around -- At the sight and the sound Look in look out look around -- We can move with savage grace To the rhythms of the night Cool and remote like dancing girls In the heat of the beat and the lights We can wear the rose of romance An air of joie de vivre Too-tender hearts upon our sleeves Or skin as thick as thieves Rising falling at force ten We twist the world and ride the wind Look in -- Look the storm in the eye Look out -- To the sea and the sky Look around -- At the sight and the sound Look in look out look around -- Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
timintey Posted February 12, 2008 Share Posted February 12, 2008 Our first stop is in bogota To check columbian fields The natives smile and pass along A sample of their yield Sweet jamaican pipe dreams Golden acapulco nights Then morocco, and the east, Fly by morning light Were on the train to bangkok Aboard the thailand express Well hit the stops along the way We only stop for the best Wreathed in smoke in lebanon We burn the midnight oil The fragrance of afghanistan Rewards a long days toil pulling into katmandu Smoke rings fill the air Perfumed by a nepal night The express gets you there Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted February 12, 2008 Share Posted February 12, 2008 Somedays just ain't so easy Wake up look around Just before your feet hit the ground Where they meet the oil and street Is where you stand and where you sleep Black and whites, alarms and lights Plain clothes and Miranda Rights At the right place but in the wrong life Somedays just ain't so easy It's not the fault of anyone As we revolve around the sun We sleep beneath the same sky But we all see it through different eyes So if you go or if you stay Standing still or if you walk away If you bend or if you break Somedays just ain't so easy Someone may have done you right Or done you wrong Or keep you down from the day You were gone There's no need to apologize For the riot in your eyes But somedays Just ain't so easy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
joanneeeeee Posted February 12, 2008 Author Share Posted February 12, 2008 It is the engine that drives itself But it chooses the uphill climb A bearing on magnetic north Growing farther away all the time Can't stop - moving Can't stop - moving Can't stop Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
joanneeeeee Posted February 12, 2008 Author Share Posted February 12, 2008 As the waves crash in On the western shore The wind blows fierce from the east Wave tops torn into flying spindrift As the waves crash in On the western shore It makes me feel uneasy The spray that's torn away Is an image of the way I feel What am I supposed to say? Where are the words to answer you When you talk that way? As sun goes down On the western shore The wind blows hard from the east It whips the sand into a flying spindrift As the sun goes down On the western shore It makes me feel uneasy In the hot dry rasp of the devil winds Who cares what a fool believes? What am I supposed to say? Where are the words to answer you When you talk that way? Words that fly against the wind and waves A little closer to you Where is the wave that will carry me A little closer to you? What am I suppose to do? Where are the words that will make you see What I believe is true? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
joanneeeeee Posted February 12, 2008 Author Share Posted February 12, 2008 A certain measure of innocence Willing to appear naive A certain degree of imagination A measure of make-believe A certain degree of surrender To the forces of light and heat A shot of satisfaction In a willingness to risk defeat Celebrate the moment As it turns into one more Another chance at victory Another chance to score The measure of the moment In a difference of degree Just one little victory A spirit breaking free One little victory The greatest act can be One little victory A certain measure of righteousness A certain amount of force A certain degree of determination Daring on a different course A certain amount of resistance To the forces of the light and love A certain measure of tolerance A willingness to rise above Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lerxster Posted February 12, 2008 Share Posted February 12, 2008 It's not the heat It's the inhumanity Plugged into the sweat of a summer street Machine gun images pass Like malice through the looking glass The slackjaw gaze Of true profanity Feels more like surrender than defeat If culture is the curse of the thinking class If culture is the curse of the thinking class ceiling unlimited world so wide turn and turn again feeling unlimited still unsatisfied changes never end The vacant laugh Of true insanity Dressed up in the mask of Tragedy Programmed for the guts and glands Of idle minds and idle hands I rest my case - Or at least my vanity Dressed up in the mask of Comedy If laughter is a straw for a drowning man If laughter is a straw for a drowning man ceiling unlimited windows open wide look and look again feeling unlimited eyes on the prize changes never end winding like an ancient river the time is now again hope is like an endless river the time is now again Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 12, 2008 Share Posted February 12, 2008 How many times Do we tire of all the little battles Threaten to call it quits Tempted to cut and run How many times Do we weather out the stormy evenings Long to slam the front door Drive away into the setting sun Keep going on till dawn How many times must another line be drawn We could be down and gone But we hold on How many times Do we chafe against the repetition Straining against