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23 April, 2006 at 10:52 pm #139142
Tell me who’s that writin’, John the Revelator
Tell me who’s that writin’, John the Revelator
Tell me who’s that writin’, John the Revelator
Wrote the Book of the Seven SealsTell me who’s that writin’, John the Revelator
Tell me who’s that writin’, John the Revelator
Tell me who’s that writin’, John the Revelator
Wrote the Book of the Seven SealsOh yes, tell me who’s that writin’, John the Revelator
Tell me who’s that writin’, John the Revelator
Tell me who’s that writin’, John the Revelator
Wrote the Book of the Seven SealsLook, God walked down the hill one day
Called Adam by his name
And Adam wouldn’t answer
’Cause he was naked and ashamedTell me who’s that writin’, John the Revelator
Tell me who’s that writin’, John the Revelator
Tell me who’s that writin’, John the Revelator
Wrote the Book of the Seven SealsYou know Christ (Christ!) had twelve apostles (spirit willing)
Three he layed away (o but the flesh was weak)
He said watch me while I walked (ooh)
While I go out and preyListen
Well Christ rose on Easter morning (‘allelujah!)
Mary mother came down to see (the Resurrection!)
He said go and tell my disciples (ooh)
To meet me in GalileeYes
Tell me who’s that writin’, John the Revelator
Tell me who’s that writin’, John the Revelator
Tell me who’s that writin’, John the Revelator
Wrote the Book of the Seven Seals (ooh)
Yeah, yes he didTell me why I’m shouting (John the Revelator)
Tell me why I’m shouting (John the Revelator)
Tell me why I’m shouting (John the Revelator)
(Wrote the Book of the Seven Seals)Tell me what I’m shouting (John the Revelator)
Tell me what I’m shouting (John the Revelator)
Tell me what I’m shouting (John the Revelator)
(Wrote the Book of the Seven Seals)(The Revelation of Jesus) you know I thought I was a policeman
(The Revelation of Jesus) an officer of the law
(The revelation of Jesus) but then I had a revelation
(The Revelation of Jesus) because of what I saw
(The Revelation of Jesus) the air was always so gloomy
(The Revelation of Jesus) every day was dull and grey
(The Revelation of Jesus) but now I see very clearly
(The Revelation of Jesus) o, o, o, o happy day
(The Revelation of Jesus) Jesus
(Jesus) Jesus
(Jesus) Jesus
(Jesus) Jesus
(Jesus) Jesus
(Jesus) my God my God
(Jesus) Jesus
(Jesus) Jesus
(the revelation of Jesus) my my my my my my
(Jesus) my my my my
(Jesus) my my my my my my my my
(Jesus) my my my my my God
(Jesus) yeah yeah
(Jesus) my my my my my God
(the revelation of Jesus) o…
John the RevelatorSon House (Additional lyrics by John Landis) ~ John the Revelator
27 April, 2006 at 7:33 pm #139143Isolation
People say we got it made
Don’t they know we’re so afraid
IsolationWe’re afraid to be alone
Everybody got to have a home
IsolationJust a boy and a little girl
Trying to change the whole wide world
IsolationThe world is just a little town
Everybody trying to put us down
IsolationI don’t expect you
To understand
After you’ve caused
So much pain
But then again
You’re not to blame
You’re just a human
A victim of the insaneWe’re afraid of everyone
Afraid of the sun
IsolationThe Sun will never disappear
But the world may not have many years
IsolationJohn Lennon
27 April, 2006 at 10:36 pm #139144As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool,
Till you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can’t really function you’re so full of fear,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you’re so clever and classless and free,
But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
There’s room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.
If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.John Lennon ~ Working Class Hero
28 April, 2006 at 11:50 pm #139145Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she’s gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
Where rocking horse people eat marshmellow pies,
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you’re gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties,
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstyle,
The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes.The Beatles* ~ Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds
* Never had so much as a spliff in all their lives, those lads. Oh no.
