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THE TIMES THEY ARE A' CHANGING
by Bob Dylan

Come gather round people, wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
If your time dealt with saving
Then you better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone.
Oh, the times they are a' changing.

Come writers and critics who prophesied with your pen.
And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again.
And don't speak too soon for the wheels still in spin
And there's no telling who that it's naming
Cause the loser now will be later the win
Oh, the times they are a' changing.

Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall
Oh, he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
The battle outside raging
Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
Oh, the times they are a' changing.

Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
Then don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly aging
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand
Oh, the times they are a' changing.

The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast
The slow one now will later be fast
As the present now will later be past
The order is rapidly fading
And the first one now will later be last
Oh, the times they are a' changing.

I DIG ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC
by Peter, Paul and Mary

I dig rock and roll music
And I'd love to get a chance to play - (and sing it)
I feel it's about the happiest sound going down today
The message may not move me--or mean a great deal to me
But--hey--it feels so groovy to say:
I dig the Mamas and Papas and The Trip, Sunset Strip and L. A.
They got a good thing going when the words don't get in the way.
And when they're really wailing, Michelle and Cass are sailing
Hey--they really nail me to the wall (Yea!)
Donovan can defend the treatment, too, that way
His crystal images they tell you about the bright today
And when the Beatles tell you (Beatles tell you)
They've got a world of love to sell you (All ahead Love.)
They mean exactly what they say (Exactly - ha, ha)
I dig (Ho-ho) Rock and Roll music
I could really get it on that scene
I think I could say something, if you know what I mean.
But if I really say it, the radio won't play it
Unless I lay it between the lines--
boop-da-op- - - - - - - -

WHITE RABBIT
by Jefferson Airplane

One pill makes you larger
One pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all.
Go ask Alice--when she's ten feet tall.

And if you go out chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell them a "huka-smoking calico" has given you the call.
Recall Alice--when she was just small.

When men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go
And you just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is grooving low
Go ask Alice--and I think she'll know.

When logic and proportion have fallen softly dead
And the white knight is talking backwards
And the red queen's off with her head
Remember what the door mouse said
Feed your head--
Feed your head!

SGT. PEPPER'S LONELY HEARTS CLUB BAND
by The Beatles

It was twenty years ago today,
Sgt. Pepper taught the bank to play
They've been going in and out of style
But they're guaranteed to raise a smile.
So may I introduce to you
The act you've known for all these years,
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.
We're Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.
We hope you will enjoy the show.
We're Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band,
Sit back and let the evening go.
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely,
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.
It's wonderful to be here,
It's certainly a thrill.
You' re such a lovely audience,
We' d like to take you home with us,
We' d love to take you home.
I don't really want to stop the show,
But I thought that you might like to know
That the singer's going to sing a song,
And he wants you all to sing along.
So let me introduce to you
The one and only Billy Shears
And Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS
by The Beatles

A little help from my friends
What would you think if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.
I get by with a little help from my friends,
I get high with a little help from my friends,
Going to try with a little help from my friends.
What do I do when my love is away.
(Does it worry you to be alone)
How do I feel by the end of the day
(Are you sad because you're on your own)
No I get by with a little help from my friends,
Do you need anybody,
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.
Would you believe in a love at first sight,
Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time.
What do you see when you turn out the light,
I can't tell you, but I know it's mine.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
Do you need anybody,
I just need somebody to love,
Could it be anybody,
I want somebody to love.
I get by with a little help from my friends,
Yes I get by with a little help from my friends,
With a little help from my friends.

SHE' S LEAVING HOME
The Beatles

Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the back door key
Stepping outside she is free
She (We gave her most of our lives)
is leaving (Sacrificed most of our lives)
home (We gave her everything money could buy)
She's leaving home after living alone
For so many years. Bye, Bye
Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that's lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to her husband
Daddy our baby's gone.
Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly
How could she do this to me.
She (We never thought of ourselves)
is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves)
home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home after living alone
For so many years. Bye, Bye
Friday morning at nine o'clock she is far away
Waiting to keep the appointment she made
Meeting a man from the motor trade.
She (What did we do that was wrong)
is having ( We didn't know it was wrong)
fun (Fun is the one thing that
money can't buy)
Something inside that was always denied
For so many years. Bye, Bye,
She's leaving home bye bye.

