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Subject: Re: Ahem...new subject... music with a message Author: Katy [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 14:10:51 09/28/04 Tue In reply to: michael 's message, "Re: Ahem...new subject... music with a message" on 01:05:44 09/28/04 Tue Yeah I do wonder about Yusef. He sure doesn't look like a hippy pacifist any more. Here are a few more songs to add to the list: EVERLAST What It's Like We've all seen a man at the liquor store beggin' for your change The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes "Get a job you f***ing slob," is all he replies God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love He said, "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll I'm the man you've been dreaming of." But 3 months later he say he won't date her or return her calls And she swear, "God damn, if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls." And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walking through the door They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner and they call her a whore God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes 'cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose Chorus I've seen a rich man beg I've seen a good man sin I've seen a tough man cry I've seen a loser win And a sad man grin I heard an honest man lie I've seen the good side of bad And the downside of up And everything between I licked the silver spoon Drank from the golden cup And smoked the finest green I stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times before I broke their heart You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start I knew this kid named Max He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs He liked to hang out late he liked to get shit-faced and keep the pace with thugs Until late one night there was a big gun fight and Max lost his head He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit, and wound up dead Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain You know it crumbles that way at least that's what they say when you play the game God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like...to have to lose BOYZ IN THE HOOD - Dynamite Hack (A tongue-in-cheek view of the 'hood') Woke up quick at about noon Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon I gotta get drunk before the day begins Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends About to go and damn near went blind Young niggaz on the pad throwin' up gang signs I went in the house to get the clip With my Mac10 on the side of my hip I bailed outside and pointed my weapon Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin I jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride I got front and back side to side Then I let the alpine play I was pumpin' new shit by NWA It was "Gangster Gangster" at the top of the list Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this: Cruisin' down the street in my 6-fo' Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoe's I went to the park to get the scoop Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoop A car pulls up, who can it be? The fresh El Camino rollin Kilo G He rolls down the window and he starts to say It's all about makin' that G.T.A. Cuz the boyz in the hood are alwayz hard You come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit ... Bored as hell and I wanna get ill So I go to a place where my homeboyz chill The fellas out there try to make that dollar I pulled up in the 6-fo' and hollered greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin' And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin' I gotta get my girl to rock that body Before I left I hit the bacardi Pulled to the house get her out of the pad And the bitch said something to make me mad She said somethin' that I couldn't believe So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave She started talkin' shit, would'nt you know? I reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe' And her father stood up and he started to shout So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out Cuz the boyz in the hood are alwayz hard You come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit' Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit ... Punk ass trippin in the dead of night homies score and key is gonna fly, punk ass fly And one more ~ this one is old ~ I heard a mental health prof. at a workshop describe this song as a perfect example of someone who has an Attachment Disorder ~ Behind Blue Eyes The Who - words and music by Pete Townshend - as recorded by The Who on their 1971 album "Who's next" No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes No one knows what it's like To be hated To be fated To telling only lies But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free No one knows what it's like To feel these feelings Like I do And I blame you No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free When my fist clenches, crack it open Before I use it and lose my cool When I smile, tell me some bad news Before I laugh and act like a fool And if I swallow anything evil Put your finger down my throat And if I shiver, please give me a blanket Keep me warm, let me wear your coat No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Ahem...new subject... music with a message Author: michael [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 23:19:22 09/28/04 Tue That one by the Who reminded me of another by Pink Floyd: Paranoid Eyes Button your lip. Don't let the shield slip. Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask. And if they try to break down your disguise with their questions You can hide, hide, hide, Behind paranoid eyes. You put on our brave face and slip over the road for a jar. Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar, Laughing too loud at the rest of the world With the boys in the crowd You hide, hide, hide, Behind petrified eyes. You believed in their stories of fame, fortune and glory. Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high. And you hide, hide, hide, Behind brown and mild eyes. --------- This'uns not really a standalone kind of piece. I b'lieve you havta listen to the whole "Final Cut" CD as its somewhat of a theme CD. And one more selection from that old fav... ----- Two Suns in the Sunset In my rear view mirror the sun is going down Sinking behind bridges in the road And I think of all the good things That we have left undone And I suffer premonitions Confirm suspicions Of the holocaust to come. The wire that holds the cork That keeps the anger in Gives way And suddenly it's day again. The sun is in the east Even though the day is done. Two suns in the sunset Hmmmmmmmmmm Could be the human race is run. Like the moment when the brakes lock And you slide towards the big truck "Oh no!" "[scream] Daddy, Daddy!" You stretch the frozen moments with your fear. And you'll never hear their voices And you'll never see their faces You have no recourse to the law anymore. And as the windshield melts My tears evaporate Leaving only charcoal to defend. Finally I understand the feelings of the few. Ashes and diamonds Foe and friend We were all equal in the end. ("...and now the weather. Tomorrow will be cloudy with scattered showers spreading from the east ... with an expected high of 4000 degrees Celsius") ----------------------- [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Ahem...new subject... music with a message Author: Beth [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 19:09:59 09/29/04 Wed You people shouldn't rush to judgement on Cat Stevens (Yusef Islam) before you hear what he had to say about it. I have the "Behind the Music" on him taped, and in it he says he never supported killing Salman Rushdie, and I just saw a clip of him being interviewed about the airplane thing and he said he never gave money to support any terrorists; he said all the charities he gives to are for children or education; things like that. There are millions of peace loving Muslims, you know. He just happens to be a famous one. And before you say he could be lying, well duh . . . of course he could be lying. I'm just telling you what I heard him say. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Ahem...new subject... music with a message Author: Katy [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 08:45:28 09/30/04 Thu Hey, I like Cat Stevens, I just took advantage of the situation to make fun of him. I apologize. Now when can I watch that "Behind the Music", they never show the good ones anymore on MTV, just Brittany Spears, and J Lo, no real artists who love making good music but hate the plastic life of a rock star like Yusef. Here's one more song - not even a little bit relevant - but a little humorous. 1985 by Bowling for Soup Debbie just hit the wall She never had it all One Prozac a day Husbands a CPA Her dreams went out the door When she turned twenty four Only been with one man What happen to her plan? She was gonna be an actress She was gonna be a star She was gonna shake her ass On the hood of White Snake's car Her yellow SUV, is now the enemy Looks at her average life And nothing, has been, alright Since Bruce Springstein, Madonna Way before Nirvana There was U2, and Blondie And music still on MTV Her two kids, in high school They tell her that she's uncool But she still preoccupied With 19, 19, 1985 Woo-hoo-hoo 1985 Woo-hoo-hoo She's seen all the classics She knows every line Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink Even Saint Elmo's Fire She rocked out to wham Not a big Limp Biscuit fan Thought she'd get a hand On a member of Duran Duran Where's the mini-skirt made of snake skin And who's the other guy singing in Van Halen When did reality, become T.V. What ever happen to sitcoms, game shows On the radio was Springstein, Madonna Way before Nirvana There was U2, and Blondie And music still on MTV Her two kids, in high school They tell her that she's uncool But she's still preoccupied With 19, 19, 1985 Woo-hoo-hoo She hates time, make it stop When did Motley Crue become classic rock? And when did Ozzy become an actor? Please make this stop! Stop! Stop! And bring back Springstein, Madonna Way before Nirvana There was U2, and Blondie And music still on MTV Her two kids, in high school They tell her that she's uncool But she's still preoccupied With 1985 Bruce Springstein, Madonna Way before Nirvana There was U2, and Blondie And music still on MTV Her two kids, in high school They tell her that she's uncool But she's still preoccupied With 19, 19, 1985 [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Ahem...new subject... music with a message Author: Beth [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 16:11:04 09/30/04 Thu Ha, that's great; I haven't heard that one. I wasn't offended at the funny thing you posted about Cat Stevens, I was just trying to set the official record straight on what he actually said. I can't think of any songs right now; I'm supposed to be working. =) [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Ahem...new subject... music with a message Author: Beth [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 16:23:06 09/30/04 Thu OH YEAH . . . . Alice's Restaurant, the perfect socially relevant song. I have the live version where he's talking at the end about going to Jimmy Carter's inaugural thing and how Chip Carter told him they found his record when they moved in . . . and it was open . . . and that got him to thinking about how many things are exactly 18 minutes and 20 seconds long . . . it's great. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Ahem...new subject... music with a message Author: Katy [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 17:21:29 09/30/04 Thu Post it... [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Ahem...new subject... music with a message Author: Katy [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 17:37:07 09/30/04 Thu Here's an oldie from the same time frame as Alice's Restaurant and a new version as well. I FEEL LIKE I'M FIXIN' TO DIE RAG by Country Joe and the Fish Yeah! Come on all of you big strong men. Uncle Sam needs your help again. He's got himself in a terrible jam Way down yonder in Vietnam, So put down your books and pick up a gun. We're gonna have a whole lotta fun. And it's one, two, three, what are we fightin' for? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn. Next stop is Vietnam. And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates. Well, there ain't no time to wonder why, Whoopie! We're all gonna die! Well, come on Generals, let's move fast. Your big chance has come at last. Gotta go out and get those Reds. The only good Commie is the one that's dead. You know that peace can only be won When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come. And it's one, two, three, what are we fightin' for? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn. Next stop is Vietnam. And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates. Well, there ain't no time to wonder why, Whoopie! We're all gonna die! Come on, Wall Street, don't move slow. Why man, this is war a-go-go. There's plenty good money to be made By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade. Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb, They drop it on the Viet Cong. And it's one, two, three, what are we fightin' for? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn. Next stop is Vietnam. And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates. Well, there ain't no time to wonder why, Whoopie! We're all gonna die! Well, come on, mothers throughout the land, Pack your boys off to Vietnam. Come on, fathers, don't hesitate, Send them off before it's too late. Be the first one on your block To have your boy come home in a box. And it's one, two, three, what are we fightin' for? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn. Next stop is Vietnam. And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates. Well, there ain't no time to wonder why, Whoopie! We're all gonna die! And the new. Fixin' to Die in Iraq by Randall Bart Come on all you Americans. Bush is President again. He found a guy who's really bad. The name's Saddam. He's in Baghdad. So show some ID, take off your shoes. What have you got to lose? And it's one, two, three, What are we searching for? George said it, it must be true. I believe in W. And it's five, six, seven, Tell me who I should hate. There's no need to wonder why, 'Cause Presidents never lie. The USA's the worldwide cop, And evildoers must be stopped. Saddam's got nukes and poison gas. Let's go kick him in the ass. Conquer the land, sell off the oil. To the victor goes the spoil. And it's one, two, three, What are we searching for? George said it, it must be true. I believe in W. And it's five, six, seven, Tell me who I should hate. There's no need to wonder why, 'Cause Presidents never lie. Now there's rebuilding to be done. Halliburton is the one. Cheney says they have the skills. We're the ones who pay the bills. So give up your rights. Write me a check. We'll make the whole world a wreck. And it's one, two, three, What are we paying for? Dick said it, it must be spent. He's our Vice President. And it's five, six, seven, Tell me who I should hate. There's no need to wonder why. Vice Presidents never lie. Go here www.countryjoe.com/iraq_fixins.htm for more variations on this theme. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Ahem...new subject... music with a message Author: michael [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 00:32:59 10/14/04 Thu I always liked the original of this song but the take-offs are pretty lame. Its really too bad Johnson and McNamara wouldn't let us win that war. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Ahem...new subject... music with a message Author: michael [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 11:44:54 10/15/04 Fri (Freakin' At) The Freaker's Ball Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show (Shel Silverstein) Well there's gonna be a freaker's ball (ha ha) Tonight at the Freaker's Hall And you know you're invited one and all Uh oh Come on baby's grease your lips Grab your hats and swing your hips And don't forget to bring your whips We're going to the freaker's ball (yes) Blow your whistle, and bang your gong Roll up something to take along It feels so good, it must be wrong We're freakin' at the freaker's ball Well all the fags and the dykes they're boogie-in' together The leather freaks are dressed in all kinds of leather The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too Screaming please hit me and I'll hit you The FBI is dancin' with the junkies All the straights, swingin' with the funkies Across the floor and up the wall We're freakin' at the freaker's ball, y'all We're freakin' at the freaker's ball Everybody's kissing each other Brother with sister, son with mother Smear my body up with butter And take me to the freaker's ball Pass that roach please, and pour the wine I'll kiss yours if you'll kiss mine I'm gonna boogie 'til I'm cold blind Freakin' at the freaker's ball White ones, black ones, yellow ones, red ones Necrophiliacs looking for dead ones The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too Screaming please hit me and I'll hit you Everybody ballin' in batches Pyromaniacs strikin' matches I'm gonna itch me where it scratches Freakin' at the freaker's ball, y'all We're freakin' at the freaker's ball We're at a ball We're freakin' at the freaker's ball ----------------------- The Cover Of The Rolling Stone Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show (Shel Silverstein) (Hey Ray, hey sugar, tell them who we are) Well, we're big rock singers, we got golden fingers and we're loved everywhere we go (That sounds like us) We sing about beauty and we sing about truth at ten thousand dollars a show (Right) We take all kinds of pills, that give us all kind of thrills but the thrill we've never known Is the thrill that'll get you when you get your picture on the cover of The Rolling Stone Rolling Stone, wanna see my picture on the cover Wanna buy five copies for my mother (Yeah!) Wanna see my smilin' face, on the cover of The Rolling Stone (That's a very very good idea) I got a freaky old lady name o' Cocaine Kitty who embroiders on my jeans I got my poor ol' grey haired daddy, drivin' my limousine Now it's all designed to blow our minds but our minds won't really be blown Like the blow that'll getcha when you get your picture on the cover of The Rolling Stone Rolling Stone, wanna see my picture on the cover Wanna buy five copies for my mother (Yeah!) Wanna see my smilin' face, on the cover of The Rolling Stone (Hey, I know how...) (ROCK AND ROLL!) (Aww, dats beautiful) We got a lot of little teenage blue eyed groupies who'll do anything we say We got a genuine Indian guru, who's teachin' us a better way We got all the friends, that money can buy, so we'll never have to be alone And we keep gettin' richer but we can't get our picture on the cover of The Rolling Stone Rolling Stone, wanna see my picture on the cover Wanna buy five copies for my mother (I want one!) Wanna see my smilin' face, on the cover The Rolling Stone On the cover of the Rolling Stone, wanna see my picture on the cover (I don't know why we ain't on the cover, baby) Gonna buy five copies for my mother (We're beautiful fellows) Wanna see my smiling face (I ain't kidding ya) On the cover of The Rolling Stone (Ah, we would make a beautiful cover) (The first shot, right up front man, I can see it now) (We would be on the front smilin' man) (Aahhhhh beautiful) (c) 1973 Tro-Essex Music Ltd. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]