Why Do You Let Me Stay Here?

by Zooey Deschanel

Why do you let me stay here
All by myself?
Why don't you come and play here?
I'm just sitting on the shelf

Why don't you sit right down and stay a while?
We like the same things, and I like your style
It's not a secret
Why do you keep it?
I'm just sitting on the shelf

I've gotta get your presence
Let's make it known
I think you're just so pleasant
I would like you for my own

Why don't you sit right down and make me smile?
You make me feel like I am just a child
Why do you edit?
Just give me credit
I'm just sitting on the shelf

The Village Green Preservation Society

by Ray Davies

We are the Village Green Preservation Society
God save Donald Duck, vaudeville, and variety
We are the Desperate Dan Appreciation Society
God save strawberry jam and all the different varieties

Preserving the old ways from being abused
Protecting the new ways for me and for you
What more can we do?

We are the Draught Beer Preservation Society
God save Mrs. Mopps and good Old Mother Riley
We are the Custard Pie Appreciation Consortium
God save the George Cross and all those who were awarded them

We are the Sherlock Holmes English-Speaking Vernacular
Help save Fu Manchu, Moriarty, and Dracula
We are the Office Block Persecution Affinity
God save little shops, china cups, and virginity

We are the Skyscraper Condemnation Affiliates
God save Tudor houses, antique tables, and billiards

Preserving the old ways from being abused
Protecting the new ways for me and for you
What more can we do?

Cowgirl in the Sand

by Neil Young

Hello cowgirl in the sand
Is this place at your command?
Can I stay here for a while?
Can I see your sweet, sweet smile?

Hello ruby in the dust
Has your band begun to rust?
After all the sin we've had
I was hoping that we'd turn back

Hello woman of my dreams
Is this not the way it seems?
Purple words on a grey background
To be a woman and to be turned down

Old enough now to change your name
When so many love you, is it the same?
It's the woman in you
That makes you want to play this game

Going Underground

by Paul Weller

Some people might say my life is in a rut
But I'm quite happy with what I got
People might say that I should strive for more
But I'm so happy I can't see the point

Something's happening here today
A show of strength with your boy's brigade
And I'm so happy, and you're so kind
You want more money, of course I don't mind
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes
And the public gets what the public wants
But I want nothing this society's got

I'm going underground
Well let the brass bands play
And feet start to pound
Going underground
Well let the boys all sing
And let the boys all shout for tomorrow

Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
Me, I've enough already on my plate
People might need some tension to relax
Me, I'm too busy dodging between the flak

What you see is what you get
You've made your bed, you better lie in it
You choose your leaders and place your trust
As their lies wash you down and their promises rust
You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns
And the public wants what the public gets
But I don't get what this society wants

I'm going underground
Well let the brass bands play
And feet start to pound
Going underground
So let the boys all sing
And let the boys all shout for tomorrow

We talk and we talk until my head explodes
I turn on the news, and my body froze
The braying sheep on my TV screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!

Going underground

Plans

by J Mascis

Well I followed you at times
Things that touched me slipped my mind
If you'll help me then I'll try
Then I'll believe it

I need time, could you explain?
I've been caught up in my pain
And it's really not the same
You can see it

I got nothing left to be
Do you have some plans for me?
I got nothing left to be
Do you have some plans for me?

I can't filter what I've lost
See my face and see the cost
All the good that just got tossed
And I keep kneeling

And I don't know what to bring
I get pissed at everything
I need you to see me sing
Keep me believing

I got nothing left to be
Do you have some plans for me?
I got nothing left to be
Do you have some plans for me?

I know you do, I know you do
I know you do, Lord
I know you do, I know you do
I know you do, Lord

Now I know you came
Now I know you know my name
Don't let me be the same

Well I followed you for years
I got pain, and I got fears
Then there's moments when it clears
And I've been waiting

Once in a Lifetime

by David Byrne

And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself, 'Well, how did I get here?'

Letting the days go by
Let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by
Water flowing underground
Into the blue again
After the money's gone
Once in a lifetime
Water flowing underground

And you may ask yourself, 'How do I work this?'
And you may ask yourself, 'Where is that large automobile?'
And you may tell yourself, 'This is not my beautiful house'
And you may tell yourself, 'This is not my beautiful wife'

Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was

Water dissolving and water removed
There is water at the bottom of the ocean
Under the water, carry the water
Removed water

You may ask yourself, 'What is that beautiful house?'
You may ask yourself, 'Where does that highway go to?'
And you may ask yourself, 'Am I right? Am I wrong?'
And you may say to yourself, 'My God, what have I done?'

Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Look where my hand was
Time isn't holding up
Time isn't after us
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was

After the rain holds up
Same as it ever was
Then a twister comes
Here comes the twister
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was