29 April, 2006 at 10:45 pm #139146Alone with my thoughts this evening
I walked on the banks of Tyne
I wondered how I could win you
Or if I could make you mine
Or if I could make you mineThe wind it was so insistent
With tales of a stormy south
But when I spied two birds in a sycamore tree
There came a dryness in my mouth
Came a dryness in my mouthFor then without rhyme or reason
The two birds did rise up to fly
And where the two birds were flying
I swear I saw you and I
I swear I saw you and II walked out this morning
It was like a veil had been removed from
Before my eyes
For the first time I saw the work of heaven
In the line where the hill had been
Married to the sky
And all around me every blade of singing grass
Was calling out your name and that
Our love would always last
And inside every turning leaf
Is the pattern of an older tree
The shape of our future
The shape of all our history
And out of the confusion
Where the river meets the sea
Came things I’d never seen
Things I’d never seenI was brought to my senses
I was blind but now that I can see
Every signpost in nature
Said you belong to meI know it’s true
It’s written in a sky as blue
As blue as your eyes, as blue as your eyes
If nature’s red in tooth and claw
Like winter’s freeze and summer’s thaw
The wounds she gave me
Were the wounds that would heal me
And we’d be like the moon and sun
And when our courtly dance had run
Its course across the sky
Then together we would lie
And out of the confusion
Where the river meets the sea
Something new would arrive
Something better would arriveI was brought to my senses
I was blind but now that I can see
Every signpost in nature
Said you belong to me30 April, 2006 at 12:15 pm #139147Words and music by jimmy nail
Walking on cobble stone, little bits of skin and bone
Jumping on the tram car for a ride
I can remember then, I was just a boy of ten
Hanging out along the old quayside
Not all the capstans and the cargo boats
And stevadores are gone
To where all the old ships go
But memories just like the seas live onThat was when coal was king,
The river a living thing
And I was just a boy, but it was mine,
The coaly tyneThis was a big river,
I want you all to know that I was proud
This was a big river, but that was long ago,
That’s not now, that’s not nowMy fther was a working man,
He earned our living with his hands
He had to cross the river every day
He picked up a union card out of the neptune yard
Mouths to feed and the bills to pay
Then came a time for him to sail across the sea
And far away
Finally when the war was won
You brought him home and home he stayedAnd when his days were done, under a golden sun
You carried him to where he longed to be,
Back to the seaThis was a big river,
I want you all to know that I was proud
This was a big river, but that was long ago,
That’s not nowThe neptune was the last to go,
I heard it on my radio
And then they played the latest number one
But what do they do all day?
And what are they supposed to say?
What does a father tell his son?
If you you believed that there’s a bond between our future
And our past
Then try to hold on to what we had,
We build them strong, we built to last’cause this is a mighty town,
It’s built upon solid ground
And everything they tried so hard to kill,
We will rebuildThis was a big river
I want you all to know that I was proud
This was a big river, but that was long ago,
That’s not now
This is a big river,
And in my heart I know it will rise again
The river will rise again30 April, 2006 at 6:34 pm #139148Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
‘Cause I saw the end before we’d begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what’s mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won’t stop there,
I am here for you if you’d only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I’ve kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I’ve been addicted to you.Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can’t break my spirit – it’s my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I’ve seen you cry, I’ve seen you smile.
I’ve watched you sleeping for a while.
I’d be the father of your child.
I’d spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We’ve had our doubts but now we’re fine,
And I love you, I swear that’s true.
I cannot live without you.Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I’m asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I’m kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I’m so hollow, baby, I’m so hollow.
I’m so, I’m so, I’m so hollow30 April, 2006 at 10:03 pm #139149From this moment on I know
Exactly where my life will go…I’ll drop something on my big toe
on which a nasty spot will grow
Out of it some puss will flow
I must remove it, oh such woe
Is this my end? or will it show
to be a sign that I must throw
some light upon my past oh no!
I’ve really been a Sloppy Joe
it serves me right… “quid pro quo”1 May, 2006 at 7:12 pm #139150Masters Of War
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masksYou that never done nothin’
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets flyLike Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drainYou fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mudYou’ve thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain’t worth the blood
That runs in your veinsHow much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I’m young
You might say I’m unlearned
But there’s one thing I know
Though I’m younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you doLet me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soulAnd I hope that you die
And your death’ll come soon
I will follow your casket
By the pale afternoon
And I’ll watch while you’re lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I’ll stand over your grave
‘Til I’m sure that you’re deadBob Dylan
1 May, 2006 at 7:21 pm #139151:?
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