Too Early For The Sky

Lyrics & Music by Johnny Clegg

Performed by Johnny Clegg & Savuka

I nearly disappeared into the mouth of a crocodile
I nearly touched the rain deep in the heaven on high
I could have been a sad piece of news on the radio
But you remembered me cause you know Im not ready to go
Oh halala, Im home, looks like I made it, oh halalo
Oh halala, oh halala, ngasinda, oh halalo

Chorus
Im too early for the sky
Wenkunkulu wami wangisindisa mina
(oh my lord, you spared me)

Somewhere some grey computer nearly closed my file
This could have been the last time I ever saw you smile
The darkest night nearly swallowed up my eyes
But you remembered me cause Im not ready for the sky
Oh halala, Im home, looks like I made it, oh halalo
Oh halala, oh halala, ngasinda, oh halalo

Chorus

A dog with pants
Make the cats dance
Make the birds sing
Make the rabbit hop, hop
Oh rabbit, don't stop
And the bear plays triangle
And the beaver plays a banjo
While a chorus of bees
Do the fandango...

Phuzzbot & the Cavemen, LuckkyDogg

i'm such an emo sucker... *sigh*

"A Boy Named Sue"

My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

Really Rockabilly - Brian Setzer

Here They come in their cuffed levi's
Hair slicked back they're real tough guys
black tshirt and a bad attitude
better not step on their blue suede shoes

livin in a time thats long since gone
its not quite right theres something wrong
look there goes another betty page
get with it chick its all the rage

CHORUS

Hes really really really rockabilly
really really really rockabilly
he pissed in his pants
hes to drunk to care
hes wearin 1956 underwear

theres neo rockabilly
theres pysco-rockabilly
theres starbucks orange country rockabilly
theres euro-ja-ja-wir-machen-rockin rockabilly
influenced rockabilly
theres australian-shrimp-on-the-barbie-carry-your-surfboard-to-sears-to-buy-your-rolled-up-levi's rockabilly
theres rock-a-johnny rocka-a-sally rock-a-hillbilly
its all so stupid and its just plain silly

(CHORUS)

The man at the door
he's a rockabilly guy
he said you cant come in
your pompadours to high
better grow them sideburns
get a tattoo on your neck
drink past blue ribbon
drive a rockabilly wreck

has it come to this?
I want a new job
rockabilly retards and rockabilly slobs
it used to be fun to play the guitar
now I just want to run real real far
(CHORUS)


i love how much it feels like a jello lyric - especially the postscript 'think i'm gonna get another tattoo on my neck'.

Ah, Bad Moon Rising'd love those lyrics.

Nice words from Setzer... I'll have to hear that one.

you really will because it sounds fantastic too.

Knocked Up by Kings of Leon.

I don't care what nobody says
We're gonna have a baby
Taking off in a coupe de ville
She covered up on AV
She don't care what her mama said, no
She's gonna have my baby
I'm taking all i have to take
This takings gonna shake me

Who'll call us renegade
Feel like we're living crazy
We like taking on the town
Some people getting lazy

I don't care what nobody says, no
I'm going to be her lover
I always imagined use the drum
But I love her like no other

And I'm dancing saying don't know
Where we gonna go?
I'm gonna go sleep out in the quiet, no
Where we gonna go?
Where we gonna go?

People call us renegade
Feel like we're living crazy
We like taking on the town
Some people getting lazy

I don't care what nobody says, no
I'm going to be her lover
I always imagined use the drum
But I love her like no other

And I'm dancing saying don't know
Where we gonna go?
I'm gonna go sleep out in the quiet, no
Where we gonna go?
Where we gonna go?
Where we gonna go?
Where we gonna go?
Where?

They gonna call us renegade, woah, oh, oh
Feel like we're living on this town, woah, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, woah, oh, oh

And I don't care if you dont win

I don't care what nobody says
We're gonna have a baby
Taking off in a coupe de ville
She covered up on AV
She don't care what her mama said, no
She's gonna have my baby
I'm taking all I have to take
This takings gonna shake me

Woah, oh, oh, woah, oh, oh

Five Yards - TISM.