WITHIN YOU WITHOUT YOU
by George Harrison

We were talking--about the space
between us all
And the people--who hide themselves
behind a wall of illusion
Never glimpse the truth--then it's far
too late--when they pass away.

We were talking--about the love we all
could share--when we find it
To try our best to hold it there--with
our love.
With our love--we could save the world
--if they only knew.
Try to realize it's all within yourself
no-one else can make you change
And to see you're really only very small,
and life flows on within you and without
you.
We were talking--about the love that's
gone so cold and the people,
Who gain the world and lose their soul--
they don't know--they can't see--are
you one of them?
When you've seen beyond yourself--
then you may find, peace of mind, is
waiting there--
And the time will come when you see
we're all one, and life flows on within
you and without you.

WHEN I 'M SIXTY-FOUR
by The Beatles

When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a Valentine.
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine.
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.

You'll be older, too,
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you,
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside,
Sunday morning go for a ride,
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.

Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the Isle of Wright, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck & Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four.

SGT. PEPPER'S LONELY HEARTS CLUB BAND
by The Beatles

We're Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
We hope you have enjoyed the show
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
We're sorry but it's time to go.
Sgt. Pepper's lonely,
Sgt. pepper's lonely,
Sgt. Pepper's lonely,
Sgt. Pepper's lonely,
Sgt. Pepper's lonely Hearts Club Band
We'd like to thank you once again
Sgt. Pepper's one and only Lonely Hearts Club Band
It's getting very near the end
Sgt. Pepper's lonely
Sgt. Pepper's lonely
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

A DAY IN THE LIFE by The Beatles

I read the news today, oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well, I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph.
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure
If he was from the House of Lords.

I saw a film today, oh, boy
The English army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
But I just had to look
Having read the book.
I'd love to turn you on
Woke up, fell out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed I was late.
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
Somebody spoke and I went into a dream
I read the news today, oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.
I'd love to turn you on.

THE NEW ROCK
by Frank Zappa

Rock music is a necessary element of contemporary society. It is functional. It is healthy and valid artistically. It is also educational (how to ask a girl for a date, what love is like). It has all the answers to what your mother and father won't tell you. It is also a big business. This is a brief history of rock and its relationship to our society.

L0: PFF PFF. A nifty questionnaire to get you interested so you'll read the rest of the article:

1. Who remembers beer? White port and lemon Juice? For 10 points, what was the name of the guy in your school who used to buy your juice for parties...

2 Who remembers making out and getting hot? For 10 points, how old were you when it happened...

3. Who remembers duck tails, peggers, leather Jackets, bunny shoes, brogans, tight sweaters, teardrops, full skirts with a million starchy petticoats, Sir Guy shirts and khakis? For 10 points, how much did you pay for your St. Christopher medallion...

4. Who remembers gang fights, tire chains, boys with razor blades in the toes of their wedgies, girls with razor blades in their hair, blood and sickening crunch? For 10 points, tell why the cops were afraid of your gang...

5. Who remembers speed? Smoke? Acid? Transcendental meditation? For 10 points, name your connection or guru...

6. Who remembers getting stoned and having an orgy? For 10 points, how old were you when you learned you were incapable of relating to others in a tender, personal way and finally discovered you were becoming asexual...

7. Who remembers electric hair, bell bottoms, plastic jackets, sandals, high boots, bulky knit sweaters, Guccis, miniskirts, De Vos shirts and velvet pants. For 10 points, look around the house, find your beads and bells, and recite Hare Krishna without laughing...

8. Who remembers demonstrations, truncheons, Mace, police dogs, the Pentagon, Century City, blood and sickening crunch? For 10 points, tell why you were afraid to cut your hair, infiltrate the establishment, and do it the easy way...

Our present state of sociosexual enlightenment is, to a certain extent, attributable to the evolution of rock and vice versa. Our story begins back in the good old days, it the recreation centers; no Levis or capris please. "School functions" and teen hops were real swell and keen and acceptable to Mom and Dada. They were also dull unless you liked to dance a fox-trot as the high school swing band fumbled through an evening of Combo Orks and reprocessed Glen Miller. The kids would be holding on to each other desperately and sweating. The chaperon would come along and say, "Seven inches apart please," and hold a sawed-off ruler between you and the girl.

