Little Ghost
The White Stripes

Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above

The first moment that I met her
I did not expect a specter
When I shook her hand I really shook a glove
She looked into me so sweetly
And we left the room discreetly
No one else could know the secret of our love

Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above

Every morning I awoke
And I see my little ghost
Wondering if it's really her that's lying there
I lean to touch her and I whisper
But not brave enough to kiss her
When I held her I was really holding air

Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above

Though I try my best to keep it
There really was no secret
Must have looked like I was dancing with the wall
No one else could see this apparition
But because of my condition
I fell in love with a little ghost and that was all

Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above
No, it's not yet time to meet the lord above

Though I'm not particularly Christian, this song always stirs me. I don't think it's so much the going to heaven part as the image of angels actually coming down to get him that does it.

This song is also a great example of how Bluegrass is an excellent source for songs about death.

"Angel Band" by: Ralph Stanley

My latest sun is sinking fast
My race is nearly run
My longest trials now are past
My triumph has begun

Oh, Angel Band
Come and around me stand
Bear me away on your snow white wings
To my immortal home

Oh bear my loving heart to him
Who bled and died for me
Whose blood now cleanses from all sins
And gives me victory

Oh, Angel Band
Come and around me stand
Bear me away on your snow white wings
To my immortal home

I've almost reached my heavenly home
My spirit loudly sings
The holy ones, behold they come
I hear the noise of wings

Oh, Angel Band
Come and around me stand
Bear me away on your snow white wings
To my immortal home

Can you tell me how old Dan might have done it
If he'd been here now, holy cow
My stars might have been read on the planet Mars
Because I don't have foresight to see
If we still be together in the twenty first
In the twenty first century

He's our flying ace, pilot of the future
In an endless space, holy cow
My eyes never saw a rocket that was quite that size
Because I don't have the energy
To be cat and mouse for the champions
For the champions of destiny

So long captain Dan
I fail to see what motivates your hands
Goodbye restless night
You know I loved Dan Dare, but I couldn't make his flight
So long, so long

Dan Dare doesn't know it
He doesn't know it

Dan Dare Pilot of the future, Elton John

I do remember one thing.
It took hours and hours but..
by the time I was done with it,
I was so involved, I didn't know what to think.
I carried it around with me for days and days..
playing little games
like not looking at it for a whole day
and then.. looking at it.
to see if I still liked it.
I did.

I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat..
The more I look at it,
the more I like it.
I do think it's good.
The fact is..
no matter how closely I study it,
no matter how I take it apart,
no matter how I break it down,
It remains consistant.
I wish you were here to see it.

I like it.
___________________________
Indiscipline - King Crimson

He likes it!

From the far-off, pre-cyberpunk year of 1979...

Mi-Sex - Computer Games

I fidget with the digit dots and cry an anxious tear
As the XU-1 connects the spot
But the matrix grid don't care
Get a message to my mother
What number would she be
There's a million angry citizens
Looking down their tubes at me

Com-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-puter-puter, puter games
Com-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-puter-puter-puter-puter, computer games

There's safety in numbers, they say
'Cause the figures never lie
No perfect persons ever noticed one computer die
I'm programmed to a schedule
What will the answer be
Is it suicide run till the work gets done
'Cause the matrix grid don't say

Com-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-puter-puter, puter games
Com-pu-pu-pu-pu-puter-puter-puter-puter, computer games

Jammed up tight by red traffic lights
Advance one level on green
These opportune commuters
They're blasting on their hooters
I fidget with the digit dots
Frustration rules out there
As the XU-1 connects the spot
But the matrix grid don't care

Com-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-puter-puter, puter games
Com-pu-pu-pu-pu-puter-puter-puter-puter, computer games
Com-pu-pu-pu-pu-puter-puter-puter-puter, computer games
Com-pu-pu-pu-pu-puter-puter-puter-puter, computer games
Com-put-er Games

Seven Army Nation
The White Stripes

I'm gonna fight 'em all
A nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back

And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone

Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell

And if I catch it coming back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that aint what you want to hear
But thats what I'll do
And the feeling coming from my bones
Says find a home

I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will sing no more
And the stains coming from my blood
Tell me go back home

quote:

Originally posted by Gromit:
From the far-off, pre-cyberpunk year of 1979...
Mi-Sex - Computer Games

Matrix grid? Tubes? Now that was some visionary new-wave group... whoa, their video is like a very bad dream wrapped in a flashback *shudders at the 80s*

I recall, from that age, a candy-coated song called 'Video games' by a group called 'Alien'(?) with similar lyrics, something about 'rotting your brain'... google doesn't help much.

