Sonic Youth - Teenage Riot

[kim]
You're it
No, you're it
Hey, you're really it
You're it
No I mean it, you're it

Say it
Don't spray it
Spirit desire (face me)
Spirit desire (don't displace me)
Spirit desire
We will fall

Miss me
Don't dismiss me

Spirit desire

Spirit desire [x3]
We will fall
Spirit desire
We will fall
Spirit desire [x3]
We will fall
Spirit desire
We will fall

[thurston]
Everybody's talking 'bout the stormy weather
And what's a man do to but work out whether it's true?
Looking for a man with a focus and a temper
Who can open up a map and see between one and two

Time to get it
Before you let it
Get to you

Here he comes now
Stick to your guns
And let him through

Everybody's coming from the winter vacation
Taking in the sun in a exaltation to you
You come running in on platform shoes
With marshall stacks
To at least just give us a clue
Ah, here it comes
I know it's someone I knew

Teenage riot in a public station
Gonna fight and tear it up in a hypernation for you

Now I see it
I think I'll leave it out of the way
Now I come near you
And it's not clear why you fade away

Looking for a ride to your secret location
Where the kids are setting up a free-speed nation, for you
Got a foghorn and a drum and a hammer that's rockin'
And a cord and a pedal and a lock, that'll do me for now

It better work out
I hope it works out my way
'cause it's getting kind of quiet in my city's head
Takes a teen age riot to get me out of bed right now

You better look it
We're gonna shake it
Up to him

He acts the hero
We paint a zero
On his hand

We know it's down
We know it's bound too loose
Everybody's sound is round it
Everybody wants to be proud to choose
So who's to take the blame for the stormy weather
You're never gonna stop all the teenage leather and booze

It's time to go round
A one man showdown
Teach us how to fail

We're off the streets now
And back on the road
On the riot trail

eliott smith - southern belle

killing a southern belle is all you know how to do
that and give other people hell
it's what they expect from you too
but i wouldn't have you how you want
i don't wanna walk around
i don't even want to breathe
i live in a southern town
where all you can do is grit yr teeth
but i wouldn't have you how you want
how come you're not ashamed of what you are?
and sorry that you're the one she got?
ain't nobody looking now
nobody nothing's said
no one's about to shout
nobody's seen red
but i wouldn't have you how you want
you're killing a southern belle
killing a southern belle
killing a southern belle

Keane
Somewhere Only We Know


I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?

[break]

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
So why don't we go

This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?

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 fucking 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 fucking 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.

Working Class Hero - John Lennon. my favorite Lennon song.

Disposable Heros - Metallica(when they were a real band.)

Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
Victim of what said should be
a servant `til I fall


Soldier boy, made of clay
now an empty shell
twenty one, only son
but he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
just do as we say
finished here, Greeting Death
he's yours to take away

Back to the front
you will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
you will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
you coward
you servant
you blindman

Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now
sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker trends
bodies fill the fields I see
the slaughter never ends



Why, Am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, Hell is here

I was born for dying

Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
had no chance to see myself, moulded day by day
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
left to die with only friend
Alone I clench my gun

Back to the front.

A Perfect Circle - Pet

Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep

Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come

Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble

Head down, go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Pay no mind what other voices say
They don't care about you, like I do, like I do
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do.

Just stay with me, safe and ignorant,
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come
Count the bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble

Head down, go to sleep to the rhythm of the war drums

I'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and all your demons

I'll be the one to protect you from
A will to survive and a voice of reason

I'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and your choices son
They're one in the same
I must isolate you
Isolate and save you from yourself

Swayin to the rhythm of the new world order and
Count the bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums

The boogeymen are coming
The boogeymen are coming

Keep your head down, go to sleep, to the rhythm of a war drums

Stay with me
Safe and ignorant
Just stay with me
Hold you and protect you from the other ones
The evil ones
Don't love you son,
Go back to sleep

Revolution (30 seconds to mars)

Tonight, there's a revolution
Tonight, we're going to war
We're going to war
We're going tonight
You better make a decision
Tonight, We're going to war
We're going to war
I'm not a patriot
I'm not illegal
I'm not a fugitive
I'm an American
I'm an American
I think you need some education
I think you need some thought control
Tonight, there is a situation
Tonight, it's the end of the world
It's the end of the world
It's the end of tonight
We'll take control of the nation
Tonight, we take control of the world
We take control of the world
I'm not a patriot
I'm not illegal
I'm not a fugitive
I'm an American
I'm an American
Come lets crush these weak defenses
Let's all lose our self-control
We will fight the false- pretenses
And break the arm that has a hold
Come lets crush the opposition
And let us not do what we're told
We can kill the competition
And brake the face off of the mold
I'm not a patriot
I'm not illegal
I'm not a fugitive
I'm an American
I'm an American
I think you need some education
I think you need some thought control

Thanks, charma -- I love that song, although I'm more familiar with the Marianne Faithfull version, from Broken English.

Railroad Jerk, "Natalie"

Natalie, Natalie,
I wanna see your anatomy, baby

[falsetto] You can touch, but you can't look!
You can touch, but you can't look!
...

Revolution (30 seconds to mars)

Tonight, there's a revolution
Tonight, we're going to war
We're going to war
We're going tonight
You better make a decision
Tonight, We're going to war
We're going to war
I'm not a patriot
I'm not illegal
I'm not a fugitive
I'm an American
I'm an American
I think you

and if you have five seconds to spare
i'll tell you the story of my life

Winterlong (Neil Young)

I waited for you, Winterlong
You seem to be where I belong.
It's all illusion anyway.

If things should ever turn out wrong
And all the love we have is gone,
It won't be easy on that day.