Society was very repressed, sexually, and dancing was a desperate attempt to get a little physical contact with the opposite sex. Preoccupation with sexual matters accounted for a disproportionate amount of daily conscious thought process and diverted a lot of energy from school work.

This, and the low quality of teaching in many kids to seek education in the streets. Youth gangs with marvelous names and frightening reputations cruised the streets at night, searching for ways to compensate for the lack of sexually approachable girls. Vandalism and assorted manglings became acceptable substitutes for teen sex. Young men would compete, like cowboy gunfighters, to be the "baddest cat". This dubious honor would generally entitle its bearer to boss the gang and, in some instances, preferential treatment from those few daring girls who would "go all the way".

Parents, unfortunately, have a tendency to misunderstand, misinterpret, and, worst of all, ridicule patterns of behavior which seem foreign to them. When they noticed a growing interest among teenagers in matters pertaining to the pleasure-giving functions of the body, they felt threatened. Mom and Dad were sexually uninformed and inhibited (a lot of things wrong with society today are directly attributable to the fact that the people who make the laws are sexually maladjusted) and they saw no reason why their kids should be raised differently. (Why should all these dirty teenagers have all the fun?) Sex is for making babies and it makes your body grow misshapen and ugly afterward and let's not talk about it, shall we?...

Parents, in trying to protect their offspring from whatever danger they imagined to be lurking within the secret compartments of this new musical vehicle (rock music) actually helped to shove them in front of it whereupon they were immediately run over. The attitude of parents helped to create a climate wherein the usage of rock music (as a pacifier or perhaps anesthetic experience) became very necessary. Parents offered nothing to their children that could match the appeal of rock. It was obvious to the kids that anyone who did not like (or attempt to understand) rock music, had a warped
sense of values. To deny rock music was to deny sexuality. Any parent who tried to keep his child from listening to or participating in this musical ritual was, in the eyes of the child, trying to castrate him.

There was much resistance on the part of the music industry itself. Every year you could hear people saying, "I know it's only a phase...it'll poop out pretty soon. The big bands will come back." Year after year, the death of rock was predicted...

To make R&R acceptable, the big shots of the record industry hired a bunch of little men with cigars and green visors, to synthesize and imitate the work of the Negroes. The visor men cranked out phony white rock. Highly skilled couriers then delivered the goods to American Bandstand along with lots of presents (tokens of their esteem) to Dick Clark for all his marvelous assistance in the crusade to jam these products down the kids' throats...

White rock, overproduced and shiny, nearly slickened itself to death. The music industry was slumping a bit. Was this to be the end of rock? Were we doomed to an era of new C & W tunes smothered in vaseline?

Then, just in the nick of time, Beatlemania. New hope. There they were: cute, safe, white. The kids took to them immediately. Their music had real energy; it was sympathetic to their life style. It was music made for young people by other young people. No green visors. It seemed to radiate a secret message: "You can be free! You can get away with it! Look, we're doing it!"

I'm sure the kids never believed all the Beatles wanted to do was "hold your hand". And girls were provided with "kissable closeups" (enlarged views of their idol's lips, teeth and gums) which they could kiss, touch, rub and/or hang on the bedroom wall. Girls forgot about Elvis Presley. He was too greasy, too HEAVY BUSINESS: sullen, pouting and all that stuff. The Beatles were huggable & cute & moptops & happy & positive. Beatlemania was fun to be involved in...

There seems to be a trend in today's music toward eclecticism. The people who make this music are examining a wide range of possible musical and non-musical elements to incorporate into their bags. Through rock music, the audience is being exposed to an assortment of advanced musical and electronic techniques that five years ago might have sent them screaming into the street. Amazing break-throughs have been made into the field of "audience education."

These improvements have been made almost against the will of the mass media. Suppression for racial and sexual reasons doesn't go on as much but radio stations still do not program progressive rock in proportion to the market which exists for it. Specific songs which seem most threatening to the established order don't get on radio and TV. (Mass media does more to keep Americans stupid than even the whole U.S. school system, that vast industry that cranks out trained consumers and technician-pawns for the benefit of other vast industries.) It is something of a paradox that companies which manufacture and distribute this art form (strictly for profit) might one day be changed or controlled by young people who were motivated to action by the products these companies sell.

