1. |
His Sound
03:50
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His Sound
There once was a man named Audible Stan
And he covered a lot of ground
All the same he felt very ashamed
He didn’t like his sound
Stan got flash and here come the cash
Now they called him Volume Spike
But Spike or Stan he was still a sad man
His sound he didn’t like
His sound, he didn’t like it
His sound, he didn’t like it at all
His sound, he didn’t like it
His sound, he thought it was poor
Audible Stan was known through the land
As a man in irons bound
People said, Spike, you can do what you like
But we wish you liked your sound
Year after year it offended his ear
Till Stan was poised to strike
He sounded like himself and nobody else
And that sound, he didn’t like
His sound, he didn’t like it . . .
And then one day I’m happy to say
We prayed with old Stan and he found,
After ninety years and a river of tears,
He finally likes his sound
His sound, he likes it
His sound, he likes it a lot
His sound, he likes it
His sound, he likes it at last
He’s sounding good at last
Never too late to get past your past
He’s sounding fine but then he always did
He says, I like my sound cause my sound is mine
My sound is mine
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2. |
Julianne Moore
02:49
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Julianne Moore
Every movie starring Julianne Moore
Takes place in another world
It’s a world without a famous actress
Named Julianne Moore
Yes it’s a world without Julianne Moore
Because . . .
In the movie there’s a person who
Looks exactly like Julianne Moore
That’s because the character is played
By Julianne Moore
So it has to be a world without Julianne Moore
Because . . .
If Julianne Moore existed in the world of the movie
Everyone would see the female character and say
My God, you look like Julianne Moore
Excuse me, are you Julianne Moore?
We couldn’t get on with the movie
All the other characters would be much too busy
Going, Hey look, it’s Julianne Moore
You’re not? But that’s so weird
You look exactly like Julianne Moore
Come on, you’re really Julianne Moore
So this is why . . .
Any movie starring Julianne Moore
Takes place in an alternate world
Exactly like ours, but with one exception:
No Julianne Moore
It's a world without Julianne Moore
A world without Julianne Moore
And you can multiply this to include
Include ensemble dramas where the cast
Are all very well known
So it’s a very different world
A world without Alan Alda
A world without Halle Berry
A world without Greta Gerwig
And a world without Julianne Moore
We couldn’t get on with the movie . . .
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3. |
The Mercy Beat
02:58
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The Mercy Beat
You’ve tried the rest and you’ve been possessed
Now try the mercy beat
Got your claws in the eyes of the law
You should try the mercy beat
The mercy beat, it’s rocking steady now
The mercy beat, you’re getting ready now
Tired of being judge and jury
When all else fails, you will surely
Try the mercy beat
Changing places and losing face
Never felt so sweet
Everyone you meet will be tapping their feet
When you try the mercy beat
The mercy beat, it’s rocking steady now
The mercy beat, it’s where you’re heading now
Consequences last forever
Or maybe not – did you ever
Try the mercy beat?
I’m not talking about Liverpool
It’s not something you can ferry across
This river is gentle now but I’ve seen it tempest-tossed
I tried my best and it just got worse
Till I tried the mercy beat
My hair was on fire, I had five flat tires
Till I tried the mercy beat
So tired of being judge and jury
When you’re in jail, you will surely
Try the mercy beat
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4. |
History Lesson
03:22
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History Lesson
Naturally you would like to know
The story of my past affairs
The long and short and the good and bad
The fun and misery I had
Naturally you’re a bit concerned
For your own sake as we start this dance
You might expect all the patterns to
Recur, and well, they sometimes do
I’ll do my best to give nothing away
While giving you all the details
You’re nodding and smiling but I’m keeping you guessing
Well that is my job, this is your history lesson
Okay, let’s go back in time
To my first love, and I’ll make it quick
The fighting almost made me sick
I thought we fit but we didn’t click
The following ones, they were much the same
We couldn’t seem to get along
I felt the feelings that lovers do
And now I’m feeling them for you
I want you to know everything about me
And nothing that I don’t know
I’m talking and talking but I’m leaving you guessing
Well leave it to me, this is your history lesson
History’s written by the winners, you know
Is it the leaf or the worm that is turning?
