Ah, push it
Saturday, February 22, 2025
Push It by Salt 'n Pepa
Tuesday, February 18, 2025
In 1492 by Mr. Mike
In fourteen hundred ninety-two |
Wednesday, January 01, 2025
Redemption Song by Bob Marley
Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant shipsMinutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By the hand of the Almighty
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
'Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fulfill the book
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Whoa! Have no fear for atomic energy
'Cause none of them-ah can-ah stop-ah the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fulfill the book
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have
Redemption songs
All I ever have
Redemption songs
These songs of freedom
Songs of freedom
Sunday, November 17, 2024
Little Boxes by Malvina Reynolds
Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes all the same
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same
All went to the university
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same
And business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same
And drink their martinis dry
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school
And then to the university
Where they are put in boxes
And they come out all the same
And marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same
Wednesday, November 13, 2024
No Children by The Mountain Goats
I hope that our few remaining friends
I hope we come up with a fail-safe plot
To piss off the dumb few that forgave us
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it's already too late
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town again
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises
We're pretty sure they're all wrong
I hope the worst isn't over
And I hope you blink before I do
I hope I never get sober
You can't find one good thing to say
And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You'd stay the hell out of my way
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
Friday, October 18, 2024
Pink Houses by John Cougar Mellencamp
There's a black man with a black cat
He's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard
You know he thinks he's got it so good
And there's a woman in the kitchen
Cleanin' up the evenin' slop
And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin'
I can remember when you could stop a clock"
Ain't that America? Somethin' to see, baby
Ain't that America? Home of the free, yeah
Little pink houses for you and me
Ooh yeah, for you and me
Listenin' to a rockin' rollin' station
He's got greasy hair, greasy smile
He says, "Lord, this must be my destination"
'Cause they told me when I was younger
Said, "Boy, you're gonna be president"
But just like everything else those old crazy dreams
Just kinda came and went
Ain't that America? Somethin' to see, baby
Ain't that America? Home of the free, yeah
Little pink houses for you and me
Ah, yeah, baby, for you and me
What do they know, know, know?
Go to work in some high rise
And vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico, ooh, yeah
And there's winners and there's losers
But they ain't no big deal
'Cause the simple man, baby, pays for the thrills, the bills
The pills that kill
Ain't that America? Somethin' to see, baby
Ain't that America? Home of the free, yeah
Little pink houses for you and me, ooh
Ooh yeah
Ain't that America? Hey, somethin' to see, baby
Ain't that America? Oh, the home of the free
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Little pink houses, baby, for you and me
Ooh yeah
Sunday, October 13, 2024
Africa by Toto
Hear the drums echoing tonight
She's comin' in, 12:30 flight
Her moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
Hopin' to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say
"Hurry, boy, it's waiting there for you"
There's nothin' that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had, ooh-hoo
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what's right
Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
I seek to cure what's deep inside
Frightened of this thing that I've become
There's nothin' that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had, ooh-hoo
There's nothin' that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa (ooh, I'm gonna take the time)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had, ooh-hoo