Waiting to follow
Through the dreamlight of your way
Is not so easy for me now.

Half the time has passed away
Things we thought of yesterday
Come back now, come back now.

Waiting to follow
Through the dreamlight of your way
Is not so easy for me now.

Half the time has passed away
Things we thought of yesterday
Come back now, come back now.

I waited for you Winterlong
You seem to be where I belong.

I waited for you Winterlong
You seem to be where I belong.

T.V casualty- the Misfits

there are paint smears on everything i own the vapor rub is lying on a table of filth christmas cards to which i never reply my eyeballs absorb only blue filtered light tv casualty, tv casualty we're all right tv casualty, tv casualty i wish they'd put prince namor on the tube hold on, i think i have to puke there's a spot in the corner where i always go i like to feed the flies that i know but please don't feed my television screen please don't feed my television screen please don't feed my television screen please don't feed my television screen tv casualty, tv casualty we're all right tv casualty, tv casualty babies in prison, they call it a womb nine month sentence, no paroles livers of steel stuck in your lungs breathe deep, we need a donor for blood jaguars at the cemetery cadillacs grazing at your grave zeniths grazing at your grave sonys grazing at your grave tv casualty, tv casualty we're all right tv casualty, tv casualty we're all right tv casualty, tv casualty

The Alkaline Trio
"This Could Be Love"

I've got a book of matches
I've got a can of kerosene
I've got some bright ideas involving you and me
I don't blame you for walking away
I'd do the same if I saw me
I shat the bed and laid there in it
Thinking of you wide awake for days
Wide awake for days

And I found you tongue-tied in my twisted little brain
You couldn't crack a smile
I didn't catch your name
I don't blame you for walking away
I'd do the same if I saw me
I swear it's not contagious
In four short steps we can erase this

Step one -- slit my throat
Step two -- play in my blood
Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four -- stop off at Edgebrook Creek and rinse those crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one

I'm like a broken record
I've got a needle scratching me
It injects the poison of alcohol I.V.
I don't blame you for walking away
I'd do the same if I saw me
I swear it's not contagious
I swear to God it's not contagious

Step one -- slit my throat
Step two -- play in my blood
Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four -- stop off at Lake Michigan and rinse those crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one

This could be love - love for fire
This could be love - love for fire
This could be love - love for fire
This could be love for fire forevermore

Step one -- slit my throat
Step two -- play in my blood
Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four -- stop off at Berkeley Marina and rinse those crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
One by one

my whole brain was out of tune
my whole brain was out of tune
I don't know how to tune a brain, do you?

went in to a brain shop
they said they'd have to rebuild the whole head
I said well, do what you gotta do

when i got my brain back, it didn't work right
didn't have as many good ideas
haven't really have a good idea since i got it fixed

-Morphine _My Brain_

attitude!
you got some fucken attitude (booger)

Carry me to your blue bed.

My memory was not serving me so correctly
(I walked in and kissed the wrong one.)
Is that what I want or is that what I am?
I respect you! (I inspect you.) I respect you! I respect you!

Carry me to your blue bed.

Watching you move is like sensing
the scheme of things pushing apart at the seams. Your gesture is knocking a hole in the air!
You perceive me. You receive me. You retrieve me. You reprieve me.

Carry me to your blue bed. Rushing up to meet me...

Knocking a hole I walked in and kissed
Is that what I want!
Sensing the scheme
watching you move I should know better.

I calculate, the buildings change and there I go again
emerging from the underground not knowing where I am.
A verdant park of small proportions underneath the sky,
the turtles' eggs, the dancing suns, the things I can't explain.
Mating monkeys filled the trees thus breaking all the rules.
The music that we danced to wasn't anything like this.


Martha and the Muffins - Several Styles of Blonde Girls Dancing

Bon Jovi - Living On A Prayer
I don't actually think these are particularly remarkable lyrics, I just have lots of fond memories of wailing along to this song. For a while, my friend's outgoing message was me wailing this song - very off-key - with 'Gimme 3 Steps' playing loudly in the background. It was so ugly, it was great.

Once upon a time not so long ago:
Tommy used to work on the docks
union's been on strike

He's down on his luck - It's tough
so tough.
Gina works the diner all day
working for her man

She brings home her pay for love
for love.

She says: We've got to hold on to what we've got
'Cause it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not.
We've got each other and that's a lot for love -
We'll give it a shot.

We're half way there - Livin' on a prayer

Take my hand and we'll make it
I swear - livin' on a prayer.

Tommy got his six string in hock.
Now he's holding in what he used to make it talk -
So tough
it's tough.
Gina dreams of running away
when she cries in the night
Tommy whispers: Baby
it's okay
someday.

We've got to hold on to what we've got...
We're half way there - Livin' on a prayer

We've got to hold on ready or not

You live for the fight when it's all that you've got.

We're half way there - Livin' on a prayer...

We're half way there - Livin' on a prayer...

We're half way there - Livin' on a prayer...

"California Uber Alles"
Dead Kennedys

I am Governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles
And never frowns
Soon I will be president

Carter power will soon go away
I will be Fuhrer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in school

California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California

Zen fascists will control you
100% natural
You will jog for the master race
And always wear the happy face

Close your eyes, can't happen here
Big Bro' on white horse is near
The hippies won't come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay

California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California

Now it is 1984
Knock knock at your front door
It's the suede/denim secret police
They have come for your uncool neice

Come quitely to the camp
You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don't you worry, it's only a shower
For your clothes here's a pretty flower

Die on organic poison gas
Serpent's egg's already hatched
You will crack, you little clown
When you mess with President Brown

California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California