What are you listening to?

It's A Hit - by Rilo Kiley

any chimp can play human for a day
use his opposable thumbs to iron his uniform
and run for office on election day
and fancy himself a real decision maker
then deploy more troops than salt in a shaker

but it's a jungle when war is made
and you'll panic and throw your own sh*t at the enemy
the camera pulls back to reveal your true identity
look, it's a sheep in wolf's clothing
a smoking gun holding ape

any a**hole can open up a museum
put all of the things he loves on display
so everyone can see them
the house, a car, a thoughtful wife
ordinary moments in his ordinary life

but if she blinks or smiles she'll give you away
cause no one wants to pay to see her happiness
no one wants to pay to see her day to day
and I'm not buying it either
but I'll try selling it anyway

any idiot can play Greek for a day
and join a sorority or write a tragedy
and articulate all that pain
and maybe you'll get paid

but it's a sin when success complains
and your writers block, it don't mean sh*t
just throw it against the wall and see what sticks
gotta write a hit
I think this is it
it's a hit.

And if it's not
then it's a holiday for a hanging

any fool can play executioner for a day
and say with fingers pointed in both directions
"He went thataway
it's only a switch or syringe
I'm exempt from eternal sins..."

but you still wear a cross
and you think you're gonna get in

but the pardons never come from upstairs
they're always a moment too late
but it's entertainment
keep the crowd on their toes
it's justice and we're safe
It's not a hit, it's a holiday

It's a holiday for a hanging, yeah
It's a holiday for a hanging, yeah
It's a holiday for a hanging, yeah
It's a holiday for a hanging, yeah

It's a holiday for a hanging, yeah
 
Memories by Within Temptation

In this world you tried
Not leaving me alone behind
There's no other way
I'll pray to the gods let him stay
The memories ease the pain inside,
Now I know why

All of my memories keep you near
In silent moments
Imagine you'd be here.
All of my memories keep you near,
Your silent whispers, silent tears

Made me promise I'd try
To find my way back in this life
I hope there is a way
To give me a sign you're okay
Reminds me again it's worth it all
So I can go home

All of my memories keep you near
In silent moments
Imagine you'd be here
All of my memories keep you near
Your silent whispers, silent tears

Together in all these memories
I see your smile
All of the memories I hold dear
Darling, you know I'll love you
till the end of time

All of my memories keep you near
In silent moments,
Imagine you'd be here
All of my memories keep you near,
Your silent whispers, silent tears

All of my memories...
 
NATIVE AMERICAN (CD ONE) *Spirit of meditation*

I love and listen this one often, it's.....
Beautiful :)
 
Artist: Wax Mannequin
Album: Orchard and Ire
Title: Almost Everyone

War has begun
But they’re not about to tell us
That it’s a war with ourselves
That it’s ourselves against almost everyone

When this great war is done
there won’t be much self to speak of
and the people we’re afraid of
fold wise old hands
right ‘round you and me.

It’s a pencil in my eye
its’ a gun inside my finger
I’m an engine made of lie

Pencil in my eye
gun inside my fing
engine made of lie, lie, lie, lie.

War has begun
But they’re not supposed to tell us
cause it’s a war with ourselves
cause it’s ourselves against almost everyone

When this great war is done
there won’t be much self to speak of
and the people we’re afraid of
fold wise old hands
right ‘round you.

War has begun
But they’re not supposed to tell us
cause it’s a war with ourselves
It is ourselves against almost everyone

When this great war is done
there won’t be much self to speak of
and the folks we’re all afraid of
they fold wise old hands
right ‘round them, them, them.

You, me, you and me
you, me
them, them, them
You, me, You and me
You and me.

2007 Wax Mannequin

_http://www.waxmannequin.com/

_http://www.myspace.com/waxmannequin

The MP3 of the haunting "Worrier's Feast" From the CD "Orchard and Ire" can be
(downloaded fer free clean and legal like!) at the review of the CD here...