I Melt With You (...the future is open wide)
modern english

Moving forward using all my breath
Making love to you was never second best
I saw the world thrashing all around your face
Never really knowing it was always mesh and lace

I'll stop the world and melt with you
You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time
There's nothing you and I won't do
I'll stop the world and melt with you

(You should know better)
Dream of better lives the kind which never hate
(You should see why)
Dropped in the state of imaginary grace
(You should know better)
I made a pilgrimage to save this human race
(You should see why)
Never comprehending a race that long gone by

(I'll stop the world)
I'll stop the world and melt with you
(I'll stop the world)
You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time
(Let's stop the world)
There's nothing you and I won't do
(Let's stop the world)
I'll stop the world and melt with you

The future's open wide

(Let's stop the world)
I'll stop the world and melt with you
(Let's stop the world)
I've seen some changes but it's getting better all the time
(Let's stop the world)
There's nothing you and I won't do
(Let's stop the world)
I'll stop the world and melt with you

The future's open wide

hmmm hmmm hmmm
hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm
hmmm hmmm hmmm
hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm

I'll stop the world and melt with you
(Let's stop the world)
You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time
(Let's stop the world)
There's nothing you and I won't do
(Let's stop the world)
I'll stop the world and melt with you
(Let's stop the world)
I'll stop the world and melt with you..

Pretending To See The Future
OMD

Avoiding this is like avoiding a plague
We can't understand the advances we made
We've tried to resist but it's so hard to say no
We're pretending to see what the future will hold
We appear to be in control of our fate
Just like soldiers believe they're in control of a war
But its moving so fast we cannot see what we've done
we're losing our eyes just to say that we've won

My mind's made up, my heart is broke
My fortune's is made me and I feel so choked
I can't understand how we could ever believe
The things we asked for but never received

We never understood the times we asked
The way we wasted all that passed
This neglect is final it's a stage we must
Endure to ever hope to see the first
My mind's made up about the things we did
We never saw we believed we couldn't say what we missed

My mind's made up, my heart is broke
My fortune's is made me and I feel so choked
I can't understand how we could ever believe
The things we asked for but never received

By making noises which we cannot control
The things we hoped that we'd never forgo
We appear to be in control of our fate
Just like soldiers believe they're in control of a war
But it's moving so fast we cannot see what we've done
We're losing our eyes just to say that we've won

My mind's made up, my heart is broke
My fortune's is made me and I feel so choked
I can't understand how we could ever believe
The things we asked for but never received

Memories of Tomorrow - Suicidal Tendencies

Bombers in flight
Trident missiles in the air
My missiles underground
Protect us till we're dead

Memories of tomorrow-crying sorrow

Push the button
Kiss good-bye the nuclear arsenal
A bomber flying off their ramps
Nuclear bombs explode

Radio active people
Search for medicine
Pray for shelter
Kill for food

Memories of tomorrow-crying sorrow

Mass starvation
Contaminated water
Destroyed Cities
Mutilated bodies

Memories of tomorrow-crying sorrow

I'll kill myself
I'd rather die
If you could see in the future
You'd know why

Memories of tomorrow

We Want Your Soul - Freeland

your cellphone your wallet your time your ideas
no barcode no party no iodine no beers

your bankcard, your license, your thoughts, your fears
no simcard, no disco, no photo, not here

your blood, your sweat, your passions, your regrets
your office, your timeoff, your fashions,your sex your pills your grass your tits, your ass your laughs your highs, we write it all

