You broke the rock in my heart baby
You make me feel like I'm on cloud nine
You broke me out of my jail honey
And with you I'm feeling fine.
Too many times my heart had been broken,
Too many tears had come from my eyes,
Too many letters had gone unanswered,
Too many calls and no one's at home.
When I'm with you--my life is so happy,
When I'm with you--I feel so free,
When I'm with you--I can't stop laughing,
'Cause when I'm with you--you're with me.
We may not always live together
We may not laugh every day forever
We may not dream of a life unceasing
But I can't live today without you.
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Monday, March 16, 2015
Writing on the Wall, 1991
I went into a restaurant
To get a bite to eat,
I looked around for a waiter,
And I heard the food couldn't be beat.
I went to the rest room
To wash my hands before the food,
And I looked up to see
The writing on the wall.
The words on the tiles
didn't make much sense,
All it said was
"Life makes a good defense."
I went outside and asked around
Did anybody know what it meant,
Nobody did, but one looked at me,
And said, Maybe it's where we're sent.
He was no help as I left there,
And I went out to the street,
There I stopped a lot of folks,
Everyone I'd meet.
I told them I'd seen
The writing on the wall,
They just stared back at me,
Then I heard that familiar call.
Police! Police! one woman yelled,
And I ran away toward a local church,
I walked inside looking for a priest,
There were none but a parrot on a perch.
I asked the parrot what did it mean
The writing on the all--
He looked at me as if to smile
And said "Go down the hall."
I went down the hall
Which led to a door,
I opened it wide and
Fell on the floor.
I got up to see
A man pointing up,
I looked at what it was,
It was the writing on the wall.
The writing on the wall makes you crazy,
The writing on the wall makes you scream,
The writing on the wall makes you sick,
But it's only a dream.
To get a bite to eat,
I looked around for a waiter,
And I heard the food couldn't be beat.
I went to the rest room
To wash my hands before the food,
And I looked up to see
The writing on the wall.
The words on the tiles
didn't make much sense,
All it said was
"Life makes a good defense."
I went outside and asked around
Did anybody know what it meant,
Nobody did, but one looked at me,
And said, Maybe it's where we're sent.
He was no help as I left there,
And I went out to the street,
There I stopped a lot of folks,
Everyone I'd meet.
I told them I'd seen
The writing on the wall,
They just stared back at me,
Then I heard that familiar call.
Police! Police! one woman yelled,
And I ran away toward a local church,
I walked inside looking for a priest,
There were none but a parrot on a perch.
I asked the parrot what did it mean
The writing on the all--
He looked at me as if to smile
And said "Go down the hall."
I went down the hall
Which led to a door,
I opened it wide and
Fell on the floor.
I got up to see
A man pointing up,
I looked at what it was,
It was the writing on the wall.
The writing on the wall makes you crazy,
The writing on the wall makes you scream,
The writing on the wall makes you sick,
But it's only a dream.
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Wrong?, 1971
To bare a life,
Is like killing all strife,
You got to have peace,
To find wars to cease.
Is like killing all strife,
You got to have peace,
To find wars to cease.
Saturday, March 14, 2015
Wow, 1974
The sky is green,
The grass is blue,
My world was turned around,
When I met you.
The clouds are brown,
The trees are white,
I feel so good,
Being with you tonight.
Oh my whole world
Is upside down from you,
You've made my life
Go good, too.
We're happy now,
And we will be
Happier later,
Don't you see?
The roads are gold,
The sun is black.
And now I'm gone,
And now I'm back.
The grass is blue,
My world was turned around,
When I met you.
The clouds are brown,
The trees are white,
I feel so good,
Being with you tonight.
Oh my whole world
Is upside down from you,
You've made my life
Go good, too.
We're happy now,
And we will be
Happier later,
Don't you see?
The roads are gold,
The sun is black.
And now I'm gone,
And now I'm back.
Friday, March 13, 2015
The World (part 4), 1970
segregation
integration--Black Panthers
Students for a Democratic Society
Weathermen
Chicago Seven
Black Militants--Watts
Newark
Harlem
Detroit
Washington--Riots
Demonstrations
Strikes
Murder
Assassinations
Nazis
Communists
Students Non-violent Coordinating Committee (SNCC)
National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP)
Women's Liberation Front (WLF)
Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC)
Office of Economic Opportunity (OEO)
Welfare--Medicare
What is happening? Censorship
Clean Water
Clean Air
Over Population--Hunger
Poverty
Peace Now
Inflation
Income Tax
Black Power--Power to the People
Congress--Nationalists--Imperialists
Make love not War
Pig--Fascist--Bigot--Racist--John Birch Society
Why is it happening? Tricky Dicky
Spiro the Greek
George Wallace
Hubert Humphrey
Democrats
Republicans
Conservatives
Liberals
Independents
HEW--HUD
William Rogers
Melvin Laird
John Mitchell
...And the World Vietnam U.S.S.R. London
Middle East Berlin Paris
Rome Bangkok Taipei Peru
Zurich Hong Kong Argentina Brazil
Geneva Greece Africa Europe
Albania Red China Asia Ireland
Poland Yugoslavia
Czechoslovakia
...And these people
Mao Tse Tung--Kosygin--De Gaulle--Ho Chi Minh--
Thieu--Ky--Heath--The Queen--Constantine--Chiang--
Devlin
How?
PEACE--HOPE--LOVE--UNDERSTANDING--
TOGETHERNESS--KINDNESS--World Law--United
Nations--Disarmament--TRUST
What are we coming to?
Hope is the only thing that we have to use.
Without Hope, we cannot have How. We do not need the
Whos and Whats.
Let's show Peace, Hope, and Love in our hearts and
Make This a better world to live in.