I told you the facts, oh yes I told you the truth
The lesson remains for the learning
Is it really unreasonable
To expect your love to make you glad
To pick you up when you’re on the ground
But over and over I was let down
Is it really a lot to ask
To be let off this tender hook?
Condemned to repeat the same mistake
And repetition makes the heart ache
But never mind, I’m over that now
You can ask me anything
You can ask me anything
I gave you the answer, why are you still guessing
And that is the end of your history lesson
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5. |
Boyfriend Girlfriend
02:09
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Boyfriend Girlfriend
Boyfriend Denny’s got a big nose
But I don’t care cos when he takes off his clothes
Well I know, yes I know
I know it all, I’m like a cannonball for you
I fall into the ocean
I steer my love by the stars above, it’s true
I wonder where I’m going
Ooo, boyfriend Denny
Girlfriend Jenny’s got a big mouth
But I don’t mind what she’s talking about
Cos I know, yes I know
I’m a mourning dove, I’ve got so much love for you
I fly into the window
I’m a spinning top, my love will never stop, it’s true
I know it’s just beginning
Ooo, girlfriend Jenny
I know it all, I’m like a waterfall for you
And now I’m going over
You stole my heart, so I can’t be parted from you
Oh no we’re going nowhere
Ooo, boyfriend Denny, girlfriend Jenny
We’re going nowhere
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Three Friends (World Without End)
Three friends were discussing life
Can people live together and know nothing?
Can people work together and make nothing?
Can they fly around in space and forget to exist?
World without end
The three friends looked at each other
And they burst out laughing – can’t explain it!
Yeah they cracked up laughing – can’t contain it!
They were better friends than ever before
World without end
One friend died on a summer day
The second friend wrote a song in her honor
The third friend played the lute in her honor
They sang:
Hey Sung Hu, where’d you go
Hey Sung Hu, where’d you go
You have gone where you really were
Gone where you really were
And we are here, damn it! We are here!
We are here, damn it! We are here!
Two friends were discussing life
Can people live together and know nothing?
Can people die together and be nothing?
Hey Sung Hu, where’d you go . . .
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7. |
I Was Redacted
03:57
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I Was Redacted
How many words, how many dependent clauses
Does it take till you hear your sentence
Logomachy and grammar, use rhetoric like a hammer
Compassion, well it doesn’t even get a mention
By you I mean me, by me I mean we
But of course no collusion
The delusion of fusion led to multiple contusions
And the final report, it wasn’t short
I was dinged, I was donged
I was matter-of-facted
In the right or dead wrong
I was redacted
What is the difference – eloquence or glibness
Would it matter if I had your confession
Would it matter if you swore it under oath, under penalty
Romance and tyranny – good intentions
You don’t know what’s true, by you I mean you
But of course I don’t either
The transcript ripped from the headlines tripped
The auto-alarm, worked like a charm
I was taxed, anti-vaxxed
Yeah I was kinda distracted
Saddle up and shut down
I was redacted
No one will ever tell you the things I tell you
No one will ever trust you the way I used to
I got named, shamed and blamed
I was caught-in-the-acted
I looked good, they broke bad
I was redacted
And one by one I was deserted
Others loved where I had only flirted
Here to stay when I had long departed
They must have learned their lines by heart
They must have learned their lines by heart
You don’t know what’s true, by you I mean you
But at least I don’t either
You can write it in lightning from the Goddess Almighty
And some poor shnook will ban the book
I was drilled down to the core
I was chain-reacted
Here or there (this and that), either or (tit for tat),
I was redacted
Word by word I was redacted
Yes, word by word I was redacted
Oh God, word by word by word I was redacted
Word by XXXX by word I XXX reXXXted
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8. |
No Žižek!
03:23
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No Žižek!
You can answer every rhetorical question
No, no Žižek
You can say the opposite of what you know
Oh no, no Žižek
Philosophy for the lazy
Lacanian and meta, meta-hazy
Žižek goes where my Rosemary grows
So you better take care
Žižek grows such a very long nose
That he blows with a flair
Not out of despair
Is it failed reflection or reflected failure?
