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Ladder of Rope
03:15
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Ladder of Rope
Now the day has arrived
And you look to the skies
You know you should be moving on.
What you see through your eyes
When you try not to cry
Is the chance to really get things done.
You’ve said your goodbyes
Between the telling of lies
And the feelings that you had for some.
But I don’t care how many roads you’ll travel,
I don’t care about the fields you’ll tend,
And I don’t care about the riddles you’ll unravel—
All I want is for us to be friends.
You say you’re not so sure
And you question what it’s for
And you rather would be standing still.
If you walk through that door
Can you enter any more
Are you drawn to someone else’s will?
Well, there’s not much surprise
When you’ve seen paradise
Could you swallow such a bitter pill?
I don’t care about the moods and changes,
And I don’t care about the flowers you’ll send,
I don’t care about your living arrangements—
All I want is for us to be friends.
I’m sure that you wouldn’t trust anybody less kind,
Or you wouldn’t trust what others have sown;
You wouldn’t put out a burning fire,
If that fore was a love that’s grown,
Like you…Oh, like you!
If it’s life that we face
When we try to embrace
Then it’s its love that keeps us going on.
It’s so hard to defend
A life that’s been spent
Trying to do it all alone.
May we always be friends
May we never pretend
It’s too late to ever go back home.
All I care is that you reach above you
And see the world as a latter of rope.
I’ll catch you when you are tired of shaking,
‘Cause as friends, we are friends in hope,
‘Cause as friends, we are friends in hope—
All I want is for us to be friends.
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2. |
Letter from Allison
02:24
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Letter from Allison
Woke up this morning with the sun in my eyes,
Slept on the porch waiting for a surprise,
But I'm not waiting for the telephone,
I'm waiting for the mail to come
With a letter from Allison.
I met her from a distance, I met her on the run,
And though I haven't seen her, i want that day to come,
So I'm not going to the cinema,
I'm waiting for the mail to come
With a letter from Allison.
She says she's getting to know me from the inside out;
She says the eyes of the soul know what it's all about.
I think she likes me--well I like her, too;
She seems to know what she's going through.
I'll keep on writing so I can figure it out, too.
Oh, Allison!
Mailman, mailman--wont you be my friend,
Do you have a a letter or a card from Allison?
Mailman, mailman, won;t you help me please--
Do you have a package or a parcel from Allie?
Mailman, mailman, why won't you be my pal
Here's hoping all the mail you got is all from Allison.
I don't know her from Eve, but I like what I read;
She seems to tell the truth, and honey, that;s what i need.
Can't help but think of her, can't hep but dream;
Can all the words between us say just what we mean?
I'm not waiting for The News at Seven;
I'm just a-waiting for the mail to come
With a letter form Allison,
With a letter from Allison--
Allison.
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It’s a Wonderful Thing (This Thing Called Love)
It’s a wonderful thing, this thing called love,
It’s a wonderful thing to feel your heart go
Skipping along without a care or a clue,
But you better beware of the things it can do.
I met her downtown; she was reading the paper—
The sky was such a blue, it left me still.
It made me think all about this lonely drifter
Who never stopped long enough
To think about what he was feeling,
Or never cared deep enough
To know his heart was reeling…and telling him.
I brushed up beside her and I said I was sorry—
She smiled, so I asker her what was new.
She said something sad about some suffering children—
Her smile disappeared
And I turned my eyes down to the floor;
For a moment I thought
It was the two of us against the world—
Would we live to sing…
That it’s a wonderful thing, this thing called love
It’s a wonderful thing to feel your heart go
Skipping along without a care or a clue
But you better beware of the things it can do.
The autumn wind was cold and she started to shiver,
I asked if she’d like something warm to drink.
In a pub, beside a fire, we sipped hot cocoa—
She talked long and hard
About the great dream that was the 60’s
(Yeah, yeah, yeah).
But I listened with the ears
Of a man who preferred the 50’s
(Do wop dee do wop, meet me at the soda shoppe!).
