by Frank Zappa
Mr. America, walk on by
Your schools that do not teach
Mr. America, walk on by
The minds that won't be reached
Mr. America, try to hide
The emptiness that's you inside
When once you find that the way you lied
And all the corny tricks you tried
Will not forestall the rising tide
Of hungry freaks, daddy
They won't go for no more
Great midwestern hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who aren't afraid to say
What's on their minds
The left-behinds
Of the Great Society
Mr. America, walk on by
Your supermarket dream
Mr. America, walk on by
The liquor store supreme
Mr. America, try to hide
The product of your savage pride
The useful minds that it denied
The day you shrugged and stepped aside
You saw their clothes and then you cried:
Those hungry freaks, daddy
Monday, June 27, 2016
Hungry Freaks, Daddy
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Labels: disharmony, historical, Zappa
Thursday, June 23, 2016
Gimme Shelter
by Mick Jagger
A storm is threatening
My very life today
If I don't get some shelter
I'm going to fade away
War, children
It's just a shot away
See the fire is sweeping
Our very street today
Burns like a red coal carpet
Mad bull lost its way
Rape, murder
It's just a shot away
The floods is threatning
My very life today
Gimme, gimme shelter
Or I'm going to fade away
Love, sister
It's just a kiss away
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Labels: anxiety, disharmony
Sunday, June 19, 2016
Stanley Park
by Aoife O'Donovan
See that gull on the old sea wall
Songbirds fly and others fall
I sleep to the beating of their wings
The wind sings
See that babe at her mother's breast
If I could, I'd take my rest
Back in the belly from where I came
Nobody knows my name
Half-asleep in a bowl of gruel
No one told me life was cruel
My home is in this valley now
But it's burning down
If I find a fire escape
I'll break the past and put on my cape
I'll pretend I'm Superman
Where are my friends?
I'm a poor wayfarer, and I've
Got no one to dry my eyes
Time to lay this body down
In the frozen ground
When I die, though it bring me back
As a snow-white gull I'll make my tracks
On the sandy beach of the English bay
And I'll fly away
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Labels: contentment, Dad, death, idyllic, life, longing, melancholia, simplicity
Monday, June 13, 2016
Never Saw It Coming
by James Wilson
Johnny lived alone, some said he drank himself to death
But the drinking only started after years of cold neglect
They say the silence followed him like a killer down his trail
'Til the day that they all screamed as he was looking down a barrel
You never saw it coming 'til it's all over the news
You're writing young girl's elegies and singing young men's blues
You never saw it coming 'til it looks you in the eye
No, you never know what you will do or know the reason why
The kids all went to school just like any other day
But only Frank and Johnny knew some wouldn't walk away
After sixteen years of getting kicked and laughed at at the gym
I guess sooner or later it just got the best of them
You never saw it coming 'til it's wrapped around the wrist
Of a pretty little girl who never got to her first kiss
You never saw it coming 'til it's pointed in your eyes
You never know what you will do 'til you're about to die
It's times like this that remind you that the world ain't what you thought
When blood and dust are mixing on conspired parking lots
It all could have been different, and when all is said and done
You could have been the one who took the bullet
Could have been the one that held the gun
You never saw it coming 'til it's all over the news
You're writing young girl's elegies and singing young men's blues
You never saw it coming, no matter where it is
'Cause we never saw it coming, never thought it'd end like this
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Labels: death, disharmony, loss
Saturday, June 11, 2016
Sunny Afternoon
by Ray Davies
The taxman's taken all my dough
And left me in my stately home
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
And I can't sail my yacht
He's taken everything I got
All I've got is this sunny afternoon
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I've got a big fat mama trying to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
My girlfriend's run off with my car
And gone back to her ma and pa
Telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty
Now I'm sitting here
Sipping at my ice cold beer
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
Help me, help me, help me sail away
Give me two good reasons why I ought to stay
'Cause I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
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Labels: contentment, idyllic, loss, summer
Sunday, June 5, 2016
Hole in My Shoe
by Dave Mason
I looked to the sky
Where an elephant's eye
Was looking at me
From a bubblegum tree
And all that I knew
Was the hole in my shoe
Which was letting in water
I walked through a field
That just wasnt real
Where 100 tin soldiers
Would shoot at my shoulder
And all that I knew
Was the hole in my shoe
Which was letting in water
I started to fall
And suddenly woke
And the dew on the grass
Had soaked through my coat
And all that I knew
Was the hole in my shoe
Which was letting in water
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Labels: nonsense, spring, surrealism