This Too Shall Pass ~OK Go~ You know you can’t keep letting it get you down And you can’t keep dragging that dead weight around. If there ain’t all that much to love around, Better run like hell when you hit the ground. When the morning comes. When the morning comes. You can’t stop these kids from dancing. Why would you want to? Especially when your already getting yours. ‘Cause if your mind don’t move and your knees don’t bend, well don’t start blaming the kids again. When the morning comes. When the morning comes. When the morning comes. When the morning comes. When the morning comes. When the morning comes. Let it go, this too shall pass. Let it go, this too shall pass. You know you can’t keep letting it get you down. No, you can’t keep letting it get you down. You know you can’t keep letting it get you down. No, you can’t keep letting it get you down. You know you can’t keep letting it get you down. No, you can’t keep letting it get you down. When the morning comes. When the morning comes. When the morning comes. When the morning comes. When the morning comes!
But don’t talk about revolution, that’s going a little bit too far Love Me, I’m a Liberal ~Phil Ochs~ I cried when they shot Medgar Evers Tears ran down my spine I cried when they shot Mr. Kennedy As though I’d lost a father of mine But Malcolm X got what was coming He got what he asked for this time So love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal I go to civil rights rallies And I put down the old D.A.R. I love Harry and Sidney and Sammy I hope every colored boy becomes a star But don’t talk about revolution That’s going a little bit too far So love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal I cheered when Humphrey was chosen My faith in the system restored I’m glad the commies were thrown out of the A.F.L. C.I.O. board I love Puerto Ricans and Negros as long as they don’t move next door So love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal The people of old Mississippi Should all hang their heads in shame I can’t understand how their minds work What’s the matter don’t they watch Les Crain? But if you ask me to bus my children I hope the cops take down your name So love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal I read New republic and Nation I’ve learned to take every view You know, I’ve memorized Lerner and Golden I feel like I’m almost a Jew But when it comes to times like Korea There’s no one more red, white and blue So love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal I vote for the democratic party They want the U.N. to be strong I go to all the Pete Seeger concerts He sure gets me singing those songs I’ll send all the money you ask for But don’t ask me to come on along So love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal Once I was young and impulsive I wore every conceivable pin Even went to the socialist meetings Learned all the old union hymns But I’ve grown older and wiser And that’s why I’m turning you in So love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal
Light from the lighthouse ~Pete Coe~ When the daylight fades and the shadows fall Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me And the weather watch spies an incoming squall Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me And the sun sinks down into a troubled sea Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me And the night winds blow and the rain falls free Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me Shine on me, shine on me Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me Shine on me, shine on me Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me And when the clouds boil black and the wind will wail Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me And you’re caught in the teeth of a terrible gale Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me And your sailor’s heart is filled with fear Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me And the sound of the surf on the rocks is near Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me. Shine on me, shine on me Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me Shine on me, shine on me Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me And when the wind drops down and the sea is becalmed Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me And the fog is thickest before the dawn And the light from the lighthouse shine on me And the new sun burns that fog away Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me From the darkest night comes the brightest day Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me Shine on me, shine on me Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me Shine on me, shine on me Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me When you’re safe back home in harbour again Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me You can thank the keeper, you can thank the flame Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me Shine on me, shine on me Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me Shine on me, shine on me Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me
When she smiles it’s generous So ring that victory bell You don’t always have to be on top I had this wall and what I knew of the free world was that I could see their fireworks Just fell from his heart as a song