She invited me back to her place
(Did you wanna…?)—
She thought she met a man
Who would help her put her scrapbook...
…In order to untie her lace
(Did you wanna…?)—
I’d quote Rousseau at length
And pretend to know the meaning of…
This wonderful thing, this thing called love,
It’s a wonderful thing to feel your heart go
Skipping along without a care or a clue,
But you better beware of the things it can do.
Nothing happened, really, I couldn’t play it much safer;
I grabbed my coat, she lit her cigarette.
Before I left, I thought about the lonely drifter—
If I hurried, I could catch him at the station
We could go for a ride;
We could talk about
Politics, religion, the weather, and art—
But not a blessed word about this…
Wonderful thing, this thing called love,
It’s a wonderful thing to feel your heart go
Skipping along without a care or a clue,
But you better beware of the things it can do.
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4. |
The Sails
04:18
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The Sails
If I could have anything I want in this world,
I’d settle for a slice of the truth.
Of all the bad parts I played back in school,
The best one I played was the fool.
With eyes that were closed and lips that were sealed,
I’d follow the crowd to the end.
Pretending to know everybody so well ,
Not knowing that few were my friend,
The few that I knew.
Deliver me from this foolish crowd,
This boat adrift at sea,
For you are the friend who fills the sails,
For you are the friend who still believes in me.
When I met you, I thought, now here is a man
Who dwells in a place so alone.
Armed with conviction, but bound by restriction—
A battle that had to be won.
With a voice like a grin and a patience so thin,
You’d sing with more than your heart.
You have no allegiance to a flag or a notion,
But you still remain true to the part that you lay with your soul.
Deliver me from this foolish crowd,
This boat adrift at sea,
For you are the friend who fills the sails,
For you are the friend who still believes in me.
In an age of such doubt, sometimes I’m paralyzed with fear;
When I look all about I see so few who really care,
And have eyes that really see,
And a heart that really feels ,
And words that profess to know some truth
And something in which to believe…
Something in which to believe.
In a world such as this, we pay the price
When we look too hard for the sun.
For fame and fortune are just thimbles of salt
In the face of a war that is won
With bullets of pride and positions of strength
That eternally keep us apart
From the fruit of our labors and the hope that our neighbors
Will let us inside of their hearts…inside of their hearts.
Deliver me from this foolish crowd,
This boat adrift at sea,
For you are the friend who fills the sails,
For you are the friend who still believes in me.
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5. |
Short-Sleeved Romeo
02:50
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Short-Sleeved Romeo
I can’t stand it, I abhor it,
I flip through the channels to find some clue
Why I just can’t ignore it,
And even when they can’t get my attention,
I absorb it, gotta store it.
Oh, I can see why a weaker mind like mine
Can’t come to grips with how I spend my time.
I can’t stand it; yet, I adore it.
I rip through the dial and I listen to the rhythm,
Though it bores me; it ignores me.
I dance with myself and pretend
I’m the star on the marquee—
I’m a lackey…
Who mounts the new idols on the bedroom wall
Just to tear them down when a New Age calls—
I have no devotion at all.
I just don’t know what to think,
What to believe anymore;
I just don’t know what to listen to
Or watch or record;
I just don’t know much of anything anymore.
It’s the best thing, it’s the worst thing,
I gotta long list and the gist of the list—
It’s the top ten of anything, it’s all I can read,
‘Cause I only have time for the mainstream
It’s bad dream.
Oh, those who say that a New Age calls
Have got my vote, though I don’t vote at all—
I have no devotion or soul.
I’m in love, but I hate it—
I’ve got every reason in the world to leave,
But I’m staying.
She is packing;
She’s got every reason in the world to stay,
But she’s leaving—
Should I be grieving?
Well, if it all comes down to the beating of a heart,
I’m a short-sleeved Romeo who has to think hard,
But I’d rather sit here and play my guitar—
Nah nah nah nah na nan a nah na nah.
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6. |
Fandango
04:38
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Fandango
I’m down on my luck today,
You are young, I am old and grey,
But we both have so much to say—
Let’s slip away—me and you.