You're only one fad away from being retro
You're only one drug away from liking techno
You're only one glasses of pair from dyslexia
You're only one Cleo mag from anorexia

You're only five yards from a fuckwit
You're only five yards from a fuckwit
You're only five yards from a fuckwit

Look around, look around, look around...

You're only one download from this song's copyright
You're only one Tim Tam away from cellulite
You're only one phone call from captaining the Aussie side
You're only one lifestyle show from suicide
You're only one station from John Laws' shit
You're only one lobotomy from believing it.

You're only five yards from a fuckwit
You're only five yards from a fuckwit
You're only five yards from a fuckwit

You're only one tabloid press from a lynch mob
You're only one acting role from a real job
You're only one strip of flesh from your bones
You're only one species away from Alan Jones.
You're only one small speck in space
You're only one life, soon erased
Be there none left on Eath but you
One thing will still remain true

Look around!

You're only five yards from a fuckwit
You're only five yards from a fuckwit
You're only five yards from a fuckwit

Pumpin' 4 the Man - Ween
it's a nine mile walk
from the office to the pumps
sometimes you think you're gonna drop
in the end you're filthy dirty
horny and pissed off
and before you can leave u gotta sweep the fuckin' shop
it's a real real bitch
to be workin' 4 the man
but shit i do it well so what the fuck
i could probly wash dishes
at some other fuckin' dump
but it's all the same to me
bustin' ass 2 make a buck

so read 'em up + stick 'em
pump that fucker good
some woman down on main st. needs a jump
get your fingers outta your ass
and pump some faggot's gas
and think about how bad new hope sucks

it's a piss poor life
when the ladies fire u up
and then u check their oil and know you're fucked
'cuz no one wants a loser
who works for 5 an hour
smells like gas, looks like shit
works in the rain - rude as hell

i can fix a tire like hurricane melinda
i know that i'm the best for what it's worth
so if i choose to help you
don't look like you expect it
'cuz it's a gift that god gave me at birth

so read 'em up + stick 'em
pump that fucker good
some woman down on main st. needs a jump
get your fingers outta your ass
and pump some faggot's gas
and think about how bad new hope sucks

Talking Heads - The Overload (sry it comes ALL CAPS)

A TERRIBLE SIGNAL
TOO WEAK TO EVEN RECOGNIZE
A GENTLE COLLAPSING
THE REMOVAL OF THE INSIDES

I'M TOUCHED BY YOUR PLEAS
I VALUE THESE MOMENTS
WE'RE OLDER THAN WE REALIZE
...IN SOMEONE'S EYES

A FREQUENT RETURNING
AND LEAVING UNNOTICED
A CONDITION OF MERCY
A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER

A VIEW TO REMEMBER
THE CENTER IS MISSING
THEY QUESTION HOW THE FUTURE LIES
...IN SOMEONE'S EYES
THE GENTLE COLLAPSING
OF EVERY SURFACE
WE TRAVEL ON THE QUIET ROAD
...THE OVERLOAD

Bombs

Faithless

We think we're heroes, we think we're kings
We plan all kinds of fabulous things
Oh look how great we have become

Key in the door, the moment I've been longing for
Before my bag hit the floor
My adorable children rush up screaming for a kiss,
and a story, they're a gift to this world
My only claim to glory
I surely never knew sweeter days
Blows my mind like munitions
I'm amazed

So much heaven, so much hell
So much love, so much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much war, so much soul
One man's loss, another man's goal
So much more than I thought this world can ever hold

We're just children, we're just dust
We are small and we are lost
And we're nothing, nothing at all

One bomb, the whole block gone
Can't find me children and dust covers the sun
Everywhere is noise, panic and confusion
But to some, another fun day in Babylon
I'm gonna bury my wife and dig up my gun
My life is done so now I got to kill someone

So much heaven, so much hell
So much love, so much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much war, so much soul
One man's loss, another man's goal
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold

So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold

(slightly abridged)

The man never sang much, and now he mostly recites, but he really empowers those words, live...

