some old heads coming thru town, mixing up a master CD for them that delves thru the library, share-time:
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4:16 (mp3)
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shine (mp3)
The wind is blowing
A whisper or two
It’s gotten too hot
To see the morning dew
The pain of living
In the warmth outside
Refrain from giving
Slowly duck and hide
The ceaseless laughter
Through your heart like a spear
And it seems as if
The broken clouds won’t clear
The cold of the storm
Is slowly drawing near
When the day is born
And the night will disappear
The sun’s still out
While it slowly fades
But you need the light
To feel the shade
So ease your mind
Beating on your head
Come sit under the tree
Feel the shade instead
She said she needs a man
He said he feeds the plan
Getting everything done
While you’re out having fun
But she opened the door
Put her feet on the floor
And she walked away
She just wanted to play
Went out in the sun
Fast as she could run
From underneath the tree
Because she was afraid
Her eyes were heavy
Wanted to be awake
They weren’t real
She didn’t like the shade
The sun’s still out
While it slowly fades
But you need the light
To feel the shade
So ease your mind
Beating on your head
Come sit under the tree
Feel the shade instead
At the end of the game
Your life is still the same
And you feel the pain
While it drives you insane
Fading with the sun
Feel like your on the run
On your painful knees
Looking for that tree
But then you remember
What the sun felt like
Like it was November
Fighting for your life
It feels like a cage
Feels like a broken rage
Like a lump in your stomach
You got to turn the page
The sun’s still out
While it slowly fades
But you need the light
To feel the shade
So ease your mind
Beating on your head
Come sit under the tree
Feel the shade instead
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duck, duck, goose (mp3)
Call him Dick, or Tom - or Harry,
'cos he ain't no man's sucker,
he's got a taste for the Man,
and he's a mean, mean muther ****er.
Fighting over the food,
hanging out in the gaggle,
he's always arguing with the brood,
just watch that Man-tail waggle.
Yeah, the senator told me,
"Boy, you won't go far
- with that bass on your knee,
and a funky, scratch, guitar."
But, I thought he was tying,
a blindfold around my head
- turns out he was lying,
he was trying to **** me instead.
Duck, duck, goose,
duck, duck, goose
go ahead and
put your in head the noose.
Duck, duck... duck, duck, goose:
don't you think, that if they had a use,
for the people in the system,
they were taught to abuse -
that they wouldn't need to muscle,
to hustle, and confuse?
Duck, duck... duck, duck, goose,
... going to see who they can pick on,
make some money off abuse.
... Going to kick you when you're down,
when they beat the living crap,
out of any thing that moves.
Duck, duck... duck, duck, goose.
Duck, duck, goose,
duck, duck, goose
... go ahead and
put your head in the noose.
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shush (mp3)
birds and lovely flowers bloom,
the smell of coffee pancakes.
in a whir of modern fantasy,
a tight, latin combo breaks...
your hair is soft to touch,
and i got, nothing to do,
that's why i'm gonna sit here
make another song for you
shush
and hear my next lovely song,
about pretty ****,
and not what's wrong,
while you're up and out
getting you're groove on
the world melts around us
in a soft painful song
i understand, sometimes you got to
hear a song
but what you gonna do, when no one's gonna
play along
shush
and hear my next lovely song,
about pretty ****
and not what's wrong
shush
don't think,
and buy my next,
lovely song.
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terencendental (mp3)
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dirty roll (mp3)
while i don't quite understand
all those things in your hand
like the face of your plan
and the Man that you stand
and i know of the church
where all the lurkers will play
and i know the things
that you'll likely say
but please bear with me -
bear with me, if you will -
for there's a number things,
that i'd like to distill,
ergo, hiding from the man
there's a place i need to go
and i really don't give one ****
whether you're going to let me go,
while you talk of heavan,
go do what you do - to get fed
play me the old, clean "L7"
while i roll in the dirt instead...