Let’s get out of this highway town,
If we stay it’ll bring us down.
I can’t wait ‘til you come around.
Who cares what the others say?
We’ll do the Last Tango.
There’s nobody in this world
Who wouldn’t do the fandango with you.
If I could give you the world, I would,
But I’m afraid I’d be misunderstood—
Everything could be so damn good,
As long as we tell no lies.
Why is life measured out in time,
We are living on the same straight line,
Getting off shouldn’t be a crime—
Then why are we so scared
To do the Last Tango?
There’s nobody in this world
Who wouldn’t do the fandango with you.
This is no dream, no fantasy scream.
I don’t know anyone but you.
In your eyes, I see beauty there,
A brave heart and a soul that’s fair,
Words and laughter from a mind so clear—
Can you see through to me?
I see doubt streaming down your face,
You don’t think we can run this race;
Walk with me to a better place.
I’ll carry you in my heart,
I’ll hold you in my soul,
I’ll wash you in my tears,
I’ll protect you with my life.
And I’ll do the fandango with you.
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7. |
Common Star
02:42
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Common Star
I’ll bet you never thought that
We would be good neighbors,
I’ll bet you thought that
We would never come to terms,
Me, in this land of song and dance—
I welcome this chance.
You thought that we would
Never come to understand you,
You thought that that we could
Never know of all your fears,
You, in a bounty stretched so far—
We share a common star.
But for the sake of a doubt
We could all live without—
A dark and empty pride
In a world where it collides.
Not for the old an angry voices
That drown out common sense—
There is no hope and glory
When hate can go so far
Especially when we share a common star.
We both dream about a world
Where we could be free,
We both wonder how it feels
To just belong,
We love to win, but in our hearts
We’d rather get along.
Yet, there are those that think
That peace is the dream of children,
And there are those who say
That hope is out of style—
This point can only stretch so far
When you share a common star.
There is no private ocean,
There is no private space,
And all these fingers pointed
Will be cut off in a race,
And no amount of praying
Or wishing in a well
Can ever help to shake
This flag of fury anymore,
Especially when we share a common star.
No, we mustn’t try to shake
This flag of fury anymore
Especially when we share a common star.
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8. |
Tubula Rasa
03:56
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Tubula Rasa
Woke up this morning and fell out of bed,
I had these crazy thoughts inside my head.
I saw a world where the news was good,
Where most f the people behaved as they should.
I asked my doctor if he saw it, too—
He said:”Tubula Rasa’s got a hold on you.
There’s no prescription, there’s no drug you can take,
It ain’t your brain, it’s your soul that’s awake.
You can turn it on, turn it up, or turn it off at will—
It’s just a different kind of dose of the television pill.
You can’t fight it, you can’t beat it—gotta go with to flow:
Tubula Rasa’s got a hold on yo!
You can see it in the eyes of the young and the old,
The rich and the poor, the shy and the bold.
There ain’t much point in you dustin’ off your broom
When Tubula Rasa’s living in your living room.
No matter what, you can’t run, you can’t hide—
Tubua Rasa’s gonna be by your side
Its pervasive, it permeates your priori,
If you try to shake it, baby—get a new recipe.
So, relax, forget your troubles and take off your shoes—
Tubula Rasa’s gotta hold on youse!
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9. |
Technology
03:29
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Technology
Technology—Whatcha doin’ to me?
Technology—Whatcha doin’ to me?
Technology—Whatcha doin’ to me?
What used to be easy, now I don’t understand
Can you guve me the reason, can you give me the plan?
Somehow you make me feel that I’m less than I am—
It’s so hard to reason with myself about…
Technology—Whatcha doin’ to me?
Technology—Whatcha doin’ to me?
By pushing these buttons, am I part of the wheel?
Don’t disconnect me, give me reason to feel.
Don’t leave me behind—that’s not part of the deal.
Give me one good reason to believe…
Technology—Whatcha doin’ to me?
Technology—Whatcha doin’ to me?
