The Lyric Chain

[Swatopluk]

BOLDER ACROBAT

Blinders' curfew, blinkers fast
a dry-land world viewed
through a looking-glass
there's a short route to the coast
from strangers' lightened flats
one hundred years from anyone
you're a siren and a mask

Liars' perfume, hunters' plaques
the tired virtues
around all sudden plans
in the courtroom of a mind
I saw papers piled and blank
one hundred years from everyone
you sat silent in the back

Go take down Parthenon
go take down St Peter's
at the gates of Babylon
I need a bolder
I need a bolder acrobat

Guidance whirlpools, withered trash
financed and hurt-proof
as all your summers passed
there's a fortune to be sown
by failures' splintered hands
one hundred years from anyone
you're the driver and the map

Go take down Parthenon
go take down St Peter's
at the gates of Babylon
I need a bolder
I need a bolder acrobat

(sorry, no idea who wrote that)

[beagle]

What are they doing in the Hyacinth House?
What are they doing in the Hyacinth House?
To please the lions this day

I need a brand new friend who doesn't bother me
I need a brand new friend who doesn't trouble me
I need somebody who doesn't need me

I feel the bathroom is clear
I know that someone near
I feel that someone is following me, oh yeah

Why did you throw the Jack of Hearts away?
Why did you throw the Jack of Hearts away?
It was the only card in the deck I had left to play

What are they doing in the Hyacinth House?
To please the lions this day.

But I'll say it again, I need a brand new friend
But I'll say it again, I need a brand new friend
And I'll say it again, I need a brand new friend, the end

The Doors - Hyacinth House

[Swatopluk]

A Skeleton In The Closet

All american, an evil game of extortion
A sick old man, and who would guess
He was once s.s.
A deadly fascination, of a madman's solution
Six million dead, poison tales pollutes his head

Tell me a story--will ya, will ya
A real good story, I won't leave till ya
Spill your guts old man
Leave out any secrets, hiding in the..

Any skeletons, and all your other sins
Any skeletons, in the closet
Any skeletons, any misfortunes
Any skeletons, hiding in the closet
Any skeletons, any skeletons
In the closet!it's insanity, puppetmaster boy or nazi
Apt pupil, he hears the screams
Nightmares turn into wet dreams
Hatred lives, boiling inside,
Dealing death it's bumicidein too deep,
Their secpill your guts old man
Leave out any secrets,
Hiding in the...

Fun pickin-part
The truth comes out, conspiracy there is no doubt
His life is ruined, but no not yet
He's still got one card in the deck
A loaded gun, a happy smile,
He'll scope the freeway for awhile
King of the world, four hundred rounds,
It took five hours to bring him down
Tell me a story--will ya, will ya
A real good story, I won't leave til ya
Spill your guts old manleave out any secrets,
Hiding in the...

[beagle]

I'm a spy in the house of love
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of
I know the word that you long to hear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I'm a spy in the house of love
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of
I know the word that you long to hear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I know everything
Everything you do
Everywhere you go
Everyone you know

I'm a spy in the house of love
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of
I know the word that you long to hear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I'm a spy, I can see
What you do
And I know


The Doors - The Spy

[Swatopluk]

Everybody
everybody in the house of love
hey
Everybody
everybody in the house of love
hey
Everybody
everybody in the house of love
hey
One love - one god

Everybody in the house of love
Everybody in the house of love
One love - one god
Everybody in the house of love

We've got to stop the pain
And put the the wars on hold
Let the power of love inside the soul unfold
Free the mind
let it rise above
We've gotta change this world
To a world of love
Mother Earth she's on overload
One more war and she might explode
We've got to look back
And see a love from the past
We've got time to change it
But it's running out fast (out fast)

Not bothered about your colour
Concerned about your creed
in the house of love - elverybody's free

Everybody in the house of love ...

How many more tears must she cry
How many more fears must be felt inside
Before we realise we've gone too far
The creator created
We tone it apart
But love can guide us
Back on the right road
We've gotta save the planet before she explodes
We've gotta love our mother

Gotta let her know
Boom boom - before she blows
Not bothered about religion
Not bothered about belief
in the house of love - everybody's free

Everybody in the house of love ...

Born to live - we live to die
Our eyes can't see they can only cry
But our mother's tired of crying she's had enough
She's gotta surely blow 'cos we're giving up
Build the house oflove while we've got the time
Too many bombs in the world it's like a living mine
The house of love is what we must build
The past won't last
If the present is killed

Everybody in the house of love ...