a fate Measured out in coffee breaks How many times Do we swallow our ambition Long to give up the same old way Find another road to take Keep holding on so long 'Cause there's a chance that we might not be so wrong We could be down and gone But we hold on How many times Do we wonder if it's even worth it Theres got to be some other way Way to get me through the day Keep going on till dawn How many times must another line be drawn We could be down and gone But we hold on Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 12, 2008 Share Posted February 12, 2008 I've stood upon my mountaintop and shouted at the sky walked above the pavement with my sense amplified - I get this feeling all my nerves are naked wires tender to the touch sometimes super-sensitive but who can care too much? - I get this feeling scars of pleasure scars of pain atmospheric changes make them sensitive again each emotional injury leaves behind its mark sometimes they come tumbling out like shadows in the dark - I get this feeling when I think about all I have seen and all I'll never see when I think about the people who have opened up to me - I get this feeling snow falls deep around my house and holds the winter light I've heard the lions hunting in the Serengeti night - I get this feeling forests turned to factories and river, sea, and sky hungry child in the desert and the flies that cloud her eyes - I get this feeling Pleasure leaves a fingerprint As surely as mortal pain In memories they resonate And echo back again Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 12, 2008 Share Posted February 12, 2008 Waiting for the winds of change To sweep the clouds away Waiting for the rainbow's end To cast its gold your way Countless ways You pass the days Waiting for someone to call And turn your world around Looking for an answer to The question you have found Looking for An open door You don't get something for nothing You don't get freedom for free You won't get wise With the sleep still in your eyes No matter what your dreams might be What you own is your own kingdom What you do is your own glory What you love is your own power What you live is your own story In your head is the answer Let it guide you along Let your heart be the anchor And the beat of your own song Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 12, 2008 Share Posted February 12, 2008 The way out Is the way in The way out Is the way in... Out of touch With the weather and the wind direction With the sunrise And the phases of the moon Out of touch With life in the land of the loving With the living night And the darkness at high noon You can never break the chain There is never love without pain A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart Out of sync With the rhythm of my own reactions With the things that last And the things that come apart Out of sync With love in the land of the living A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart A healing hand, a secret touch on the heart There is never love without pain Life is a power that remains Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 12, 2008 Share Posted February 12, 2008 He's a rebel and a runner He's a signal turning green He's a restless young romantic Wants to run the big machine He's got a problem with his poisons But you know he'll find a cure He's cleaning up his systems To keep his nature pure Learning to match the beat of the Old World man Learning to catch the heat of the Third World man He's got to make his own mistakes And learn to mend the mess he makes He's old enough to know what's right But young enough not to choose it He's noble enough to win the world But weak enough to lose it - He's a New World man... He's a radio receiver Tuned to factories and farms He's a writer and arranger And a young boy bearing arms He's got a problem with his power With weapons on patrol He's got to walk a fine line And keep his self-control Trying to save the day for the Old World man Trying to pave the way for the Third World man He's not concerned with yesterday He knows constant change is here today He's noble enough to know what's right But weak enough not to choose it He's wise enough to win the world But fool enough to lose it - He's a New World man... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BestIKenster Posted February 12, 2008 Share Posted February 12, 2008 Just another hunter, like a wolf in the sun Just another junkie on a scoring run Just another victim of the things he has done Just another day - in the life of a loaded gun THE ODDS GET EVEN - You name the game THE ODDS GET EVEN - The stakes are the same YOU BET YOUR LIFE Just another winner, pours his life down the drain Just another island in a hurricane Just another loser, like a cat in the rain Just another day - in the path of a speeding train THE ODDS GET EVEN - You name the game THE ODDS GET EVEN - The stakes are the same YOU BET YOUR LIFE anarchist reactionary running-dog revisionist hindu muslim catholic creation/evolutionist rational romantic mystic cynical idealist minimal expressionist post-modern neo-symbolist armchair rocket scientist graffiti existentialist deconstruction primitive performance photo-realist be-bop or a one-drop or a hip-hop lite-pop-metallist gold adult contemporary urban country capitalist Just another gypsy with a plastic guitar Just another dancer with her eyes on the stars Just another dreamer who was going too far Just another drunk - at the wheel of a stolen car THE ODDS GET EVEN - You name the game THE ODDS GET EVEN - The stakes are the same YOU BET YOUR LIFE Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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