_http://www.wolveshawksandkites.com/2007/08/18/wax-mannequin-orchard-ire/

There is also a free CD quality MP3 download of the saucy "Tell the Doctor" from the classic Wax Mannequin "The Price" CD.

If you like infectious music that will always make you smile, I highly recommend Wax Mannequin.
 
Alice In Chains -- Angry Chair

Sitting on an angry chair
Angry walls that steal the air
Stomach hurts and I don't care

What do I see across the way, hey
See myself molded in clay, oh
Stares at me, yeah I'm afraid, hey
Changing the shape of his face, aw yeah

Candles red I have a pair
Shadows dancing everywhere
Burning on the angry chair

Little boy made a mistake, hey
Pink cloud has now turned to gray, oh
All that I want is to play, hey
Get on your knees, time to pray, boy

I don't mind, yeah
I don't mind, I-I-I [2x]
Lost my mind, yeah
But I don't mind, I-I-I
Can't find it anywhere
I don't mind

Corporate prison, we stay, hey
I'm a dull boy, work all day, oh
So I'm strung out anyway, hey

Loneliness is not a phase
Field of pain is where I graze
Serenity is far away

Saw my reflection and cried, hey
So little hope that I died, oh
Feed me your lies, open wide, hey
Weight of my heart, not the size, oh

I don't mind, yeah
I don't mind, I-I-I [2x]
Lost my mind, yeah
But I don't mind, I-I-I
Can't find it anywhere
I don't mind, I-I-I

Pink cloud has now turned to gray
All that I want is to play
Get on your knees time to pray, boy
 
Title: BITTER SWEET SYMPHONY lyrics

Artist: The Verve



'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony this life
Trying to make ends meet, you're a slave to the money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah
No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold , I am here in my mold
But I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no

Well, I've never prayed,
But tonight I'm on my knees, yeah
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind , I feel free now
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now

No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold , I am here with my mold
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no

(Well have you ever been down?)
(I can't change, I can't change...)
(Ooooohhhhh...)

'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony this life
Trying to make ends meet, trying to find some money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah
You know I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no
I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no
I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no

(It justs sex and violence melody and silence)
(It justs sex and violence melody and silence)
(I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down)
(It justs sex and violence melody and silence)
(I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down)
(Been down)
(Ever been down)
(Ever been down)(Lalalalalalaaaaaaaa...)
(Ever been down)
(Ever been down)
(Have you ever been down?)
(Have you ever been down?)
(Have you ever been down?)
 
Thrill of It All -- Black Sabbath

Inclination of direction, walk the turned and twisted rift
With the children of creation futuristic dreams we sift
Clutching violently we whisper with a liquefying cry
Any deadly final answers that are surely doomed to die

Won't you help me Mr. Jesus, won't you tell me if you can?
When you see this world we live in, do you still believe in Man?
If my songs become my freedom, and my freedom turns to gold
Then I'll ask the final question, if the answer could be sold

Well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it
'Cause I've got no reason to lie, yeah
Forget your problems that don't even exist
And I'll show you a way to get high, oh yeah
Oh yeah!

So come along, you know you matter to me
Remember freedom is not hard to find, yeah
Time to stop all your messing around
Don't you think that I know my own mind, oh yeah
Oh yeah!

Why can't you believe, it's not here to perceive
Do you always have to be told, yeah
For you have been taught that if your mind has been bought
Life's entire answer was sold, oh yeah
Oh yeah!
 
