Songs

Strawman (to Starman by Bowie. Written before he carked it, even)

Didn't know what year it was and the food was low
Stretched on the floor, so bored
The window showed grey men and sleep
The news delivered yearly said

Never a word, sight to fade
An open of the bored door, never made
This was no justice this was, murder! delayed!

It's the strawman, hogging all the rye
Stuffing all the clothes he can
With itchy awful dry
He's the strawman, with needle knife and thread
He's trying not to blow it
Cause he knows its so delicate
He sewed it
Started with a tunic
A strawed up cloak and tunic
A cloak, hat, pants and tunic

I had to do something, had repaired all my tools
Gleaming and glistening, I set them to
Some rattle at the door
Note on the floor, little treasure
Look out the window, there is a light

If we are cunning we may get out tonight
If we're stunning we leave behind a fright
We were cunning, left behind a sight
And a bundle of straw, Withers out.

Red Green Man to Yellow Submarine Beatles

In the town that I was spawned
Lived a man who claimed to be
Three hundred and twenty three
With a skin of mossy green

So we sat, counting wrinkles
But not a one, could we see
Time and age, or gravity
No effect, could we see

We all live in terr'r of this dude
We think he might be mad, we're certain that he's bad
We're all kept in the pocket of this guy
He stinks we don't know why
We gotta say goodbye

And our friends, all have boards.
Six feet above, many next door
Look another, and dig a grave

We all live in fear of this guy
He murders we don't know why
We'd ask but we're shy
Keeps us hid behind several doors
Nobody but the nude
We're feeling rather rude

*scraping sound of an axe being sharpened*

As we live, a life of ease
From from worry
Free from age
Kept alive only until
We've spawned another
Meat for the grill

We are nothing but a notch on his belt
A notch on his axe
A bump on the road
We can't figg out what we're gonna do
We're all turning blue
Think I'm gonna spew
Nothing left to say but stick it up your bum
You smell like rancid cream
You've naught but a bum
We hear some vehicles pulling up outside
Shame it took so long
The rest of us died





Revolutionaries Lament, to Linkin Park Crawling

Preeeeaching down the woooords
The woords they willl not feeel
Not ignoooring them
They willl not even hear 'em

There's something inside me that calls me to this calling
Illuming, agitating
This litany of words I fear is never ending
Controls them, I can't break...

Through this shield of lies
Their minds are closed to change
(Harveyfaunts and stabbing lies, I am convinced they believe them all)
I put my lungs to work
For this chooore

Preeeeaching down the woooords
The woords they willl not feeel
Not ignoooring them
They willl not even hear 'em

Step down to the ground I wait for a reaction
Exulting, refracting
My words hang in the air and bellies start to rumble
It's nothing, was nothing

Through this shield of lies
Their minds are closed to change
(Harveyfaunts and stabbing lies, I am convinced they believe them all)
I put my lungs to work
For this chooore

Preeeeaching down the woooords
The woords they willl not feeel
Not ignoooring them
They willl not even hear 'em

Preeeeaching down the woooords
The woords they willl not feeel
Not ignoooring them
They willl, they will not even hear 'em

I stretch the skies and push away the limits
(They willl not even hear em)
But can they find the will to even know and hear em
(Consoling, controlling)

Dramatics (to Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys)

Some folks ain't easy to love, harder to listen to
They'd rather mount every molehill and milk till gold
Silk underwear shown to each stranger
Each night begins with a new claim
If you don't give what they want, undivided attention
Faint hope they'll ride away

Leaders, don't let your newspawns grow up to *static* dramatics
Cause they'll fight and they'll suck
All of your time
Won't leave air for anyone else
Leaders, don't let your newspawns grow up to *crackle* dramatics
They'll never stay gone or ever alone
Filling your ear with vomit till you

Dramatics like big towns, the bigger the better for drama
Being blind can't read the laws, being sick they won't, no drama is ignored
Them that try and help em are treated like help, them that don't are sobbed at and mean
The universe is wrong and treats em different, refuses that honey
Only tears unending will heal this wound

Leaders, don't let your newspawns grow up to *static* dramatics
They'll moan and they'll groan, dig up each bone
Even with someone they claim to love
Leaders, don't let your newspawns grow up to *crackle* dramatics
Don't give em attention, a warm place to rest
Make em stop sobbing and simply say hush9