.
I never knew a man
could tell so many lies
He had a different story
for every set of eyes.
How can he remember
who he's talkin' to?
'Cause I know it ain't me,
and I hope it isn't you.
-Neil Young
.
I never knew a man
could tell so many lies
He had a different story
for every set of eyes.
How can he remember
who he's talkin' to?
'Cause I know it ain't me,
and I hope it isn't you.
-Neil Young
Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams
Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
And laugh
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
If no one sets the rules
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams
Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
And laugh
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Crying
Crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Written by Greg Lake, Ian Mcdonald, M
"Strange Days"
Strange days have found us
Strange days have tracked us down
They're going to destroy
Our casual joys
We shall go on playing
Or find a new town
Yeah!
Strange eyes fill strange rooms
Voices will signal their tired end
The hostess is grinning
Her guests sleep from sinning
Hear me talk of sin
And you know this is it
Yeah!
Strange days have found us
And through their strange hours
We linger alone
Bodies confused
Memories misused
As we run from the day
To a strange night of stone
Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles
I believe the lyrics for "Epitaph" were written by Pete Sinfield.
People movin' out, people movin' in.
Why, because of the color of their skin.
Run, run, run, but you sho' can't hide
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
Vote for me and I'll set you free
Rap on, brother, rap on.
Well, the only person talkin' 'bout love thy brother is the preacher
And it seems nobody's interested in learning but the teacher
Segregation, determination, demonstration, integration, aggravation,
humiliation, obligation to our nation
Ball Of Confusion that's what the world is today (yeah, yeah)
The sale of pills is at an all time high
young folks walkin' 'round with their heads in the sky
Cities aflame in the summer time, and oh the beat goes on
Eve of destruction, tax deduction,
City inspectors, bill collectors,
Evolution, revolution, gun control, the sound of soul,
Shootin' rockets to the moon, kids growin' up too soon
Politicians say more taxes will solve ev'rything, and the band played on.
Round and round and around we go, where the world's headed nobody knows.
Great googa mooga, can't you hear me talkin' to you, just a
Ball of Confusion that's what the world is today. (yeah, yeah)
Fear in the air, tension ev'rywhere
Unemployment rising fast, the Beatle's new record's a gas,
and the only safe place to live is on an Indian reservation,
and the band played on
Eve of destruction, tax deduction,
City inspectors, bill collectors, mod clothes in demand,
population out of hand, suicide too many bills, hippies movin' to the hills
People all over the world are shouting end the war and the band played on.
Round and round and around we go, where the world's headed nobody knows.
Great googa mooga, can't you hear me talkin' to you, just a
Ball of Confusion that's what the world is today
Let me hear you, let me hear you, let me hear you
Ball Of Confusion that's what the world is today
Songwriters: Norman Whitfield / Barrett Strong
Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles
Awake and arise, O ye slumbering nations!
The heavens have opened their portals again.
The last and the greatest of all dispensations
Has burst like a dawn o’er the children of men!
The dream of the poet, the crown of the ages,
The time which the prophets of Israel foretold,
That glorious day only dreamed by the sages
Is yours, O ye slumbering nations; behold!
Oh, lift up your voices in song and in story.
Let banners of peace in all lands be unfurled,
For truth, heaven-born, in its beauty and glory
Is marching triumphantly over the world.
Theodore E Curtis
Barry.
If we knew what the hell we were doing, we wouldn't call it research would we.
[Just found out I might be a Grandpa in <1yr!]
”Twenty Twenty Twenty Four hours to go oh oh...”
Dee Dee Ramone / Douglas Colvin / Jeffrey Hyman / Joey Ramone / John (ramone) Cummings / Johnny Ramone
CongratsOriginally Posted by grumpy
Became a great-grandpa some time ago. 10 or so years to go to for great,great,great
Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles
That would make for quite a photo op! I’m rooting for ya!
Then as it was, then again it will be
And though the course may change sometimes
Rivers always reach the sea
Blind stars of fortune, each have several rays
On the wings of maybe, down in birds of prey
Kind of makes me feel sometimes, didn't have to grow
But as the eagle leaves the nest, it's got so far to go
great,great on my dotters sideThat would make for quite a photo op! I’m rooting for ya!
normal ol' gramps on son's.
she's 11 years older , and started sooner.
Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles
re: Richard Milhous Nixon
"Why don't you Mine your own Bismuth, so you won't be mining mine?"
Neil Young, Mideast Vacation Album: Life Released: July 6, 1987
I used to watch Highway Patrol, whittling with my knife
But the thought never struck me I'd be black and white for life
I was raised on law and order in a community of strife
Became a restless boarder and I never took a wife
I went looking for Khadafi aboard Air Force One
But I never did find him, and the CIA said "Son"
You'll never be a hero, your flying days are done
It's time for you to go home now, quit sniffing that smoking gun
I was travelling with my family in the Mideast late one night
In the hotel all was quiet, the kids were out like little lights
Then the streets were filled with jeeps, there was an explosion to the right
They shouted "Death to America", I was feelin' like a fight
So I ran down the stairs, and out into the street
Someone kicked me in the belly, someone else kissed my feet
I was Rambo in the disco, I was shootin' to the beat
When the burned me in effigy, my vacation was complete
"Why don't you Mine your own Bismuth, so you won't be mining mine?"
Another Brick in the Wall Lyrics - Part 2
(Waters)
We don't need no education
We dont need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
"Wrong, Do it again!"
"If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding. How can you
have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?"
this could easily be modded for today's political situation.
Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles
I can't seem to find the right lie
I can't seem to find the right lie
Insanity's horse
Adorns the sky
Can't seem to find the right lie
Carnival dogs
Consume the lines
Can't see your face
In my mind
dedicated to the daily news cycle.
Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles
My makeup is dry and it cracks 'round my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
The lion tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore
The lions won't bite and the tigers won't roar
So let's go and drink to the death of a clown
Won't someone help me to break up this crown?
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs fortunes told anymore
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
And frantically looking for runaway fleas
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
So won't someone help me to break up this crown?
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
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