"Sabbath Bloody Sabbath" -- Black Sabbath

You've seen life through distorted eyes
You know you had to learn
The execution of your mind
You really had to turn
The race is run the book is read
The end begins to show
The truth is out, the lies are old
But you don't want to know

Nobody will ever let you know
When you ask the reasons why
They just tell you that you're on your own
Fill your head all full of lies

The people who have crippled you
You want to see them burn
The gates of life have closed on you
And now there's just no return
You're wishing that the hands of doom
Could take your mind away
And you don't care if you don't see again
The light of day

Nobody will ever let you know
When you ask the reasons why
They just tell you that you're on your own
Fill your head all full of lies

Where can you run to
What more can you do
No more tomorrow
Life is killing you
Dreams turn to nightmares
Heaven turns to hell
Burned out confusion
Nothing more to tell

Everything around you
What's it coming to
God knows as your dog knows
Bog blast all of you
Sabbath Bloody Sabbath
Nothing more to do
Living just for dying
Dying just for you
 
John Lennon - Working Class Hero

As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,

A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
Till you're so fu*king crazy you can't follow their rules,

A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can't really function you're so full of fear,

A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still fu*king peasents as far as I can see,

A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

There's room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,

A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.

If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.
 
The Best Way to Travel - The Moody Blues


And you can fly,
High as a kite, if you want to
Faster than light, if you want to
Speeding through the universe,
Thinking is the best way to travel.

It's all a dream,
Light passing by on a screen,
And there's you and I on a beam,
Speeding through the universe,
Thinking is the best way to travel.

We ride the wave,
Distance is gone, will we find out
How life began, will we find out
Speeding through the universe,
Thinking is the best way to travel.
 
My father recently introduced me to this epic masterpiece. I ordered the album as soon as I got home. Since I got it, it's been in the car.

Queen, Innuendo:

Ooh ooh

While the sun hangs in the sky and the desert has sand
While the waves crash in the sea and meet the land
While there's a wind and the stars and the rainbow
Till the mountains crumble into the plain

Oh yes, we'll keep on trying
Tread that fine line
Oh, we'll keep on trying
Yeah
Just passing our time

Ooh ooh

While we live according to race, colour or creed
While we rule by blind madness and pure greed
Our lives dictated by tradition, superstition, false religion
Through the eons and on and on

Oh, yes, we'll keep on trying, yeah
We'll tread that fine line
Oh oh we'll keep on trying
Till the end of time
Till the end of time

Through the sorrow all through our splendour
Don't take offence at my innuendo

Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh
Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh

You can be anything you want to be
Just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be
Be free with your tempo, be free, be free
Surrender your ego - be free, be free to yourself

Ooh ooh, yeah

If there's a God or any kind of justice under the sky
If there's a point, if there's a reason to live or die
Ha, if there's an answer to the questions we feel bound to ask
Show yourself - destroy our fears - release your mask
Oh yes, we'll keep on trying
Hey, tread that fine line
(yeah) yeah
We'll keep on smiling, yeah
(yeah) (yeah) (yeah)
And whatever will be - will be
We'll just keep on trying
We'll just keep on trying
Till the end of time
Till the end of time
Till the end of time
 
Bruce Springsteen

Mrs. McGrath

"Oh, Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said
"Would you like a soldier of your son Ted
With a scarlett coat and a big cocked hat
Oh, Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that?"

Chorus:
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

Now, Mrs. McGrath lived on the shore
And after seven years or more
She spied a ship coming into the bay
With her son from far away"

"Oh captain dear, where have you been
You´ve been sailing the Mediterranean
Have you news of my son Ted
Is he living or is he dead?"

Chorus

Up came Ted without any legs
And in their place, two wooden pegs.
She kissed him a dozen times or two
And said "My god, Ted is it you"

"Now were you drunk or were you blind
When you left your two fine legs behind
Or was it walking upon the sea
That wore your two fine legs away?"

Chorus

"No, I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind
When I left my two fine legs behind
A cannon ball on the fifth of May
Tore my two fine legs away"

"My Teddyboy," the widow cried
"Your two fine legs were your mothers pride
Stumps of a tree won't do at all
Why didn't you run from the cannon ball?"