We want your soul x 5

Your Cash, Your House, Your Phone, Your Life, Your Cash, Your House, Your Life

Tell us Your Habits, Your Facts, Your Fears
Give us your address, your shoe size, your years
your digits, your plans, your number, your eyes
your schedule, your desktop, your details, your life.
Show us your children, your photos, your home.
Here, take credit, take insurance, take a loan.
Get a job, get a pension, get a haircut, get a suit.
Play the lottery, play football, play the field, sports on two

we'll show you things, we'll show you swings
we'll buy you things, drugs, big yard birds
we'll sell you crap we'll charge you for that
we're gonna find big guns & a drunk in your kitchen

We want your soul x 5

Your Cash, Your House, Your Phone, Your Life, Your Cash, Your House, Your Life

Your thoughts, Your emotions, Your loves, Your dreams, Your checkbook, Your, essecnse Your, sweat, Your screams, Your security, Your sobriety, Your innocence, (innocent society), your self, Your place, Your distance, Your space

Go back to bed America, your government is in control again. Here watch this! shut up! You are free to do as we tell you, you are free to do as we tell you

We want your soul

Here's boy bands here's matters, here's Britney, here's Cola
Here's pizza, here's TV, here's some rock and some roller
Watch commercials, more commercials, watch Jerry, not Oprah
Buy a better life from the comfort of your sofa
Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshake, here's blue jeans
here's padded bras, here's long cars, here's football shirts, here's baseball caps
here's live talk shows, here's video games, here's cola lite, here's Timberlake
here's fingertips, here's colegen, here's all night bars, here's plastic hips

We want your soul x 5

Your Cash, Your House, Your Phone, Your Life, Your Cash, Your House, Your Life

Go back to bed America, your government is in control again. Here, here's Amerikan Gladiators! watch this! shut up! *laughter* Go back to bed America. heres Amerikan Gladiators! Here is 56 channels of it! Watch these picturary retards bang their fuckin' skulls together & congratulate you on living in the land of freedom. Here you go America! You are free to do as we tell you, you are free to do as we tell you!

We want your soul x 5

We want your soul x 5

Your Cash, Your House, Your Phone, Your Life, Your Cash, Your House, Your Life

no cookies, no stray, no drop-outs, no gays, no lefties, no loonies, no opinions, no way
no bankers, no teachers, no facts, no freaks
no skaters, no tweekers, no truth

We want your soul x 5

Here's boy bands here's matters, here's Britney, here's Cola
Here's pizza, here's TV, here's some rock and some roller
Watch commercials, more commercials, watch Jerry, not Oprah
Buy a better life from the comfort of your sofa
Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshake, here's blue jeans
here's padded bras, here's long cars, here's football shirts, here's baseball caps
here's live talk shows, here's video games, here's cola lite, here's Timberlake
here's fingertips, here's colegen, here's all night bars, here's plastic hips

Here's very very very very very very very very very long infomercials.

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^^ Nice choice. I like that Freeland samples Bill Hicks as well.

Yeah. Though, considering how little we actually know about Spook Country, these lyrics might be more appropriate for Pattern Recognition than this new story.

Still, a catchy song

I'm Being Watched By The CIA Lyrics
by Anti-Flag

Oh say can you see
By the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hail
At the twilight's last gleaming
I'M BEING WATCHED I'M BEING WATCHED
I'M BEING WATCHED BY THE C.I.A.
I'M BEING WATCHED I'M BEING WATCHED
I'M BEING WATCHED BY THE C.I.A.
They said there's drug dealers selling on my streets
Those fuckers capped me three times in the feet
I've got two slugs embedded in my chest
Two hollow points from the nations best
I'M BEING WATCHED I'M BEING WATCHED
I'M BEING WATCHED BY THE C.I.A.
I'M BEING WATCHED I'M BEING WATCHED
I'M BEING WATCHED BY THE C.I.A.
They call me on the phone when I'm home alone
They ask for the Marines but they're just a bunch of whores
They spend their money on hotels just so they can tell
Tell Mr. President that I'm jerking off
I'M BEING WATCHED I'M BEING WATCHED
I'M BEING WATCHED BY THE C.I.A.
I'M BEING WATCHED I'M BEING WATCHED
I'M BEING WATCHED BY THE C.I.A. C.I.A.