The level of involvement with today's music is amazing. One example: Groupies. These girls, who devote their lives to pop music, feel they owe something personal to it, so they make the ultimate gesture of worship, human sacrifice. They offer their bodies to the music or its nearest personal representative, the pop musician. These girls are everywhere. It is one of the most amazingly beautiful products of the sexual revolution...

If you were drunk, and it was the middle of summer, Saturday night abut 11:30, and you had your comfortable clothes on, and you were in a small beer joint dancing, and it's crowded (temperature about 82), and the local Rock & Roll combo is playing "Green Onions" (or something that sounds just like it over & over again), and the guitar player goes to take a solo and stomps his FUZZTONE into action and turns his amplifier all the way up so his guitar squeals and screams and sounds absolutely vicious, and he bends and mangles the strings & starts really getting it on, gyrating and going totally berserk and playing his ass off and everything. . . if you were drunk, and all this was going on, and you were out there dancing and sweating and really FEELING the music (every muscle and fiber of your being, etc., etc, . . .) and the music suddenly got louder and more vicious. . .louder and viciouser than you could ever imagine (and you danced harder and got sweaty and feverish) and got your unsuspecting self worked up into a total frenzy, bordering on electric Buddha nirvana total acid freak cosmic integration (one with the universe) and you were drunk & hot & not really in control of your body or your senses (you are possessed by the music) and all of a sudden the music gets EVEN LOUDER. . . and not only that: IT GETS EVEN FASTER & YOU CAN'T BREATHE (but you can't stop either; it's impossible to stop) and you know you can't black out because it feels too good. . .I ask you now, if you were drunk and all this stuff is happening all over the place and somebody (with all the best intentions in the world) MADE YOU STOP so he could ask you this question: "Is a force this powerful to be overlooked by a society that needs all the friends it can get?" would you listen?

RICHARD CORY (1896)
by E.A.Robinson

Whenever Richard Cory went downtown,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said
"Good Morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

(from The Children of the Night. Scribner's, 1897.)

RICHARD CORY (1965) by Paul Simon

They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,
With political connections to spread his wealth around.
Born into society, a banker's only child,
He has everything a man could want: power, grace, and style.

But I work in his factory,
And I curse the life I'm livin',
And I curse my poverty,
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory.

The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes:
Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show.
And the rumors of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he's got.

(Refrain)

He freely gave to charity: he had the common touch,
And they were grateful for his patronage and they thanked him
very much,
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:
"Richard Gory went home last night and put a bullet through his head."

(from "Richard Cory." Charing Cross Music, 1964.)

THE SOUND OF SILENCE
by Paul Simon

Hello darkness my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone,
Narrow streets of cobblestone
"Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night, and touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more,
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dares disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools!" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made,
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said:
"The words of the Prophets are written
on the subway walls and tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence.

("The Sound of Silence." Charing Cross Music, 1964.)

OLD FRIENDS
by Paul Simon

Old friends,
Old friends,
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends.
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
On the high shoes
Of the old friends.
Old friends
Winter companions
The old men
Lost in their overcoats
Waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city
Sifting through trees
Settle like dust
On the shoulders
Of the old friends.
Can you imagine us
Years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange
To be seventy
Old friends
Memory brushes the same years.
Silently sharing the same fear. . .

GOODBYE AND HELLO
by Tim Buckley

The antique people are down in the dungeons
Run by machines and afraid of the tax
Their heads in the grave and their hands on their eyes
Hauling their hearts around circular tracks
Pretending forever their masquerade towers
Are not really riddled with widening cracks
And I wave goodbye to iron
And smile hello to the air

O the new children dance All around the balloons Swaying by chance To the breeze from the moon Painting the sky With the colors of sun Freely they fly As all become one

I am young I will live I am strong I can give You the strange Seed of day Feel the change Know the Way

The velocity addicts explode on the highways
Ignoring the journey and moving so fast
Their nerves fall apart and they gasp but can't breathe
They run from the cops of the skeleton past
Petrified by tradition in a nightmare they stagger
Into nowhere at all and then look up aghast
And I wave goodbye to speed
And smile hello to a rose