[Aphos]

Took a walk to the corner store
Just to buy a loaf of bread and a box of s`mores
Up pulled a guy in a yellow van
Shiny gold badge flashing in his hand

He said, alright all you mojados down here
I want you all to hit the floor
I got one thing to ask you and nothing more
So answer in English, if you can
Where were ya born, man

Huh? Where was I born?

That`s right, I said
Where were ya born?

Hey, are you one of those dudes who do horoscopes, man
Hey, I`m a Cancer with a bad moon rising

Look here el fago, watch my lips
Where were ya born?

I was BORN IN EAST L.A.
Man, I was BORN IN EAST L.A.

Oh yeah, you were BORN IN EAST L.A.
Let`s see your green card

Huh? Green card?
I`m from East LA

Alright, then who`s President of the United States

Oh, that`s easy, man
That guy that used to be on Death Valley Days, John Wayne

Alright, let`s go, come on

Next thing I know, I`m in a foreign land
People talkin so fast, I couldn`t understand
There was nobody there to lend a helping hand
I was cold, it was dark where is a burger stand

I want to go back to East LA
I wish I was back in East LA
I don`t belong here in downtown T.J.
Cause I was born in East LA, ole

I crawled under barbed wire, swam across a stream
Rode in six different trucks packed like a sardine
Walked all day in the burning sun
Now I know what it`s like to be born to run

Up ahead was the promised land
Shining like a star just beyond my hand
All I could see was a golden door
I looked up, a sign said five billion sold

And I was back in East LA
Yes, I was back in East LA
You know I`m never gonna stray
Cause I was born in East LA, oh LA

(adlibs with I'm a low rider rocker in East LA, oh LA)

EAST LA!!!

Cheech and Chong - Born in East LA

[Swatopluk]

Promised Land
(Words & music by Chuck Berry)

I left my home in Norfolk Virginia
California on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound
And rode into Raleigh
And on across Caroline

We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle
Halfway across Alabam'
Well that hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham

Right away I brought me a through train ticket
Ridin' across Mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans

Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just to help me get to Houston Town
There are people there who care a little about me
And they won't let the poor boy down

Sure as your born they bought me a silk suit
Put luggage in my hand
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land

Working on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the golden state
Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal gate

Swing low chariot come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone
Cut your engines and cool your wings
And let me make it to the telephone

Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia
Tidewater four ten o nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling
And the poor boy is on the line

[beagle]

Eight miles high and when you touch down
You'll find that it's stranger than known
Signs in the street that say where you're going
Are somewhere just being their own

Nowhere is there warmth to be found
Among those afraid of losing their ground
Rain gray town known for its sound
In places small faces unbound

Round the squares huddled in storms
Some laughing some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes and black limousines
Some living some standing alone

The Byrds - Eight miles high

[Sibling Zono (anon1mat0)]

What shall we use to fill the empty spaces
Where waves of hunger roar?
Shall we set out across the sea of faces
In search of more and more applause?
Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights?
Leave the lights on?
Drop bombs?
Do tours of the east?
contract diseases?
Bury bones?
Break up homes?
Send flowers by phone?
Take to drink?
Go to shrinks?
Give up meat?
Rarely sleep?
Keep people as pets?
Train dogs?
Race rats?
Fill the attic with cash?
Bury treasure?
Store up leisure?
But never relax at all
With our backs to the wall.

Pink Floyd - What Shall We Do Now?

[Swatopluk]

What shall we do with a drunken sailor?

|: What shall we do with a drunken sailor? :|
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
Way-hay, up she rises,
Way-hay, up she rises,
Way-hay, up she rises,
Early in the morning.

2. Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober
|: Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober :|
Early in the morning.
Chorus:

3. Pull out the bung and wet him all over
|: Pull out the bung and wet him all over :|
Early in the morning.
Chorus:

4. Put him in the scuppers with the deck pump on him
|: Put him in the scuppers with the deck pump on him :|
Early in the morning.
Chorus:

5. Heave him by the leg in a runnin' bowlin'
|: Heave him by the leg in a runnin' bowlin' :|
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
   6. Tie him to the taffrail when she's yard-arm under
|: Tie him to the taffrail when she's yard-arm under :|
Early in the morning.
Chorus:

7. Put him in the bilge and make him drink it,
|: Put him in the bilge and make him drink it :|
Early in the morning.
Chorus:

8. Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
|: Shave his belly with a rusty razor, :|
Early in the morning.
Chorus:

9. Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts some flippers,
|: Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts some flippers, :|
Early in the morning.
Chorus:

10. Put 'im in bed with the Captain's daughter,
|: Put 'im in bed with the Captain's daughter, :|
Early in the morning.
Chorus:

[beagle]

Early one morning, just as the sun was rising,
I heard a maid sing in the valley below:
"Oh don't deceive me, Oh never leave me,
How could you use a poor maiden so?

"Remember the vows that you made to me truly;
Remember how tenderly you nestled close to me.
Gay is the garland, fresh are the roses
I've culled from the garden to bind over thee.

"Here I now wander alone as I wonder
Why did you leave me to sigh and complain?
I ask of the roses, why should I be forsaken?
Why must I here in sorrow remain?

"Through yonder grove, by the spring that is running,
There you and I have so merrily played,
Kissing and courting and gently sporting,
Oh, my innocent heart you've betrayed!

"How could you slight so a pretty girl who loves you,
A pretty girl who loves you so dearly and warm?
Though love's folly is surely but a fancy,
Still it should prove to me sweeter than your scorn.

"Soon you will meet with another pretty maiden,
Some pretty maiden, you'll court her for a while;
Thus ever ranging, turning and changing,
Always seeking for a girl that is new."

Thus sang the maiden, her sorrows bewailing;
Thus sang the poor maid in the valley below:
"Oh don't deceive me, Oh never leave me,
How could you use a poor maiden so?"

Traditional - Early One Morning

[pieces o nine]

Meet Me In St. Louis
~Judy Garland

When Louis came home to the flat,
He hung up his coat and his hat,
He gazed all around, but no wifey he found,
So he said "where can Flossie be at?"
A note on the table he spied,
He read it just once, then he cried.
It ran, "Louis dear, it's too slow for for me hear,
So I think I will go for a ride."

"Meet me in St. Louis, Louis,
Meet me at the fair,
Don't tell me the lights are shining
any place but there;
We will dance the Hoochee Koochee,
I will be your tootsie wootsie,
If you will meet in St. Louis, Louis,
Meet me at the fair."

The dresses that hung in the hall,
Were gone, she had taken them all;
She took all his rings and the rest of his things;
The picture he missed from the wall.
"What! moving!" the janitor said,
"Your rent is paid three months ahead."
"What good is the flat?" said poor Louis, "Read that."
And the janitor smiled as he read.

"Meet me in St. Louis, Louis,
Meet me at the fair,
Don't tell me the lights are shining
any place but there;
We will dance the Hoochee Koochee,
I will be your tootsie wootsie,
If you will meet in St. Louis, Louis,
Meet me at the fair."

[Swatopluk]

Wheres the Playground Susie (Campbell Glen)

I've been walking these streets so long
Singing the same old song
I know every crack in these dirty sidewalks of Broadway
Where hustle is the name of the game
And nice guys get washed away like the snow and the rain
There's been a load of compromising
On the road to my horizon
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shining on me

*Like a rhinestone cowboy
Riding out on a horse in a star spangled rodeo
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Getting cards and letters from people I don't even know
And offers coming over the phone

Well I really don't mind the rain
And a smile can hide all the pain
But you're down when you're riding a train
That's taking the long way
And I dream of the thing I'll do
With a subway token and a dollar tucked inside my shoe
There's been a load of compromising
On the road to my horizon
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shining on me

[beagle]

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence

Simon and Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence

[Griffin NoName]

Raindrops keep falling on my head and just like the guys, whose feet
are too big for his bed, nothing seems to fit. Those raindrops are
falling on my head, they keep falling...

So I just did me some talking to the sun and I said, I didn't like the
way, he got things done... sleeping on the job... Those raindrops are
falling on my head, they keep falling...

But there's one thing, I know: The blues, they send to meet me won't
defeat me, it won't be long till happiness slaps up to greet me.

Raindrops keep falling on my head but that doesn't mean, my eyes
will soon be turning red- crying's not for me. And I'm never gonna stop
the rain by complaining, because I'm free- nothing's worrying me!


Raindrops Keep Fallin' on My Head ~ Hal David and Burt Bacharach