and the FBI and the NSA and the SS and MI5 and the FAS (subsidiary of the KGB) and ... the BMD watchers

Suicidal Tendencies - Subliminal

Flashing pictures on my screen
Shown too quickly to be seen
Does not register in my conscious mind
Propaganda of another kind
They're Fucking with me subliminaily
They're Fucking with me subliminally

Danger - Nightmare
Doomsday - Nightmare
Murder - Nightmare
Nightmare, Nightmare

Watching T.V. I start to cry
For no reason I don't know why
Could it be from messages on my TV
Which I'm getting subliminally?

Mind control the easiest way
Sponsered by the C.I.A.
It's a weapon you cannot see
It's propaganda subliminally

Ima Robot
Song #1 Lyrics


Squeeze
Like it, like it's a disease
Keep your pants on
Keep your knowledge burnin'

Something takes
And something holds
And something breaks
The fucking mold!

Kids, now listen
Burning burning burning
Down the back lawns
Hey you, come on kids
Don't let yourself
Feel safe now

Something takes
And something holds
And something breaks
The fucking mold
Never trust
Who wants control
It's time to break
.........................................................
Breakin' out of the doldrums
We're soldiers
We want to break free, break free!
Bust out of the rules
Fuck the rules, yea!
Who's gonna make me, make me!?
Breakin' out of the doldrums
We're soldiers
We want to break free, break free!
Bust out of the rules
Fuck the rules, yea!
Who's gonna make me, make me!
Make me, make me!

Johnny Cash with U2

I went out wandering
through streets paved with gold
lifted some stone saw the skin and bones
of a city without a soul
I went out wandering
under an atomic sky
where the ground won't turn
and the rain it burns
like the tears when I said goodby

Yeah I left with nothing
nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering

I went drifting
through the capitals of tin
where men can't walk or freely talk
and sons turn their fathers in
Yeah I went out walking
down that old Lake Lane
I passed by a thousand signs
Just a looking for my own name

Yeah I left with nothing
nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering

Yeah I went out there in search of experience
to tast and to touch and to feel as much
as a man can before he repents

I went walking
looking for one good man
a spirit who would not bend or break
who would stand at his father's right hand
I went out walking with a Bible and a gun
the word of God lay heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one
Now Jesus don't you wait up
Jesus I'll be home soon
Yeah I went out for the paper
Told her I'd be back by noon

Yeah I left with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering

Yeah I left with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
I went wandering
_____

I do exist. I am real

(Only) The Dead Dreams of the Cold War Kid
Robert Calvert

If he blows his cover he might blow the lid
So he stays in the shadows like he always did
Deep in his trenchcoat secret papers are hid
It's only the dead dreams of the cold war kid

In a town by the wall the machine gunners wait
To type out the orders that seal his fate
Deep in the shadows where he always hid
It's only the dead dreams of the cold war kid
Only the dead dreams of the cold war kid

Secret career in counter espionage
Covering his fear with clever camouflage
Only the dead dreams of the cold war kid
Only the dead dreams of the cold war kid

Railway hotel with gun oil on the sheets
The man at the harbour waited in the streets
It's only the dead dreams of the cold war kid
Only the dead dreams of the cold war kid


PS
Damn. I miss Robert Calvert as much as W Burroughs and Hunter Thompson.

RADIO EGYPT
Robert Calvert

In a house-boat on the Nile
secret papers from a file
of allied headquarters
with details of strategic plans
she was a dancer, exotic with osterich fans
On Radio Egypt she broadcast
messages dressed up in code
on Radio Egypt - Radio Egypt

She was shadowed by M.I.5
from her night club
a shady dive
throughout the streets of the night
where the hookers parade
she gave them the slip
like you just turn a corner and fade

She was a dancer, exotic with osterich fans
the pyramids, palm-trees
the hyroglyphics of the sands