O the new children play Under Juniper trees Sky blue or grey They continue at ease Moving so slow That serenely they can Gracefully grow And yes still understand

I am young I will live I am strong I can give You the strange Seed of day Feel the change Know the Way

The king and the queen in their castle of billboards
Sleepwalk down the hallways dragging behind
All their possessions and transient treasures
As they go to worship the electronic shrine
On which is playing the late late commercial
In that hollowest house of the opulent blind
And I wave goodbye to Mammon
And smile hello to a stream

O the new children buy All the world for a song Without a dime To which they belong Nobody owns Anything anywhere Everyone's grown Up so big they can share

I am young I will live I am strong I can give You the strange Seed of day Feel the change Know the Way

The vaudeville generals cavort on the stage
And shatter their audience with submachine guns
And Freedom and Violence the acrobat clowns
Do a balancing act on the graves of our sons
While the tapdancing Emperor sings "War is peace"
And Love the Magician disappears in the fun
And I wave goodbye to murder
And smile hello to the rain

O the new children can't Tell a foe from a friend Quick to enchant And to glad to extend Handfuls of dawn To kaleidoscope man Come from beyond The Great Wall of Skin

I am young I will live I am strong I can give You the strange Seed of day Feel the change Know the Way

The bloodless husbands are jesters who listen
Like sheep to the shrieks and commands of their wives
And the men who aren't men leave the woman alone
See them all faking love on a bed made of knives
Afraid to discover or trust in their bodies
And in secret divorce they will never survive
And I wave goodbye to ashes
And smile hello to a girl

O the new children kiss They are so proud to learn Womanwood bliss And the manfire that burns Knowing no fear They take off their clothes Honest and clear As a river that flows

I am young I will live I am strong I can give You the strange Seed of day Feel the change Know the Way

The antique people are fading out slowly
Like newspapers flaming in mind suicide
Godless and sexless directionless loons
Their sham sandcastles dissolve in the tide
They put on their deathmasks and compromise daily
The new children will live for the elders have died
And I wave goodbye to America
And smile hello to the world

Ride Across The River
by Dire Straits

I'm a soldier of freedom in the army of man
We are the chose, we're the partisan
The cause it is noble and the cause it is just
We are ready to pay with our lives if we must

Gonna ride across the river deep and wide
Ride across the river to the other side

I'm a soldier of fortune, I'm a dog of war
And we don't give a damn who the killing is for
It's the same old story with a different name
Death or glory, it's the killing game

Gonna ride across the river deep and wide
Ride across the river to the other side

Nothing gonna stop them as the day follows the night
Right becomes wrong, the left becomes the right
And they sing as they march with their flags unfurled
Today in the mountains, tomorrow the world

Gonna ride across the river deep and wide
Ride across the river to the other side

Brothers in Arms
by Dire Straits

These mist covered mountains
Are a home for me now
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

SILVER AND GOLD
performed by U2)

In the shit house, a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
If only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town,
No stars in the black night
Looks like the sky fall down,
No sun in the daylight
Looks like it's chained to the ground.
"'The exit is sold,"
If you want a way out -
Silver and Gold,
Silver and Gold.

Broken back to the ceiling
Broken nose to the floor
I scream at the silence
That crawls under the door.
The warden says,
There's a rope around my neck
There's a trigger in your gun
Jesus say something!
I am Someone!
Yes, captains and kings in the slave ships hold
They came to collect
Silver and Gold
Silver and Gold

I seen the coming and going
The captains and the kings
Their navy blue uniforms
Them bright and shiny things
The temperature is rising
The fever white hot
Mister I ain't got nothing
But it's more than you've got.
These chains no longer bind me
Nor the shackles at my feet
Outside are the prisoners
Inside the free (set them free).
A prize fighter in a corner is told
Hit where it hurts -
For Silver and Gold,
Silver and Gold.