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

I'm too tired to deceive you
we can't pretend there's nothing wrong
who'll be the first to say it?
that the thrill is gone
and we never get it back now

When we talk of old acquaintances
and speak like two strangers all day long
the only four words that I hear
are: the thrill is gone
and we never get it back now

When evening drops magenta
and goodnight hangs on and on and on and on
I don't need to go to sleep
and dream to tell me
that the thrill is gone
and we never get it back
and we never get it back now
so what I am gonna do now?
so what I am gonna do now?

I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand

My image is of agony, my servants rape the land

Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain

Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name

Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law

My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore.

I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit

I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet

I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain

And still you play the sycophant and revel in you pain

And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate

I am the politician, and I decide your fate

I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight

I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might

I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave

I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave

Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown

For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down.

Tim Hardin, "Shiloh Town"

It's so cold in Shiloh town
Birds can't hardly sing
Pretty girls gonna leave the town
They won't be back 'til spring

War is done they've come back home
But they're the ones that lost
See a man and a woman alone
Was it worth the cost?

I'll sing hallelujah
You'll sing hallelujah
We'll all sing hallelujah
When they arrive at home

Sun is out it's hot to today
Children all come out to play
Some are quick to come back home
Others, gone to stay

Gets so cold in Shiloh town
Birds can't hardly sing
Pretty girls gonna leave the town
They won't be back 'til spring

I'll sing hallelujah
You'll sing hallelujah
We'll all sing hallelujah
When they arrive at home

As The Machine Rolls On... - Napalm Death

Hiding behind symbols
Self-delusion
Plenty of questions
(And no solutions)

Visions of change
A mere illusion
Futile dreams
Of revolution

Flows of rhetoric
Won't influence change
Their will is subdued
Their minds enslaved

“Darkness Be My Friend” - Bruce Dickinson.


Cold sunlight, falling on me.
Cold sunlight, falling on me.

I am a lonely man, sorrow is my friend -
Fall asleep as the dawn comes up, a ray of hope again.

Hold a crystal vision, for a second, let it pass.
Hold a crystal vision, for a moment, make it last.

Summer’s so quickly gone,
And darkness be my friend.
Nothing lasts forever,
But the certainty of change.

I am a lonely man, sorrow is my friend.
Nothing lasts forever, but the certainty of change.
Nothing lasts forever, but the certainty of change.

An evil penguin reminded me of these...:

Ween - Waving my Dick in the Wind

I'm waving my dick in the wind, waving my dick in the wind
If it all goes right, Ill be in your arms tonight
But I'm waving my dick in the wind

I'm lost in the sauce once again, I'm lost in the sauce once again
If I make it through the night, everything will be alright
But I'm lost in the sauce once again

Its been 97 days since Ive laid my head beside you
And a million miles of highway in between
Theres some red and blue lights that are shinin' right behind me
And that pigs a pretty mean bastard

You should have seen old jimmy wilson dance
You should have seen old jimmy wilson dance
Give that boy a dime and you could a chance
To see old jimmy wilson dance

Dance jimmy
I'm doin' the best I can there, deaner
Thats it
You know I cant really dance like I used to, I mean I try,
But I'm an old, old man now

Ive got a real good feelin' bout old jimmy wilson
Sho nuff hes got what it takes
Do another number for me please wont ya jimmy
Cause you're a really good dancer

Ooh yeah, help me now

I'm waving my dick in the wind, waving my dick in the wind
If it all goes right, Ill be in your arms tonight
But I'm waving my dick in the wind
Waving my dick in the wind
Waving my dick in the wind