No, no Žižek
No no no no “Big Other” cos you can’t have your mother
No, no Žižek
Philosophy with a gimmick
Psychoanalytic, meta-critic
Amid the sparkle of fool’s gold
You can find a nugget of truth
Just don’t try to measure or polish it
Or ask for proof
When it isn’t wanted
He’s good on Kant
Philosophy for the lazy
Hegelian and meta, meta-hazy
Žižek goes where my Rosemary grows
So you better take care
Žižek grows such a very long nose
That he blows with a flair
Not out of despair
He blows with a flair
With his balls in the air
He blows with a flair
Not out of despair
What the market will bear
At Vanity Fair
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9. |
Year of Glad
03:22
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Year of Glad
Wheelchair assassins
You’ll hear the squeak
Anyone for tennis
Très sympathique
Now I don’t feel so great
Was it something I ate
Dig up my father’s head
Was it something I said
In the year, in the year of Glad
The Entertainment
Won’t let me go
Kill to obtain it
But I’m in the Show
I don’t feel so great
Was it something I ate
Dig up my father’s head
Was it something I said
In the year, in the year of Glad
So call up Johnny Gentle,
Famous Crooner, to vocalize
And halt this continental
Emergency, from Quebec City
To Shiny Prize
So call up Johnny Gentle,
Famous Crooner, to vocalize
And halt this continental
Emergency, from Schenectady
To Shiny Prize
Wheelchair assassins
Get technical
Madame Psychosis
Take off the veil
Now I don’t feel so great
Was it something I ate
I could not get the word out there
I just never quite occurred out there
I can’t communicate
Was it something I ate
Dig up my father’s head
But it’s too late, too late
In the year, in the year of Glad
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10. |
Leader of the Free World
03:02
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Leader of the Free World
She sits in her chair, breathes dead air
While the voices rise and fall
In all likelihood it will do no good
But she said she would
A very long meeting of a very small committee
But someone has to do it, so she’s sitting and sitting
While they talk and talk, she’s looking at the clock
The decision that they take, there’s a difference it might make
Or it might not, but she stays put anyway
She gets it done, she gets it done
The eyes glaze, yet she stays till the setting sun
She gets it done, she gets it done
She’s a leader of the free world, wish I was one
A quick coffee break, she’s almost awake
Let the boredom begin again
The guy on her left sends her a text
That says Shoot Me Now
A very long discussion of a very short subject
But you know how people get when it comes to a budget
So she stays in her chair, she tries to be fair
Someone has to listen and someone has to care
For decorum, or the quorum disappears
She gets it done, she gets it done
The ayes have it, bang the gavel, that was too much fun
She gets it done, she gets it done
She’s a leader of the free world, wish I was one
They get it done, they get it done
The motion passes but her ass is still stuck in that chair
Cos the secretary says he’d like to end with a prayer
And then it’s done, they got it done,
She’s a leader of the free world, wish I was one
A leader of the free world, you could be one
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11. |
Great Big Baggy Monster
02:18
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Great Big Baggy Monster
He’s a great big baggy monster
A great big zig-zaggy shaggy delight
He’s a great big baggy monster
He’s coming for you, I don’t know what you will do
Well-written, not plot-driven
He waxes witty with his web of words
In good standing, a man demanding
The intense attention his invention deserves
In a couple of thousand pages
He’ll work you through the stages
Of grief and doubt, that’s what it’s all about
Like a store of brick and mortar
He’s gonna restore the order
Of the hard hard back, dust jacket attack
He’s a great big baggy monster . . .
Prize-winning, begin at the beginning
And keep on reading till the meaning is clear
It’s worth it, when you unearth it
You’ll be glad you had the baggy monster here
In a couple of thousand pages
He’ll open the verbal cages
And let em out, that’s what it’s all about
In a world without Borders
He’ll restore the moral order
Of the hard hard book, just give it a look
He’s a great big baggy monster
A great big zig-zaggy shaggy delight
He’s a great big baggy monster
He’s coming for you, I don’t know what he will do
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Someone Take This Calvary Away From Me
Someone take this calvary away from me
And give me something else to do
Someone take this calvary away from me
I’ve got to mean more than that to you
Set my goals, set em high
Can I jump higher than pie in the sky
I don’t know why it all goes bad
I don’t like losing and I never have
Someone take this calvary away from me . . .