RESISTANCE (performed by Queensryche)

Protests in New York.
Listen to the call of the wild.
Brother, sisters carrying signs.
Breathe deep before it's too late.
The sky is falling burning your eyes.
Down in New Orleans river's boiling.
Nothing living, nothing to eat.
Thank the Lord, daddy's working 8-5.
Paying the doctor, baby's got cancer. Give and take.
Has all we've learned been wrong?
Look around
At what we've been given.
Maybe we've taken too long.
Resistance - shouts the man on the right.
Can't solve the problems overnight.
Resistance - Listen to the call of the wild.

Burning coal.
Got to keep the company warm as
The rain keeps killing the trees.
Cut 'em down quick.
Pay the man his wage, he's making paper
To fuel the "Information Age".
Out in the midwest,
Hear the roar of the plow,
Turning grassland into sand.
Got to feed the people more everyday
But the wind keeps blowing the land away.
Give and take.
Has all we've learned been wrong?
Look around
At what we've been given.
Maybe we've taken too long.
Resistance - shouts the man on the right.
Can't solve the problems overnight.
Resistance - Liberal opposition crying violation.

Stop the madness.
Resistance - Through the din, one voice we should hear.
Resistance - Listen to the call of the wild.
There's no easy solution.
The price is high, and it's time to pay.
Turn of the century vision,
Focused on a better way.
Resistance - shouts the man on the right.
Can't solve the problem overnight.

Resistance - Liberal opposition crying violation.
Stop the madness.
Resistance - Through the din, one voice we should hear.
Resistance - Listen to the call of the wild.

LAND OF CONFUSION
(performed by Genesis)

I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
By haunted by a million screams
I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street.

Now did you read the news today
They say the danger's gone away
But I can see the fire's alight
Burning into the night.

CHORUS
Too many men
Too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go around
Can't you see
This is a Land of Confusion.

This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we are given
Use them and start trying
To make it a place worth living in.

Superman where are you now
Everything's gone wrong somehow
The men of steel, the men of power
And losing control by the hour.

This is the time, this is the place
So we look for the future
But there's not much love to go around
Tell me why, this the Land of Confusion

This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we are given
Use them and start trying
To make it a place worth living in.

I remember long ago,
When the sun was shining
The stars were bright
All through the night
And the sound of your laughter
As I held you tight
So long ago.

I won't be coming home tonight
My generation will put it right
We're just not making promises
That we know we'll never keep.

CHORUS
This is the world we live in
These are the hands we given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth fighting for

This is the world we live in
And these are the names we are given
Stand up and let's start showing
Just where are lives are going to

PORNOGRAFFITTI
(performed by Extreme)

Sex on the brain,
Pumped in my veins
Plowing from my head
To my feet.
Sex on T.V.
Rotation heavy
You and I are
What we eat,
Sex when I am all alone
It calls me on the phone,
Can't stop this
Ringing in my ear
Sex in excess
Filling all our senses
Keep saying there's nothing to fear
Can't you read
The writing on the wall
Can't you see
The rising and the fall?
All I see
Pornograffitti
All I hear
Pornograffitti

See no,
Hear no
All I speak
Pornograffitti
All I fear
Pornograffitti
Speak no
Evil
Sex in 3-D,
No evil eyes see
Too much of it
And you'll go blind,
Sex education
Misinformation
Kiss me where
The sun don't shine
Sex it all surrounds me
Pornograffitti
It's all so
Constitutional
Sex is literate,
Read all about it
But sensor where
You all can go.
Can't you read
The writing on the wall
Can't you see
The rising and the fall?
Sex sells.

GOD SHUFFLED HIS FEET
by Brad Roberts

After seven days
He was quite tired, so God said:
"Let there be a day
Just for Picnics, with wine and bread"
He gathered up some people he had made
Created blankets and laid back in the shade.

The people sipped their wine
And what with God there, they asked him questions
Like do you have to eat
Or get your hair cut in heaven?
And if you got your eye poked out in this life
Would it be waiting up in heaven with your wife?

God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him.

So he said: "Once there was a boy
Who woke up with blue hair
To him it was a joy
Until he ran out into the warm air -
He thought how his friends would come to see;
And would they laugh, or had he got some strange disease?"

God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him.

The people sat waiting
Out on their blankets in the garden
But God said nothing
So someone asked him, "I beg your pardon;
I'm not quite sure about what you just spoke -
Was that a parable, or a very subtle joke?"

God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him.