gotta find a way

•26 October, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I gotta find a way to understand
I gotta find a way to understand
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

You walk 1000 miles before the sun has begun to rise
You think about the things to do and then you realise
You work all day and you sleep all night
Just to get up and do it again
Take your pay and you rest one day you think
You’ll never reach the end

I gotta find a way to understand
I gotta find a way to understand

You walk along the creekbed your girl standing by your side
She feels the same as it’s best to do that you’re gonna let it ride
You tell her how you feel about the birdies and the bees
Your standing by the lonely tree gets you on your knees

I gotta find a way to understand
I gotta find a way to understand

You walk 1000 miles before the sun has begun to rise
You think about the things to do and then you realise
You work all day and you sleep all night
Just to get up and do it again
Take your pay and you rest one day you think
You’ll never reach the end

I gotta find a way to understand
I gotta find a way to understand
I gotta find a way to understand
I gotta find a way to understand
I gotta find a way to understand
I gotta find a way to understand
I gotta find a way to understand
I gotta find a way to understand
I gotta find a way to understand
I gotta find a way to understand
I gotta find a way to understand
I gotta find a way to understand

salty dog

•29 September, 2009 • Leave a Comment

all hands on deck, weve run afloat! I heard the captain cry
explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive!
Across the straits, around the horn: how far can sailors fly?
A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive

We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captains eye
Upon the seventh seasick day we made our port of call
A sand so white, and sea so blue, no mortal place at all

We fired the gun, and burnt the mast, and rowed from ship to shore
The captain cried, we sailors wept: our tears were tears of joy
Now many moons and many junes have passed since we made land
A salty dog, this seamans log: your witness my own hand

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Suite: Judy Blue Eyes

•16 August, 2009 • 1 Comment

It’s getting to the point where I’m no fun any more
I am sorry
Sometimes it hurts so badly I must cry out loud
I am lonely
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are
You make it hard

Remember what we’ve said, and done
And felt about each other
Oh, babe, have mercy
Don’t let the past remind us of what we are not now
I am not dreaming

I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are
You make it hard

Tearing yourself away from me now, you are free
And I am crying
This does not mean I don’t love you, I do, that’s forever
Yes, and for always

I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are
You make it hard

Something inside is telling me that I’ve got your secret
Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart
And I love you

I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are
And you make it hard
And you make it hard
And you make it hard

Friday evening
Sunday in the afternoon
What have you got to lose?
Tuesday morning
Please be gone, I’m tired of you
What have you got to lose?

Can I tell it like it is?
Help me I’m suffering
Listen to me baby
It’s my heart that’s suffering
Help me, I’m crying to you
It’s dyin’ and that’s what I have to lose

I’ve got an answer
I’m going to fly away
What have I got to lose?
Will you come see me
Thursdays and Saturdays
What have you got to lose?

Chestnut brown canary
Ruby throated sparrow
Sing a song, don’t be long
Thrill me to the marrow

Voices of the angels
Ring around the moonlight
Asking me, said she so free
How can you catch the sparrow?

Lacy lilting lady
Losing love lamenting
Change my life, make it right
Be my lady

Do do do do do, do do do do do do
Do do do do do, do do do do

Que linda me la traiga Cuba
La reina de la Mar Caribe
Cielo sol no tiene sangreahi
Y que triste que no puedo vaya
Oh va, oh va, va

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Riders on the storm

•9 August, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house were born
Into this world were thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

Theres a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah

Wow!

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house were born
Into this world were thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out alone
Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm

Brain Damage / Eclipse

•3 August, 2009 • Leave a Comment

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The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.

The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon.

The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me ’til I’m sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There’s someone in my head but it’s not me.

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you’re in starts playing different tunes
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon.

“I can’t think of anything to say except…
I think it’s marvelous! HaHaHa!”

All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy,
Beg, borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All thats to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

There is no dark side of the moon really. matter of fact its all dark.