Some had hope,
But the world couldn't cope
With the problems and people of today,
Show us the way.
integration--Black Panthers
Students for a Democratic Society
Weathermen
Chicago Seven
Black Militants--Watts
Newark
Harlem
Detroit
Washington--Riots
Demonstrations
Strikes
Murder
Assassinations
Nazis
Communists
Students Non-violent Coordinating Committee (SNCC)
National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP)
Women's Liberation Front (WLF)
Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC)
Office of Economic Opportunity (OEO)
Welfare--Medicare
What is happening? Censorship
Clean Water
Clean Air
Over Population--Hunger
Poverty
Peace Now
Inflation
Income Tax
Black Power--Power to the People
Congress--Nationalists--Imperialists
Make love not War
Pig--Fascist--Bigot--Racist--John Birch Society
Why is it happening? Tricky Dicky
Spiro the Greek
George Wallace
Hubert Humphrey
Democrats
Republicans
Conservatives
Liberals
Independents
HEW--HUD
William Rogers
Melvin Laird
John Mitchell
...And the World Vietnam U.S.S.R. London
Middle East Berlin Paris
Rome Bangkok Taipei Peru
Zurich Hong Kong Argentina Brazil
Geneva Greece Africa Europe
Albania Red China Asia Ireland
Poland Yugoslavia
Czechoslovakia
...And these people
Mao Tse Tung--Kosygin--De Gaulle--Ho Chi Minh--
Thieu--Ky--Heath--The Queen--Constantine--Chiang--
Devlin
How?
PEACE--HOPE--LOVE--UNDERSTANDING--
TOGETHERNESS--KINDNESS--World Law--United
Nations--Disarmament--TRUST
What are we coming to?
Hope is the only thing that we have to use.
Without Hope, we cannot have How. We do not need the
Whos and Whats.
Let's show Peace, Hope, and Love in our hearts and
Make This a better world to live in.
Some had hope,
But the world couldn't cope
With the problems and people of today,
Show us the way.
Thursday, March 12, 2015
The Ballad of Choctaw Ridge, 1969
This is the story of Choctaw Ridge,
And a man that jumped of the Talahachee Bridge,
He lived to see the Yankees comin',
And the drummer boys a drummin'.
One day a soldier dressed in blue,
Wanted to see a cow that mooed,
The cow he saw was Joe's,
And Joe felt mighty low.
Joe said, "Yank,
Go down to the bank,
And get the cash,
And the corn mash."
The Yankee was surprised for sure,
He thought this farmer was poor,
He wasn't going to let this man boss him around,
So he said, "Let's have a show down."
The day came for the big fight,
The farmer pulled the trigger with all his might,
The Yankee took careful aim,
Because for this he had fame.
The farmer's gun was shot,
The Yankee's bullet had hit the spot,
On the farmer's shirt,
Where all the dirt,
Was by his heart,
The mortician said, "Bring in the cart."
It was twenty days after the fight,
Where the farmer pulled the trigger with all of his might,
And the Yankee felt real bad,
And oh so terribly sad,
He jumped off the bridge,
Off Choctaw Ridge.
And this ends the ballad of the Yankee man,
And the farmer, who is lying under this land,
In a grave,
Oh, he was so brave.
And a man that jumped of the Talahachee Bridge,
He lived to see the Yankees comin',
And the drummer boys a drummin'.
One day a soldier dressed in blue,
Wanted to see a cow that mooed,
The cow he saw was Joe's,
And Joe felt mighty low.
Joe said, "Yank,
Go down to the bank,
And get the cash,
And the corn mash."
The Yankee was surprised for sure,
He thought this farmer was poor,
He wasn't going to let this man boss him around,
So he said, "Let's have a show down."
The day came for the big fight,
The farmer pulled the trigger with all his might,
The Yankee took careful aim,
Because for this he had fame.
The farmer's gun was shot,
The Yankee's bullet had hit the spot,
On the farmer's shirt,
Where all the dirt,
Was by his heart,
The mortician said, "Bring in the cart."
It was twenty days after the fight,
Where the farmer pulled the trigger with all of his might,
And the Yankee felt real bad,
And oh so terribly sad,
He jumped off the bridge,
Off Choctaw Ridge.
And this ends the ballad of the Yankee man,
And the farmer, who is lying under this land,
In a grave,
Oh, he was so brave.
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
How Do I Know?, 1969
When I am tired,
And go to sleep,
I hear the ghosts and goblins creep.
I think it's a dream,
But how do I know,
It could be the wind as it blows,
How do I know?
How do I know?
How do I know if the wind blows,
How do I know?
How do I know?
I know just what it is.
On Halloween night when I am scared,
I try not to show my terrible fright,
I try to run away,
But the ghosts just keep me in their sight.
Oh, if I go out on the 31st again,
I'll never be frightened, no not again,
I'll try to be a man, Yes I will,
I just can't stand still.
How do I know?
How do I know?
How do I know?
How do I know?
How do I know just what it is,
How do I know?
How do I know?
How do I know just what it is?
And go to sleep,
I hear the ghosts and goblins creep.
I think it's a dream,
But how do I know,
It could be the wind as it blows,
How do I know?
How do I know?
How do I know if the wind blows,
How do I know?
How do I know?
I know just what it is.
On Halloween night when I am scared,
I try not to show my terrible fright,
I try to run away,
But the ghosts just keep me in their sight.
Oh, if I go out on the 31st again,
I'll never be frightened, no not again,
I'll try to be a man, Yes I will,
I just can't stand still.
How do I know?
How do I know?
How do I know?
How do I know?
How do I know just what it is,
How do I know?
How do I know?
How do I know just what it is?
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