Saw the demonstration
On Remembrance Day
Lest we forget the lesson
Enshrined in funeral clay
History is never written
By those who’ve lost
The defeated must bear witness to
Our collective memory loss
Don’t know much about history
Don’t know much about biology
Don’t much about a science book
Don’t know much about the French I took…
THIS IS MY BRUTALITY!
I eat, sleep, breathe the demons in your dreams
I eat, sleep, breathe…
Look at my eyes, do they look alive? (alive?)
Look at my eyes, this is do or die (die)
Look at my eyes, do they look alive? (alive?)
We kill all of the devils in me
I still feel the darkness that lives in me
Give you chills, I’ll take your soul in your sleep
I’m evil, there’s no escaping from me
Hollow doll, you lied again
Don’t come here to pray so full of lie
Those fantasies invade like a cancer forms inside
Regarding the pain I’m counting again
Recover from this doll who you burning for
She gives me the same cold look, I want to cut out her eyes
This is the healing way, the light is yours
I can’t forget
And I can’t escape
It’s kind of warm, kind of pain, I can’t explain
I came here to feel this way
My feelings are dead
Nothing here is quite the same
Got a feeling inside (Can’t explain)
It’s a certain kind (Can’t explain)
I feel hot and cold (Can’t explain)
Yeah, down in my soul, yeah (Can’t explain)
Remember, when you’re young
You surrender to the world
Cry when sad or laugh when happy
So simple
We use to play with dolls
Go to the movies, or the mall
I remember how they told me
How they sold me, how I’m lonely
When the world came crashing down on me
I did not die, I went to sleep
I watch you as I am dreaming
Through the mist, I persist
Hey hey kids, where are you
Nobody tells you what to do
Baby
Hey hey kids, shake a leg
Maybe you’re crazy in the head
Baby
Maybe you did
Maybe you walked
Maybe you rocked around the clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Maybe I drive
Maybe you walk
Maybe I drive to get off, baby
Hey kids, shake it loose together
The spotlight’s hittin’ something
That’s been known to change the weather
We’ll kill the fatted calf tonight
So stick around
You’re gonna hear electric music
Solid walls of sound
Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet, woo
But they’re so spaced out, Be-Be-Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they’re weird and wonderful
Oh Bennie she’s really clean
She’s got electric boots, a Mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine, ooh ho
Be-Be-Bennie and the Jets
I remember when rock was young
Me and Susie had so much fun
Holding hands and skimming stones
Had an old gold Chevy and a place of my own
But the biggest kick I ever got
Was doing a thing called the Crocodile Rock
While the other kids were rocking round the block
We were hopping and hopping to the Crocodile Rock
Oh Suzie Q
Oh Suzie Q, how I love you
My Suzie Q
I like the way you walk
I like the way you talk
I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk
My Suzie Q
[My parents had 2 Shih Tzu’s, one named Tsuzi Q, the other Lucee Loo, separated by 10 years. The former had this little “seal dance” she would do when excited or begging for a treat; the latter was a master food thief. My mother named the latter, not knowing about the Asian martial arts actress in question…]
Are you a bad girl?
Do you look super cute?
Do you ride around your city with your whole crew?
Do you like fast cars?
Do you race Subarus?
Are you a bad girl
Just like Lucy Liu?
Just like Lucy Liu, just like Lucy Liu
Are you a bad girl
Just like Lucy Liu?
Just like Lucy Liu, just like Lucy Liu
Are you a bad girl
Just like Lucy Liu?
Like Steve McQueen
All I need’s a fast machine
I’m gonna make it all right (ooh, ooh)
Like Steve McQueen
Underneath your radar screen
You’ll never catch me tonight (ooh, ooh)
The machine of a dream
Such a clean machine
With the pistons a-pumping
And the hubcaps all gleam
When I’m holding your wheel
All I hear is your gear
When my hand’s on your grease gun
Oh, it’s like a disease, son
I’m in love with my car
Got to feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy racer roll bar
Such a thrill when your radials squeal
I’ve been driving all night, my hand’s wet on the wheel
There’s a voice in my head, that drives my heel
It’s my baby callin’, says I need you here
And it’s half past four and I’m shifting gear
When she’s lonely and the longing gets too much
She sends a cable coming in from above
Don’t need no phone at all
We’ve got a thing that’s called: Radar love
We’ve got a wave in the air
Radar love
I got turned around in some little town
I’d never been to before
Working my way through a middle-of-June
Midnight thunderstorm
There was something in the headlights
It stopped me on a dime
Well, she was scared to death, so I said
“Climb in,” and then she climbed
Oh, yeah
Well, she was bruised and broke from head to toe
With a tear in her blood-stained shirt
She didn’t tell the whole truth, but she didn’t have to
I knew what had happened to her
I didn’t load her down with questions
That girl had been through enough
I just threw it in drive, looked in those eyes
And I asked her where he was
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin’ with a loser and the cruise control
Baby’s in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
Someone came in sayin’ I’m insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don’t believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin’ all your food stamps and burnin’ down the trailer park
Yo, cut it
Hey little sister what have you done?
Hey little sister who’s the only one?
Hey little sister who’s your superman?
Hey little sister who’s the one you want?
Hey little sister shot gun!
There is nothin’ fair in this world
There is nothin’ safe in this world
And there’s nothin’ sure in this world
And there’s nothin’ pure in this world
Look for something left in this world
Start again
The world is a bad place, a bad place
A terrible place to live
Oh, but I don’t wanna die
All my sorrow
Sad tomorrow
Take me back to my old home
All my crying (all my crying)
Feel I’m dying, dying
Take me back to my old home
Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won’t be any trumpets blowin’
Come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away
Day of wrath, O day of mourning!
See fulfilled the prophet’s warning:
Heav’n and earth in ashes burning.
Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth,
Through earth’s sepulchers it ringeth,
All before the throne it bringeth.
O what fear man’s bosom rendeth
When from heav’n the Judge descendeth
On whose sentence all dependeth.