It's the End of the World As We Know It

by Michael Stipe

That's great, it starts with an earthquake
Birds and snakes, an aeroplane
Lenny Bruce is not afraid

Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn
World serves its own needs, don't misserve your own needs
Feed it up a knock, speed, grunt, no, strength
The ladder starts to clatter with a fear of height, down, height
Wire in a fire, represent the seven games
And a government for hire and a combat site
Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry
With the Furies breathing down your neck

Team by team, reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped
Look at that low plane, fine, then
Uh oh, overflow, population, common group
But it'll do, save yourself, serve yourself
World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed
Tell me with the Rapture and the reverent in the right, right
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam fight, bright light
Feeling pretty psyched

It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it
And I feel fine

Six o'clock, T.V. hour, don't get caught in foreign tower
Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn
Lock him in uniform, book burning, bloodletting
Every motive escalate, automotive incinerate
Light a candle, light a motive, step down, step down
Watch your heel crush, crush, uh oh
This means no fear, cavalier, renegade and steering clear
A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies
Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline

The other night I dreamt a nice continental drift divide
Mountains sit in a line, Leonard Bernstein
Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs
Birthday party, cheesecake, jellybean, boom
You symbiotic, patriotic, slam but neck, right? Right!

It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it
And I feel fine

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

by Robert Herrick

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And, while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.

I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face

by Alan Jay Lerner

I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
That she whistles night and noon
Her smiles, her frowns
Her ups, her downs

Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I was serenely independent
And content before we met
Surely I could always
Be that way again
And yet...

I've grown accustomed to her look
Accustomed to her voice
Accustomed to her face

I'm so used to hear her say
'Good morning' every day
Her joys, her woes
Her highs, her lows

Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I'm very grateful she's a woman
And so easy to forget
Rather like a habit
One can always break
And yet...

I've grown accustomed to the trace
Of something in the air
Accustomed to her face

Donal Óg

by Aoife O'Donovan

Black as night is this heart within me
Black as coal is this grief that drives me
Black as bootprints on polished hallways
And it's you who have blackened it forever and always

For you've taken what's before and behind me
East and west when you would not mind me
Sun, moon, and stars from the sky you've taken
And God, as well, if I'm not mistaken

Oh, Donal Óg, you'll not find me lazy
Not like some high-born expensive lady
I'll do your milking, and I'll nurse your baby
And if you were set upon, I'll defend you bravely

When all beside a vigil keep
The West's asleep, the West's asleep
Alas! and well may Erin weep
When Connaught lies in slumber deep
There lake and plain smile fair and free
'Mid rocks their guardian chivalry

The Valley of Malls

by Adam Schlesinger

The King of Araby is coming home today
It's bumper touching bumper on the motorway
The sun is in the sky just now
But the road is grey
They drive in Winnebagos from the Everglades
Pulled over by the troopers in the mirror shades
The Caravan is sorry
The driver has a twenty and change

And we're leaving all the road for dead
We're getting tired of the twists and turns
You got to go when human nature calls
We're driving, we're driving
Through the valley of malls

And God forgive the passengers if we should fail
To find a penny fountain or a half-off sale
I need a merchant
I just started searching for a holy grail
Fighting for the freedom from a common band
To be a barracuda in the guppy pond
So little time for so many things to try on

Noël nouvelet

Traditional

Noël nouvelet, Noël chantons ici
devotes gens, crions a Dieu merci
Chantons Noël pour le Roi nouvelet
Noël nouvelet Noël chantons ici

En Bethleem Marie et Josephis
l'âne et le boeuf, l'enfant couché au lit
La crèche était au lieu d'un bercelet
Noël nouvelet Noël chantons ici

L'étoile y vis qui la nuit éclaircit
Qui d'Orient ou elle avait sorti
En Bethleem les trois Rois amenet
Noël nouvelet Noël chantons ici

L'un portant l'or, l'autre la myrrhe aussi
l'autre l'encens qu'il faisait bon sentir
Du paradis semblait le jardinet
Noël nouvelet Noël chantons ici

En trente jours Noël fut accompli
En douze vers sera mon chant fini
En chacun jours j'en ai fait un couplet
Noël nouvelet Noël chantons ici

I Feel Free

by Jack Bruce

Feel when I dance with you
We move like the sea
You're all I want to know
I feel free, I feel free, I feel free

I can walk down the street, there's no one there
Though the pavements are one huge crowd
I can drive down the road, my eyes don't see
Though my mind wants to cry out loud

Dance floor is like the sea
Ceiling is the sky
You're the sun, and as you shine on me
I feel free, I feel free, I feel free