Chorus

"All foreign wars I do proclaim
live on the blood and the mothers pain
I'd rather have my son as he used to be
Than the King of America and his whole navy"
 
Perfect System - Oingo Boingo

I'm in love with you I know
And I know that you love me too
I'm in love with you I know
I'm in love with everyone too
We're all comrades now you know
We're all brothers under the skin
With a few adjustments now
Living in the perfect system

The adjustment's simple there is really no pain
You'll hardly notice anything has changed
Living in a programmed life
Never really has ups and downs
There's no need for fighting now
There's no reason to wear a frown

In a perfect system
There's no confrontation
Unnecessary friction
To impede our concentration
We've simply done away with
Unnecessary friction

I live in a system
I got an occupation
I get enough nutrition
By eating protein biscuits
Recommended by the system
It's routine regulation
I had an operation . . .

I'm in love with you I know
And I know that you love me too
I'm in love with you I know
I'm in love with everyone too

I can tell by the look in your blank dull eyes
That you agree, but I'm not a bit surprised!

Living in a programmed life never really has ups and downs
There's no need for fighting now
There's no reason to wear a frown

I had an operation
With no adverse reaction
They tapped into my brain some
It helped me see the reason
For living in the system
It helped me see the reason

(we're all brothers in a perfect world)
In a perfect world there's uniformity
(we're all brothers in a perfect world)
In a perfect world there's continuity
(we're all brothers in a perfect world)
There's no need for spontaneity
Perfect system we're all brothers to the end
Brothers to the end
Brothers to the end

I know
And I know that you love me too
(brothers to the end) I know
I'm in love with everyone too
(brothers to the end) I know
We're all comrades under the skin
(brothers to the end) I know
Living in a perfect system
Brothers to the end
 
Dream Theater - Six Degrees of Inner Turbulance

6th Degree - Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence [42:04]
music by Myung, Petrucci, Portnoy, Rudess


I. OVERTURE [06:49]
(instrumental)


II. ABOUT TO CRASH - [lyrics by John Petrucci] [05:51]

She can't stop pacing
She never felt so alive
Her thoughts are racing
Set on overdrive

It takes a village
This she knows is true
they're expecting her
And she's got work to do

He helplessly stands by
It's meaningless to try
As he rubs his red-rimmed eyes
He says I've never seen her get this bad

Even though she seems so high
He knows that she can't fly
and when she falls out of the sky
He'll be standing by

She was raised in a small midwestern town
By a charming and eccentric loving father
She was praised as the perfect teenage girl
And everyone thought highly of her

And she tried everyday
With endless drive
To make the grade
Then one day
She woke up to find
The perfect girl
Had lost her mind

Once barely taking a break
Now she sleeps the days away
She helplessly stands by
It's meaningless to try
All she wants to do is cry
No one ever knew she was so sad

Cause even though she gets so high
And thinks that she can fly
She will fall out of the sky
But in the face of misery
She found hopefulness
Feeling better
She had weathered
This depression

Much to her advantage
She resumed her frantic pace
Boundless power
Midnight hour
She enjoyed the race


III. WAR INSIDE MY HEAD - [lyrics by Mike Portnoy] [02:08]

Napalm showers
Showed the cowards
We weren't there to mess around

Through heat exhaustion
And mind distortion
A military victory mounted on innocent ground

Hearing voices from miles away
Saying things never said
Seeing shadows in the light of the day
Waging a war inside my head

Years and years of
Bloodshed and warfare
Our mission was only to get in and kill

A free vacation
Of palmtrees and shrapnel
Trading innocence for permanent psychotic hell

Hearing voices from miles away
Saying things never said
Seeing shadows in the light of the day
Waging a war inside my head

Feeling strangers staring my way
Reading minds never read
Tasting danger with each word I say
Waging a war inside my head


IV. THE TEST THAT STUMPED THEM ALL - [lyrics by Mike Portnoy] [05:03]

Standing in the darkness
Waiting for the light
The smell of pure adrenaline
Burning in the night