My new number one ~Beans on Toast~She’s beautiful, she’s intelligent, She’s sexy and she’s fun, She’s confident and clever, She’s my new number oneWhen she smiles it’s generous, Oh, she’s a winner She’s always up for dancing, and she likes drinking tequila She’s adventurous and daring, and fun to be around She somehow reaches up so far with both feet on the groundShe like reggae music and face painting Climbing to the roofs of abandoned buildings From a tiny little valentines card, to the morning with a lollipop lady A quick kiss on the escalator with the prettiest girl at the party I hope she’s got her socks on, the one she pulls to her knees I can’t wait till I get home, and I’m going to see Lizzie B. She got my favourite CD as a present for me before it even came out We had pork chops for dinner, she made breakfast as well Well, I get along with all her friends, mine think she’s great I took her to meet my parents on Sunday night And now I trust her with the passwords and keys to the house The home is where the heart is and nobody elseShe like reggae music and face painting Climbing to the roofs of abandoned buildings From a tiny little valentines card, to the morning with a lollipop lady A quick kiss on the escalator with the prettiest girl at the party I hope she’s got her socks on, the one she pulls to her knees I can’t wait till I get home, and I’m going to see Lizzie B. Glory Hallelujah ~Frank Turner~Brothers and sisters, have you heard the news? The storm has lifted and there’s nothing to lose, So swap your confirmation for your dancing shoes, Because there never was no god. Step out of the darkness and onto the streets, Forget about the fast, let’s have a carnival feast, Raise up your lowered head to hear the liberation beat, Because there never was no god.There is no god, So clap your hands together, There is no god, No heaven and no hell. There is no god,Brothers and sisters, have you heard the news? The storm has lifted and there’s nothing to lose, So swap your confirmation for your dancing shoes, Because there never was no god. Step out of the darkness and onto the streets, Forget about the fast, let’s have a carnival feast, Raise up your lowered head to hear the liberation beat, Because there never was no god. We’re all in this together, There is no god, So ring that victory bell.No cowering in the dark before some overbearing priests, Not waiting until we die until we restitute the meek, No blaming all our failings on imaginary beasts, Because there never was no god. No fighting over land your distant fathers told you of, No spilling blood for those who have never spread a drop of blood, No finger pointing justified by fairies up above, Because there never was no god. There is no god, So clap your hands together, There is no god, No heaven and no hell. There is no god, We’re all in this together, There is no god, So ring that victory bell.And I know you’re scared of dying man and I am too, But just pretending it’s not happening isn’t gonna see us through, So just accept that there’s an end game and we haven’t got much time, And then in the here and now we can try and do things right. Forget about the crazy things that people have believed, And think of wondrous things that normal people have achieved, ‘Cos I’ve known beauty in the stillness of cathedrals in the day, I sang Glory Hallelujah! Won’t you wash my sins away? But now I’m singing my refrain and this is what I say, I say there never was no god.There is no god, So clap your hands together, There is no god, No heaven and no hell. There is no god, We’re all in this together, There is no god, So ring that victory bell.There is no god, So clap your hands together, There is no god, No heaven and no hell. There is no god, We’re all in this together, There is no god, So ring that victory bell. I Am Not A Robot ~Marina And The Diamonds~You’ve been acting awful tough lately Smoking a lot of cigarettes lately But inside, you’re just a little baby It’s okay to say you’ve got a weak spot You don’t always have to be on top Better to be hated than love, love, loved for what you’re notYou’re vulnerable, you’re vulnerable You are not a robot You’re loveable, so loveable But you’re just troubledGuess what? I’m not a robot, a robot Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robotYou’ve been hanging with the unloved kids Who you never really liked and you never trusted But you are so magnetic, you pick up all the pins Never committing to anything You don’t pick up the phone when it ring, ring, rings Don’t be so pathetic, just open up and singI’m vulnerable, I’m vulnerable I am not a robot You’re loveable, so loveable But you’re just troubledGuess what? I’m not a robot, a robot Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robotCan you teach me how to feel real? Can you turn my power on? Well, let the drum beat dropGuess what? I’m not a robot Guess what? I’m not a robotGuess what? I’m not a robot, a robot Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot What do you hear in these sounds? ~Dar Williams~I don’t go to therapy to find out if I’m a freak I go and I find the one and only answer every week And it’s just me and all the memories to follow Down any course that fits within a fifty minute hour And we fathom all the mysteries, explicit and inherent When I hit a rut, she says to try the other parent And she’s so kind, I think she wants to tell me something, But she knows that its much better if I get it for myself… And she saysOooooooh, aaaaaaah, What do you hear in these sounds? And… Oooooooh, aaaaaaah What do you hear in these sounds?I say I hear a doubt, with the voice of true believing And the promises to stay, and the footsteps that are leaving And she says “Oh”, I say “What?”