Sunday, May 20, 2018

Attention Attention by Shinedown

Attention, attention, get down on the floor
Don't reach for your pockets, don't run for the door
The tension, the tension, it's urgent, it's real
The cameras are rolling, the envelope's sealed
Attention attention, by the way, did I mention?

The stories I hear are the stories I tell
Like jumping over buildings and sneaking out of hell
Intention, retention, it's all in your head
That pretty little mistress, that's hiding in your bed
Attention attention, by the way, did I mention?

Nothing 'bout me is ordinary
My friends all say I'm going crazy
I don't hear a word that they say
Cause the voices in my head are legendary
But I'll never tell 'em where the bodies are buried
Keeps them coming back every day

Oh no, oh no, they're just villains in my mind doin' time
Oh no, oh no, they're just matches burning holes in my soul

Attention attention, 'cause this ain't a stunt
The judge is a racist, the jury's corrupt
The shelves are all empty but the seats are all filled
If you're a shiny new penny, I'm a hundred dollar bill
Attention attention, by the way, did I mention?

Nothing 'bout me is ordinary
My friends all say I'm going crazy
I don't hear a word that they say
Cause the voices in my head are legendary
But I'll never tell 'em where the bodies are buried
Keeps them coming back every day

Oh no, oh no, they're just villains in my mind doin' time
Oh no, oh no, they're just matches burning holes in my soul

Attention, attention
Attention, attention
They're just villains in my mind doin' time

Nothing 'bout me is ordinary
My friends all say I'm going crazy
I don't hear a word that they say
Cause the voices in my head are legendary
But I'll never tell 'em where the bodies are buried
Keeps them coming back every day

Oh no, oh no, they're just villains in my mind doin' time
Oh no, oh no, they're just matches burning holes in my soul
Oh no, oh no, they're just villains in my mind doin' time
Oh no, oh no, they're just matches burning holes in my soul

Attention attention
Attention attention



Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Every Day is a Miracle by David Byrne

The rose is pruned to a perfect shape
Perfect for whom, I wonder
The chicken thinks in mysterious ways
But beauty is not what we're after

Now the chicken imagines a heaven
Full of roosters and plenty of corn
And God is a very old rooster
And eggs are like Jesus, his son

Every day is miracle
Every day is an unpaid bill
You've got to sing for your supper
Love one another

Cockroach might eat Mona Lisa
The pope don't mean shit to a dog
And elephants don't read newspapers
And the kiss of a chicken is hot

The brain of a chicken
And the dick of a donkey
A pig in a blanket
And that's why you want me

What does it feel like
To be your tongue
Moving around in your mouth
To be free in the forest of your love
A cockroach in the cosmos of your house

Every day is miracle
Every day is an unpaid bill
You've got to sing for your supper
Love one another

I'm a blond, a brunette and a redhead
I thought up the birds and the bees
My software is famous all over
My money is crawling on trees

The mind is a soft boiled potato
A jewel in a chocolate shell
I staple my love to your heart dear
With [?] beautiful smells

Every day is miracle
Every day is an unpaid bill
You've got to sing for your supper
Love one another

Every day is miracle
Every day is an unpaid bill
You've got to sing for your supper
Love one another



Saturday, May 12, 2018

A Discourse On Nudity by Sam the American Eagle

I would just like to say a few words about nudity in the world today.
And I, for one, am just appalled by it.
Why, did you know that underneath their clothing, the entire population of the world is walking around completely naked?
Hmm?
Is that disgusting?
And it's not just people, although, goodness knows, that's bad enough, but animals too.
Even cute little doggies and pussycats can't be trusted.
Underneath their fur, absolutely naked! And it's not just the quadripeds, neither.
Birds too.
Yeah! Beneath those fine feathers, birds wear nothing. Nothing at all!
Abs...


Wednesday, May 09, 2018

Good Morning Starshine by Oliver

Good morning starshine, the earth says hello
You twinkle above us
We twinkle below

Good morning starshine, you lead us along
My love and me as we sing
Our early morning singing song

Giddy glup gloopy nibby nabby noopy la la la lo lo
Sabba sibby sabba nooby abba nabba le le le lo
Tooby ooby walla nooby abba nabba
Early morning singing song

Good morning starshine
There's love in your skies
Reflecting the sunlight
In my lover's eyes

Good morning starshine
My love and me as we sing
Our early morning singing song

Giddy glup gloopy nibby nabby noopy la la la lo lo
Sabba sibby sabba nooby abba nabba le le lo lo
Tooby ooby walla nooby abba nabba
Early morning singing song

Can you hear me
Singing a song, humming a song, singing a song
Loving a song, laughing a song, singing the song
Sing the song, song the sing
Song song song sing sing sing sing song



Friday, May 04, 2018

The Night the Lights went out In Georgia by Vicki Lawrence

He was on his way home from Candletop
Been two weeks gone and he'd thought he'd stop at Webb's
And have him a drink before he went home to her

Andy Wolloe said hello
And he said, "Hi, what's doing, Wo?"
Said, "Sit down, I got some bad news, it's gonna hurt."

He said, "I'm your best friend and you know that's right
But your young bride ain't home tonight
Since you been gone, she's been seeing that Amos boy, Seth."

Well, he got mad and he saw red
And Andy said, "Boy, don't you lose your head
Cause to tell you the truth, I've been with her myself."

That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That's the night that they hung an innocent man
Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods southern lawyer
Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands

Well, Andy got scared and left the bar
Walking on home, cause he didn't live far
See, Andy didn't have many friends
And he just lost him one

Brother thought his wife musta left town
So he went home and finally found
The only thing Papa had left him and that was a gun

Then he went off to Andy's house
Slippin' through the backwoods, quiet as a mouse
Came upon some tracks too small for Andy to make
He looked through the screen at the back porch door
And he saw Andy lying on the floor
In a puddle of blood and he started to shake

Well, the Georgia patrol was making their rounds
So he fired a shot just to flag them down
And a big-bellied sheriff grabbed his gun
And said "Why'd you do it?"

Well, the judge said guilty in a make-believe trial
Slapped the sheriff on the back with a smile
Said, "Supper's waitin' at home and I gotta get to it."

That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That's the night that they hung an innocent man
Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods southern lawyer
Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands

Well, they hung my brother before I could say
The tracks he saw while on his way
To Andy's house and back that night were mine
And his cheating wife had never left town
And that's one body that'll never be found
See, little sister don't miss when she aims her gun

That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia, whoa-oh
That's the night that they hung an innocent man, uh-huh
Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods, southern lawyer
Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands

Oh, that's the night that the lights went out in Georgia