[color=red]Men at work - Down Under
Traveling in a fried-out combie
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said,
“Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.”
Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscles
I said, “Do you speak-a my language?”
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich
And he said,
“I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.”
Lying in a den in Bombay
With a slack jaw, and not much to say
I said to the man, “Are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from the land of plenty?”
And he said,
“Oh! Do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah)
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.”[/color]
[color=blue]The Playmates - Beep Beep
While riding in my Cadillac
What to my surprise
A little Nash Rambler was following me
About one third my size
The guy musta wanted to pass me out
As he kept on tooting his horn beep beep
I’ll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn
Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep beep beep
(slowly)
I pushed my foot down to the floor
To give the guy the shake
But the little Nash Rambler stayed right behind
He still had on his brake
He musta thought his car had more guts
As he kept on tooting his horn beep beep
I’ll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn
Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep beep beep
(normal speed)
My car went into passing gear
And we took off with gust whoosh
Soon we were going ninety
Musta left him in the dust
When I peeked in the mirror of my car
I couldn’t believe my eyes
The little Nash Rambler was right behind
You’d think that guy could fly
Beep beep Beep beep beep beep Beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep
(quickly)
Now we were doing a hundred and ten
This certainly was a race
For a Rambler to pass a Caddy
Would be a big disgrace
The guy musta wanted to pass me up
As he kept on tooting his horn
I’ll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn
Beep beep Beep beep beep beep Beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep
(very quickly)
Now we’re going a hundred twenty
As fast as I can go
The Rambler pulled along side of me
As if we were going slow
The fella rolled down his window
And yelled for me to hear
“Hey buddy how can I get this car outa second gear?”[/color]
[color=red]Poets of the Fall - Fire
It’s a bit like a trip, but you hit it with a slip of a tongue, like a whip, and we’re sinking, it ain’t cool to be cool, though you may think it a laudable tool of self evaluation, of ego cultivation, n’ I’m rolling my eyes like the stones for the lies, is it really all about the size or just a simple vice…
Oh, and it makes the news
Oh, cos it sings the blues
I feel the fire flare alight inside me
Higher so I can see
N’ aspire to survive this fight in spite of
Liars and travesty
Oh fire
Did you think that I’d blink, that I’d go and take the ink to your control, that I’d sell my soul, and does it ring any bells that it sells that we’re living out of shells in a shotgun, if we couldn’t shoot, we’d have to run, and finally the cerebral fantasy, better genes and machines, so we can die looking like we’re teens, like snapshot scenes in smithereens…
Oh, and the ones we choose
Oh, witch hunting fools
I feel the fire…
Look there it is in the news again, yeah
There it goes singing the blues again
Fire flare alight inside me…
Fire, return my joy cos I’m so
Tired, tired of me
Inspire the weary eyed to see the
Ire and Irony
Oh fire [/color]
[color=blue]Sorry Go 'Round - Poets of the fall (if I post another they’ll have to pay me for advertising )
The devil may smile with an angels face
A cat may be stolen of its grace
They say it’s just a matter of time and place
A man may be less than an animal
The antichrist write up the honor roll
The tightrope walker take the final fall (at his house, in the bathroom, on a holiday, and that’s in the news)
Oh, the things you see
Makes ignorance bliss for you and me, yeah,
When arrogance does publicity,
Smiling happily
It’s a merry go round and around and around
The begging boy becomes the begging man
The zealot never saves the sacrificial lamb
And a child want’s to know if the Candyman can
Everybody want’s the fancy car
And we’ve all been told not to run too far
But everybody wants to be a rock’n’roll star
Oh, the things you see
Makes arrogance seem the way to be, yeah,
When ignorance spreads conformity,
Smiling happily
It’s a merry go round and around and around [/color]