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glass onion (mp3)
lyrics/music: beatles
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push (mp3)
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rumsfeld's laughter (mp3)
yeah, i know it's blue
and it's kinda catchy too
but is it really true?
does it really suit you?
not the pope, not nelson
not even desmond tutu
not the one love, for true
- so what you gonna do?
is this really it?
is it what we're after?
way down here,
deep in rumsfeld's laughter
but man, even putin
even putin's disputin'
all this dirty convolutin'
and the backward computin'
of what you can manage
- the collateral damage
and how you can mount her
and that corporate bean-counter
not the pope, not nelson
not even desmond tutu
not the one love true
- so what you gonna do?
is this really it?
is it what we're after?
way down here,
deep in rumsfeld's laughter
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one too many (mp3)
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strange days (mp3)
lyrics/music: the doors
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tickle (mp3)
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slide (mp3)
sometimes i got
got our face
in between a rock
and some impossible place
where the trouble's breaking through
where there ain't nothing, i can do
where the solutions, are too few
man oh man, what are we gonna do?
sometimes, got to slide
and sometimes we got to hide
sometimes, just to save our pride
sometimes, we got to slide
some might do it, for the money
or for some, a sweet loving honey
some might do it, everyday
some might do it, in their own way
i don't do it for the thrill
taught to respect my elders
i don't take it like it was a pill
not that anybody really cares
sometimes i just got to slide
sometimes i got to get lit
sometimes i got to hide
just sit here, and make up ****
the world it melts around us
and Darwin laughs because,
he thinks he found us,
and what the choice was,
but like the delta of the Nile,
overflowing your golden cup,
just let me be in the pocket awhile,
while i sit here and make **** up.
sometimes i got to slide,
sometimes i got to hide,
sometimes to just save my pride,
sometimes i got to slide.
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wind (mp3)
The air is warm
In the eye of the morning storm
The dogs are barking
At the things that will never come
Could change be forgotten
As the time settles in
What have we lost
While the clouds will begin
We look over the sea
And up at the mountain…
We try to remember
The things we forgot
For what they were
And what they’re not
Just what it is
That we’re running from
Why the clouds
Will have to come
The sun is gone
The dove is South
The wind is in your hair
While the fear is out
The fear leads to anger
And lashes out
And we have forgotten
What life is about
We look over the sea
At the face of the mountain
Of hypocrisy
A splash in youth’s fountain
Irresponsibly
While the fire flickers out…
Come with me
Grab some fallen branches
Underneath the tree
Of life’s subtle glances
The refrain of peace
Is easily lost
As the fear of what will be
Is not the true cost…
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proud to be one (mp3)
When I was a kid
Didn’t know myself no better
Not too sure what I did
Didn’t follow to the letter
Helping out the crime
Didn’t know that I was choking
Just trying to find a dime
Didn’t know what I was smoking
Made them other ****ers rich
Buying up illegal dope
That’s right the law’s a bitch
Sometimes there ain’t no hope
One day I will be smoking
The kind green bud
I’ll have lots of THC
Coursing through my blood
I’ll take it slow and mellow
I will get to sleep
Hanging with my fellow
Persecuted creed
But then I thought one day
That I would fend for myself
Didn’t care what they say
Didn’t need anyone’s help
But then one quiet morning
Cranking up the Roots
The sheriff kicked the door in
Didn’t need lose their couth
Now I’m on probation
Dreaming ‘bout the day
When I don’t need to worry
About what the judges say
One day I will be smoking
The kind green bud
I’ll have lots of THC
Coursing through my blood
I’ll take it slow and mellow
I will get to sleep
Hanging with my fellow
Persecuted creed
So have yourself a beer
And I won’t complain
Drink yourself some coffee
I really hope it don’t stain
That’s because I am
Proud to be one
One with mother nature
I’ll have one with you son
Yeah leave me alone
Don’t be the monkey on my back
I’m gonna get real stoned
It‘s a matter of true fact
One day I will be smoking
The kind green bud
I’ll have lots of THC
Coursing through my blood
I’ll take it slow and mellow
I will get to sleep
Hanging with my fellow
Persecuted creed