…she says “Exactly”, I say”What, you think I’m angry Does that mean you think I’m angry?” She says “Look, you come here every week With jigsaw pieces of your past Its all on little soundbytes and voices out of photographs And that’s all yours, that’s the guide, that’s the map So tell me, where does the arrow point to? Who invented roses?” and…….Oooooooh, aaaaaaah, What do you hear in these sounds? And… Oooooooh, aaaaaaah What do you hear in these sounds?And when I talk about therapy, I know what people think That it only makes you selfish and in love with your shrink But Oh how I loved everybody else When I finally got to talk so much about myself………… And I wake up and I ask myself what state I’m in And I say well I’m lucky, cause I am like East Berlin I had this wall and what I knew of the free world Was that I could see their fireworks And I could hear their radio And I thought that if we met, I would only start confessing And they’d know that I was scared They’d would know that I was guessing But the wall came down and there they stood before me With their stumbling and their mumbling And their calling out just like me…and…Oooooooh, aaaaaaah, The stories that nobody hears…and…Aaaaaah, aaaaaaah, and I collect these sounds in my ears…and Oooooooh,aaaaaaah, that’s what I hear in these sounds…and…Oooooooh,aaaaaaah, that’s what I hear in these…… that’s what I hear in these sounds. No Telling ~Linda Thompson~ He came in the ballroom, just a crazy old man. His eyes seemed to glaze in the light. Just some old hawker, to judge by his rags, Come in from the cold of the night. The whole room was dancing, they paid him no mind As he slipped (stepped?) to the bar and said, “Please be so kind.” And the music kept ringing in the back of his mind. No telling what a love song will do.As the queen of the ballroom sang a favourite song, He stood with his glass in his hand. He was weary of living the days of his life And tonight was the last he could stand. He shut out the future, he shut out the past, And even the present was running out fast. The queen of the ballroom said, “Make this the last.” No telling what a love song will do.As she started to sing for the very last time, He trembled as he stood there alone. And the pain he’d been holding inside for so long Just fell from his heart as a song with every last tear. And he cried from relief and he cried half from fear. No telling what a love song will do.Oh, the queen of the ballroom still glitters and shines Each night at the Old Timers???? And maybe it’s something they put in the wine, Her beauty refuses to fade. “I think she got married to a stranger”, they say, “Just a crazy old man who came passing one day.” And the whole town still dances and the music still plays. No telling what a love song will do. No telling what a love song will do.
It’s the season of grace coming out of the void Enjoy what the day brings despite stories of kings But I quite like the songs The Atheist Christmas Carol ~Vienna Teng~ It’s the season of grace coming out of the void Where a man is saved by a voice in the distance It’s the season of possible miracle cures Where hope is currency and death is not the last unknown Where time begins to fade And age is welcome home It’s the season of eyes meeting over the noise And holding fast with sharp realization It’s the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention You are safe here you know now Don’t forget Don’t forget I love I love I love you It’s the season of scars and of wounds in the heart Of feeling the full weight of our burdens It’s the season of bowing our heads in the wind And knowing we are not alone in fear Not alone in the dark Don’t forget Don’t forget I love I love I love you I Don’t Believe In Christmas ~George Hrab~ Every time this time of year I weigh the way we spread good cheer And wonder if it matters one bit Why we’re nicer? My advice, sir: Enjoy what the day brings despite stories of kings Relish the things that you give and are given Every time this time of year I explain in ways plain and clear To my relief I have no belief In the reason for the season But I’m one who defends if these means to these ends Result in smiling friends, who once were strangers Where’s the danger? I don’t believe in Christmas But I love it anyway Every time this time of year I voice a voice some don’t hold dear And proudly shout despite my doubt “Seasons greetings” at family meetings And I still can enjoy like when I was a boy Unwrapping every toy that I get, and each one I’m giving This is living I don’t believe in Christmas But I love it anyway The best of intentions never equal the gifts that you got with a season so perfect I’ll forgive that its reason is not Every time this time of year I love the love both far and near And wonder if it matters one bit Why we’re nice White Wine in the Sun ~Tim Minchin~ I really like Christmas It’s sentimental, I know, but I just really like it I am hardly religious I’d rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond Tutu, to be honest And yes, I have all of the usual objections To consumerism, the commercialisation of an ancient religion To the westernisation of a dead Palestinian Press-ganged into selling Playstations and beer But I still really like it I’m looking forward to Christmas Though I’m not expecting a visit from Jesus I’ll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun I’ll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun I don’t go in for ancient wisdom I don’t believe just ‘cos ideas are tenacious it means they are worthy I get freaked out by churches Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords but the lyrics are spooky And yes I have all of the usual objections To the miseducation of children who, in tax-exempt institutions, Are taught to externalise blame And to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right and wrong But I quite like the songs I’m not expecting big presents The old combination of socks, jocks and chocolate is just fine by me Cos I’ll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun I’ll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun And you, my baby girl My jetlagged infant daughter You’ll be handed round the room Like a puppy at a primary school And you won’t understand But you will learn someday That wherever you are and whatever you face These are the people who’ll make you feel safe in this world My sweet blue-eyed girl And if, my baby girl When you’re twenty-one or thirty-one And Christmas comes around And you find yourself nine thousand miles from home You’ll know what ever comes Your brother and sisters and me and your Mum Will be waiting for you in the sun Whenever you come Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles Your grandparents, cousins and me and your mum We’ll be waiting for you in the sun Drinking white wine in the sun Darling, when Christmas comes We’ll be waiting for you in the sun Drinking white wine in the sun Waiting for you in the sun Waiting for you… Waiting… I really like Christmas It’s sentimental, I know…
Well I love you so dearly I love you so clearly When she smiles it’s generous My new number one ~Beans on Toast~ She’s beautiful, she’s intelligent, She’s sexy and she’s fun, She’s confident and clever, She’s my new number one When she smiles it’s generous, Oh, she’s a winner She’s always up for dancing, and she likes drinking tequila She’s adventurous and daring, and fun to be around She somehow reaches up so far with both feet on the ground She like reggae music and face painting Climbing to the roofs of abandoned buildings From a tiny little valentines card, to the morning with a lollipop lady A quick kiss on the escalator with the prettiest girl at the party I hope she’s got her socks on, the one she pulls to her knees I can’t wait till I get home, and I’m going to see Lizzie B. She got my favourite CD as a present for me before it even came out We had pork chops for dinner, she made breakfast as well Well, I get along with all her friends, mine think she’s great I took her to meet my parents on Sunday night And now I trust her with the passwords and keys to the house The home is where the heart is and nobody else She like reggae music and face painting Climbing to the roofs of abandoned buildings From a tiny little valentines card, to the morning with a lollipop lady A quick kiss on the escalator with the prettiest girl at the party I hope she’s got her socks on, the one she pulls to her knees I can’t wait till I get home, and I’m going to see Lizzie B. Littlest Birds ~The Be Good Tanyas~ Well I feel like an old hobo, I’m sad lonesome and blue, I was fair as the summer day now the summer days are through. You pass through places and places pass through you, But you carry ‘em with you on the soles of your travellin’ shoes. Well I love you so dearly I love you so clearly I wake you up in the mornin’ so early, Just to tell you I got the wanderin’ blues. I got the wanderin’ blues, And I’m gonna quit these ramblin’ ways one of these days soon, And I’ll sing : The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs. The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs. The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs. The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs. Well it’s times like these I feel so small and wild Like the ramblin’ footsteps of a wanderin’ child. And I’m lonesome as a lonesome whippoorwill, Singin these blues with a warble and a trill. But I’m not too blue to fly, No I’m not too blue to fly ‘cause The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs. The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs. The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs. The littlest birds sing the prettiest song Well I love you so dearly I love you so fearlessly, I wake you up in the mornin’ so early Just to tell you I got the wanderin’ blues. I got the wanderin’ blues, And I don’t wanna leave you I love you through and through. Oh I left my baby on a pretty blue train, And I sang my songs to the cold and the rain. But I had the wanderin’ blues, And I sang those wanderin’ blues. And I’m gonna quit these ramblin’ ways one of these days soon, And I’ll sing : The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs. The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs. The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs. The littlest birds sing the prettiest song