Mirror mirror over the bar
Jesus Christ I’m a superstar
Gunned the motor on my own power
Hit the wall, a hundred miles an hour
Someone take this calvary away from me
And give me something else to do
Someone take this calvary away from me
I’ve got to mean more than that to you
Someone take the measure of the mess I’m in
And give me twelve more steps that I can take
And while you’re at it, take this calvary away from me
Some Christian needs it more than me
You think the only thing I can pray for is remission
But I’ve come to grieve the thieves on either side
Someone take this calvary away from me
And give me something else to do
Someone take this calvary away from me
I’ve got to mean more than that to you
Someone take the measure of the mess I’m in
And give me twelve apostles I can trust
And while you’re at it, take this calvary away from me
Some Christian needs it more than me
Some Christian needs it more than me
Some Christian needs it more than me
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13. |
Square Feet
03:02
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Square Feet
Oh say what can you see
By the Donald’s surly light
Sixty million conned again
But at least they know they’re white
We have to put our country first
People aren’t all the same
Now I don’t want to tell you twice
Get on back to from where you came
Not enough square feet
Not enough square meals
All out of square deals
This is where square and crooked meet
Never enough
Oh beautiful for spacious sties
And ample waves of pain
I thought I was exceptional
Till the children died in vain
We always put the little ones first
That is just how we roll
And if you’re running out of room
I can easily dig a bigger hole
Not enough square feet . . .
Congratulations, grab your seat
But before the game is through
You’ll look around and suddenly
The refugee is you
Not enough square feet
Not enough square meals
Never was a square deal
This is how square and crooked feel
Never enough
Never enough
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14. |
Lint in the Pocket
03:28
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Lint in the Pocket
A great little teenage combo
That was all they wanted to be
Now it’s thirty years later
And they still can’t cover R & B
They play Knock on Wood too fast
They play Dock of the Bay too slow
The bass player wants to get higher
The drummer, he’s got vertigo
It’s like lint in the pocket
It’s like dust in the groove
If you want to rock it
You gotta improve
Well give em props for trying
Oh the things we do for love
Now their fingers do the walking
While the sweet soul music happens high above
They play Knock on Wood too fast
They play Dock of the Bay too slow
The singer, he’s more lost than found
The guitar player, she doesn’t like her sound
It’s like lint in the pocket
It’s like wax on the tracks
Put the bulb in the socket
Man, try to relax
It’s like lint in the pocket
It’s like dust in the groove
If you want to rock it
You gotta improve
It’s not about the color of their skin, oh no no
It’s more the sort of way they’re listening
It’s not about the times they’re living in, oh no no no
It’s more the sort of way they’re listening
A great little teenage combo
That was all they wanted to be
Now it’s fifty years later
And they still don’t sound like Booker T
It’s like lint in the pocket
It’s like dust in the groove
Get the feel in and lock it
You’re starting to move
It’s like lint in the pocket
It’s like dust in the groove
If you want to rock it
You gotta improve
Knock on Wood too fast
Dock of the Bay too slow . . .
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15. |
Meet Me at the Stadium
04:33
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Meet Me at the Stadium
It’s getting hard again
The bastards are in charge again
But I guess they always were
Managua to Vietnam
Chicago to Notre Dame
Mother Mary’s on the run
There’s got to be someplace
Where the song is not cut down
In broad daylight or in our hearts
It’s holy ground
Meet me at the stadium
The Victor Jara Stadium
Nos vemos en el estadio
El estadio Victor Jara
And wherever you are, come raise a guitar
To the love that never dies
I read the news today
Oh boy – don’t know what to do today
Just to feel I’m not giving in
In another land they will pay some dues
That’s because they are the news
And the body count is high
I want to be someplace
Where the guns are not allowed
Check your weapons at the door
And join the crowd
Meet me at the stadium . . .
It’s built for seven thousand souls
But there’s room for more
And more will take their dying breath
Till we learn what we’re living for
It’s getting late again
We’re waiting at the gate again
But this time we’re going in
Meet me at the stadium
The Victor Jara Stadium
Nos vemos en el estadio
El estadio Victor Jara
And wherever you are, come raise a guitar
To the love that never dies
And I know that day will come
When you meet me at the stadium
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