Random blinding flashes
Aiming at the stage
Intro tape begins to roll
Igniting sonic rage

Still they keep me between these hollow walls
Hoping to find in me
The answers to the test that stumped them all

"The boy is simply crazy
Suffering from delusions
We honestly think that maybe
He might need an institution

He lives in a world of fiction
And really could use some help
We have just the place to fix him
To save him from himself"

Curled up in the darkness
Searching for the light
The smell of stale sweat and s*
Streaming through the night

Random urine testing
Pills red, pink and blue
Counseling and therapy
Providing not a clue

Still they keep me between these hollow walls
Hoping to find in me
The answers to the test that stumped them all

"We can't seem to find the answers
He seemed such a clear cut case
We cannot just let him leave here
And put all this work to waste

Why don't we try shock treatment
It really might do some help
We have just the tools to fix him
To save him from himself"


V. GOODNIGHT KISS - [lyrics by Mike Portnoy] [06:17]

Goodnight kiss in your nightgown
Lavender in your bed
So innocent as you lie down
Sweet dreams that run through your head

Are you lonely without Mommy's love?
I want you to know I'd die for that moment
You're just a poor girl
Afraid of this cruel world
Taken away from it all

It's been 5 years to the day and
My tainted blood's still the same
I can't help acting this way and
Those bastard doctors are gonna pay

I'm so lonely without baby's love
I want you to know I'd die for one more moment
I'm just a poor girl
Afraid of this cruel world
Taken away from it all


VI. SOLITARY SHELL - [lyrics by John Petrucci] [05:47]

He seemed no different from the rest
Just a healthy normal boy
His mama always did her best
And he was daddy's pride and joy

He learned to walk and talk on time
But never cared much to be held
and steadily he would decline
Into his solitary shell

As a boy he was considered somewhat odd
Kept to himself most of the time
He would daydream in and out of his own world
but in every other way he was fine

He's a Monday morning lunatic
Disturbed from time to time
Lost within himself
In his solitary shell

A temporary catatonic
Madman on occasion
When will he break out
Of his solitary shell

He struggled to get through his day
He was helplessly behind
He poured himself onto the page
Writing for hours at a time

As a man he was a danger to himself
Fearful and sad most of the time
He was drifting in and out of sanity
But in every other way he was fine

He's a Monday morning lunatic
Disturbed from time to time
Lost within himself
In his solitary shell

A momentary maniac
With casual delusions
When will he be let out
Of his solitary shell


VII. ABOUT TO CRASH (REPRISE) - [lyrics by John Petrucci] [04:04]

I'm alive again
The darkness far behind me
I'm invincible
Despair will never find me

I feel strong
I've got a new sense of elation
Boundless energy
Euphoria fixation

Still it's hard to just get by
It seems so meaningless to try
When all I want to do is cry
Who would ever know I felt so sad

Even though I get so high
I know that I will never fly
And when I fall out of the sky
Who'll be standing by

Will you be standing by


VIII. LOSING TIME/GRAND FINALE - [lyrics by John Petrucci] [06:01]

She dresses in black everyday
She keeps her hair simple and plain
She never wears makeup
But no one would care if she did anyway

She doesn't recall yesterday
Faces seem twisted and strange
But she always wakes up
Only to find she'd been miles away

Absence of awareness
Losing time
A lapse of perception
Losing time

Wanting to escape
She had created a way to survive
She learned to detach from herself
A behavior that kept her alive

Hope in the face of our human distress
Helps us to understand the turbulence deep inside
That takes hold of our lives
Shame and disgrace over mental unrest
Keeps us from saving those we love
The grace within our hearts
And the sorrow in our souls
Deception of fame
Vengeance of war
Lives torn apart
Losing oneself
Spiraling down
Feeling the walls closing in
A journey to find
The answers inside
Our illusive mind
 
This one by War has been going through my head the last few days:

Don't you know?
That it's true,
That for me,
And for you,
The world is a ghetto.
 
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