Don’t Stop Me Now ~Queen~Tonight I’m gonna have myself a real good time I feel alive And the world, I’ll turn it inside out yeah I’m floating around in ecstasy So don’t stop me now Don’t stop me ‘cause I’m having a good time Having a good time I’m a shooting star leaping through the sky Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity I’m a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva I’m gonna go go go there’s no stopping me I’m burning through the sky yea Two hundred degrees that’s why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit I’m travelling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic man out of youDon’t stop me now I’m having such a good time I’m having a ball Don’t stop me now If you wanna have a good time Just give me a call Don’t stop me now ‘cause I’m having a good time Don’t stop me now Yes I’m having a good time I don’t wanna stop at all I’m a rocket ship on my way to Mars On a collision course I am a satellite I’m out of control I’m a sex machine ready to reload Like an atom bomb about to oh oh oh oh oh explode! I’m burning through the sky yeah Two hundred degrees that’s why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit I’m travelling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic woman of youDon’t stop me don’t stop me, don’t stop me hey hey hey! Don’t stop me don’t stop me ooh ooh ooh I like it Don’t stop me don’t stop me Have a good time good time Don’t stop me don’t stop me ohhhhhhh!ohhhhhhh Burning through the sky yeah Two hundred degrees that’s why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit I’m travelling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic man out of youDon’t stop me now I’m having such a good time I’m having a ball Don’t stop me now If you wanna have a good time Just give me a call Don’t stop me now ‘cause I’m having a good time Don’t stop me now Yes I’m having a good time I don’t wanna stop at all Da da da da daaaa da da da Ha da da ha ha ha ha Ha da da da da I want to break free ~Queen~I want to break free I want to break free I want to break free from your lies You’re so self satisfied, I don’t need you I’ve got to break free God knows, God knows I want to break freeI’ve fallen in love I’ve fallen in love for the first time And this time I know it’s for real I’ve fallen in love yea God knows, God knows I’ve fallen in loveIt’s strange but it’s true, hey yea I can’t get over the way you like me like you do But I have to be sure When I walk out that doorOh how I want to be free baby Oh how I want to be free Oh how I want to break freeBut life still goes on I can’t get used to livin’ without livin’ without Livin’ without you by my side I don’t want to live alone, hey God knows, got to make it on my ownSo baby can’t you see I’ve got to break free I’ve got to break free I want to break free, yeaI want, I want, I want I want to break free
The Parasite (For Buffy) ~Eugene McDaniels~ They landed at Plymouth with a smile on their face, they said “We’re your brothers from a far away place.” The Indians greeted them with wide open arms, too simple minded and trusting to see through the charms. Ex-hoodlums and jail birds with backgrounds of crime, they had a chance to breathe freely for the very first time, to drink cool clear water from clean mountain streams, when taken for granted it’s not what it seems. They landed at Plymouth with a smile on their face, they said “We’re your brothers, from a far away place.” I know the Indians greeted them with wide open arms, too simple minded to see through the charms. Slowly but surely in came the forked the tongue, to trick those who trusted, humiliate the young, they said “Indians are different, they got to stay in their place, not pure and holy, an inferior race.” They landed at Plymouth with a smile on their face they said “We’re your brothers from a far away place.” I know the Indians greeted them with wide open arms, too simple minded and trusting to see through the charms. In came the religions, the liquor, and the guns, they claimed to be good guys, yeah but they acted like huns, creating chaos, spreading disease, as agents of god, they did damn well what they please. They landed at Plymouth with a smile on their face, they said “We’re your brothers from a far away place.” The Indians greeted them with wide open arms, too simple minded to see through the charms. Polluting the water. god damn, defiling the air. rewriting the standards of what’s good, and fair promote law and order yeah, just let justice go to hell, if the laws hard to swallow use the old wishing well. They landed at Plymouth with a smile on their face, they said “We’re your brothers from a far away place.” The Indians greeted them with wide open arms, too simple minded to see through the charms. Now the suns slowly setting yes and the Indians are few, they’ve been murdered and pillaged, my god, what they’ve been through, stranded on deserts where it’s barren and dry, with bad air and foul water, yeah, they exist til they die. They landed at Plymouth with a smile on their face, they said “We’re your brothers from a far away place.” The Indians greeted them with wide open arms… (screams of terror…) More about Eugene McDaniels here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gene_McDaniels