All you high tech soldiers, with your loose salute—
Don’t try to unplug me, don’t give me the boot,
I give you my heart, but all you want is my loot,
But I can’t find a reason to refuse…
Technology
Technology…
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10. |
The Tide Recedes
05:24
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The Tide Recedes
Oh, my God—the body stinks!
Another kid has washed ashore.
The crime has poisoned all we drink,
Soon the rats will settle the score…
Oh, I adore the moon.
Corporations get their kicks
By dining with the new dictators.
We design their governments
To shoot their load and pay the bill later.
Who is the waiter, who is the maître’d?
The courts up for hire,
The kings all conspire
To light the bonfire…
Trash cans sink beneath the petrol sun,
Oh, yes! Thy Will Be Done,
Unless the tide recedes…tonight.
Luck is a collapsing bridge,
Life is like a smokestack lightning.
Where is all the foliage?
Smell the air—there’s something burning,
Children are screaming
And peasants are poisoned somewhere.
The signal is scrambled,
Political gamble,
A broken Preamble…
Holy Meltdown greets the New Creators,
Evacuation Days are here again,
Unless the tide recedes…tonight.
Someday the gods are gonna come from the sky
And they’ll take a look around;
From the counting house we’ll all try to look them in the eye
And cop a plea to be found.
Zealous Rapture! Holy Retribution!
Us and Them!
We’ll be speaking in tongues
To the Holy Clean Messiah,
Giving our lungs
To the Holy Clean Messiah,
Coming undone
For the Holy Clean Messiah,
Killing our young,
For the Holy Clean Messiah!
Jesus should have stayed around
When he broke the Moneychangers;
When He left the chips were found
And soon they bought and razed the Manger
We should have known it,
You don’t need a poet to see
That whenever the ballot’s
(Think think think before you vote vote vote)
The rich man’s palette—
(Take your time time time time)
By that time we’ve had it.
Dolphins screaming, eagles lost at sea,
And I can only pray that
The tide recedes…tonight…tonight.
Someday something is gonna crawl from the slime—
It’s gonna take a look around;
And from the Slag-Heap Altar of the Ministry of Crime
Will preach the Heirs to the Crown:
Robots, Automatons, Replicants, and Androids—
Laughing little Mutants all singing the praise
Of the Holy Dream Messiah,
Feeling the rain
Of the Holy Dream Messiah,
Giving their pay
To the Holy Dream Messiah.
Let’s call it a day
For all the Dream Messiahs!
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11. |
Kaleidoscope Heart
05:41
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(You’re like) Deck Chair Arrangements on the Titanic
(You’re like) Deck Chair Arrangements on the Titanic
There’s no room for you animals in the Ark,
There’s plenty of apples to feast on in Eden Park.
Here’s a map to the Oracle,
Look out for Oedipus, he’s on the road,
He married his mother, but he didn’t know—
He was such a stupid get,
Light up another cigarette.
(You’re like) Deck Chair Arrangements on the Titanic
(You’re like) Deck Chair Arrangements on the Titanic
Caligula—he’s such a lovely ladies man,
Et tu, Brutae—he will be your very best friend.
Here’s some tickets for the Hindenburg,
Genghis Khan was an all-beef nerd,
He couldnlt even conjugate a verb.
If Caesar’s hands and tongue were tied,
Attila would have been his bride.
(You don’t think so?)
Joan of Arc—she will set your heart on fire,
The Lollipop Guild are cousins of the Marquis deSade.
And if it’s true that all we are is clay,
Why isn’t Gumby president today?
We are so close but so far away
Though Gabriel is at your gate,
Beelzebub may be your date.
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Edward Morneau Salem, Massachusetts
Edward Morneau has been a musician and songwriter most of his life. His focus on multiple genres and interest on sound collage experimentation makes his music hard to classify. His muses range from Beatles, Brian Wilson, Randy Newman, XTC, Kinks, Iris DeMent to Mahler, Shostakovich, Penderecki & Zappa. His background as an English & Film teacher gives humor and striking imagery to his songs. ... more
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