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hallelujah

•30 July, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I heard there was a secret chord
That david played and it pleased the lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrough ya
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

Well, maybe i’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room and i’ve walked this floor
I used to live with leonard before i knew ya
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
But love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

There was a time when you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show that to me do ya
But remember when i moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath you drew was hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

And maybe there’s a god above
But all i’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
Well it’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, halle…

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Castle in the Air

•30 July, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I saw an old man sitting with his head in hands
His eyes reflected the wisdom of his life
His words painted a new world
And my thoughts just followed him

But when he stopped
Something inside tore me apart
And I can’t get it back my castle in the air

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No expectations / You can’t always get what you want

•28 July, 2009 • Leave a Comment

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Take me to the station
And put me on a train
I’ve got no expectations
To pass through here again

Once I was a rich man and
Now I am so poor
But never in my sweet short life
Have I felt like this before

You heart is like a diamond
You throw your pearls at swine
And as I watch you leaving me
You pack my peace of mind

Our love was like the water
That splashes on a stone
Our love is like our music
Its here, and then its gone

So take me to the airport
And put me on a plane
I got no expectations
To pass through here again

I saw her today at a reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she would meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man

No, you can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
And if you try sometime you find
You get what you need
I went down to the Chelsea drugstore
To get your prescription filled
I was standin’ in line with Mr. Jimmy
A-man, did he look pretty ill

We decided that we would have a soda
My favorite flavor, cherry red
I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy
Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was ‘dead’
I said to him

(You can’t always get what you want) well no!
(You can’t always get what you want) tell ya baby
(You can’t always get what you want) no
But if you try sometimes, you just might find, mmm!
Mmm! you get what you need
Ooh yes! Woo!

I saw her today at the reception
In her glass was a bleeding man
She was practiced at the art of deception
Well, I could tell by her blood-stained hands
Say it!

(You can’t always get what you want) yeah!
(You can’t always get a-what you want) ooo-yeah, baby!
(You can’t always get a-what you want)
But if you try sometime, you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need

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Sea of Joy

•24 July, 2009 • Leave a Comment


Following the shadows of the skies,
Or are they only figments of my eyes?
And I’m feeling close to when the race is run.
Waiting in our boats to set sail.
Sea of joy.
Once the door swings open into space,
And I’m already waiting in disguise.
Is it just a thorn between my eyes?
Waiting in our boats to set sail.
Sea of joy.

Having trouble coming through,
Through this concrete blocks my view
And it’s all because of you.

Oh, is it just a thorn between my eyes?
Waiting in our boats to set sail.
Sea of joy.

Sea of joy.
Sea of joy.
Sailing free.
Sea of joy.

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Motor City is burning

•20 July, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Ya know, the Motor City is burning babe,
there ain’t a thing in the world that they can do.
Ya know, the Motor City is burning people,
there ain’t a thing that white society can do.
Ma home town burning down to the ground,
worser than Vietnam.
Let me tell you how it started now …
it started on 12th & Clairmount that morning.
It made the pig cops all jump & shout,
Ah said, it started on 12th & Clairmount that morning,
It made the pigs in the street freak out.
The fire wagons kept comin’, baby,
but the black Panther snipers wouldn’t let them put it out, wouldn’t let them put it out, wouldn’t let them put it out.
Guitar solo “get it on … “
Well, there were fire bombs bursting all around, people, Ya know there were soldiers standing everywhere.
I said there was fire bombs bursting all around me, baby, Ya know there was National Guard everywhere.
Ah can hear my people screaming.
Sirens fill the air, fill the air, fill the air.
Guitar solo
Your mama papa don’t know what the trouble is . ..
you see, they don’t know what it’s all about.
Ah said, your mama papa don’t know what the trouble is, baby, they just can’t see what it’s all about.
Read the news, read the newspapers, baby?
You just get out there in the street and check it out!
Guitar solo
Ah said, the Motor City is burning, people,
I ain’t hanging round to fight it out.
Ah said, the Motor City is burning, people,
just not hang around to fight it out.
Well, I’m taking my wife and my people and ???
Well, just before I go, baby, ???? ,
firemans on the street, people all around,
Now, I guess it’s true,
I’d just like to strike a match for freedom myself,
I may be a white boy, but I can be bad, too.
Yes, it’s true now, yes, it’s true now.
Guitars, end

“Let it all burn! Let it all burn!”
Motor City is burning

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