The Lyric Chain

[Sibling Lambicus the Toluous]

 got a little change in my pocket goin' jingle-ingle-ing
Wanna call ya on the telephone--baby, give you a ring
But each time we talk, I get the same old thing:
Always no huggy, no kissy till I get a weddin' ring

My honey, my baby dont't keep my love upon no shelf
She says "Don't give me no lines and keep your hands to yourself"

Now baby, baby, baby why you wanna treat me this way?
You know I'm still your loverboy I still feel the same way
That's when she told me the story 'bout free milk and a cow
She says "No huggy, no kissy till I get a weddin' vow

My honey, my baby dont't keep my love upon no shelf
She says "Don't give me no lines and keep your hands to yourself"

Well I wanted her real bad, I was about to give in
That's when she started talkin' about love, started talkin' about sin
I said "Now honey I've been a waitin' for the rest of my life"
She says "No huggy, no kissy till you make me your wife"

My honey, my baby dont't keep my love upon no shelf
She says "Don't give me no lines and keep your hands to yourself"

- "Keep Your Hands to Yourself", John Anderson

[Sibling Kephra (Tansy)]

I don't care where you have been so long as you come to me.
And I don't like illusions I can't see them clearly.
I wouldn't care, no I wouldn't dare to change the twist in you.
You've shown me eventually what you'll do.

I don't mind, I don't care, so long as you're there.
Go ahead tell me you'll leave again,
You'll just come back running.
Holding your scarred heart in hand.
It's all the same.
And I'll take you for who you are,
If you'll take me for everything.
Start it all over again.
It's all the same.

Hours slide and days go by till you decide to come.
And in between it always seems to long; for sudden.
I have the skill, and I have the will to breathe you in while I can.
However long you stay is all that I am.

I don't mind, I don't care, so long as you're there.

Go ahead tell me you'll leave again,
You'll just come back running.
Holding your scarred heart in hand.
It's all the same.
And I'll take you for who you are.
If you'll take me for everything.
Start it all over again.
It's all the same.

-It's all the same by Sick Puppies.

***I just gotta put the video up... you'll cry it's so beautiful***

[Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith]

ALANIS MORISSETTE
"You Owe Me Nothing In Return"

** tie-word is YOU, but too many to bold **

I'll give you countless amounts of outright acceptance if you want it
I will give you encouragement to choose the path that you want if you need it
You can speak of anger and doubts your fears and freak outs and I'll hold it
You can share your so-called shame filled accounts of times in your life and I won't judge it
(and there are no strings attached to it)

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving it's my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return

You can ask for space for yourself and only yourself and I'll grant it
You can ask for freedom as well or time to travel and you'll have it
You can ask to live by yourself or love someone else and I'll support it
You can ask for anything you want anything at all and I'll understand it
(and there are no strings attached to it)

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving it's my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return

I bet you're wondering when the next payback shoe will eventually drop
I bet you're wondering when my conditional police will force you to cough up
I bet wonder how far you have now danced you way back into debt
This is the only kind of love as I understand it that there really is

You can express your deepest of truths even if it means I'll lose you and I'll hear it
You can fall into the abyss on your way to your bliss I'll empathize with
You can say that you have to skip town to chase your passion I'll hear it
You can even hit rock bottom have a mid-life crisis and I'll hold it
(and there are no strings attached)

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving it's my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return

[Black Bart]

BARRY'TOWN'

Steely Dan

I'm not one to look behind I know that times must change
But over there in Barry'town' they do things very strange
And though you're not my enemy
I like things like they used to be
And though you'd like some company
I'm standing by myself
Go play with someone else
I can see by what you carry that you come from Barrytown

Don't believe I'm taken in by stories I have heard
I just read the Daily News and swear by every word
And don't think that I'm out of line
For speaking out for what is mine
I'd like to see you do just fine
But look at what you wear
And the way you cut your hair

I can see by what you carry that you come from Barrytown

In the beginning we recall that the word was hurled
Barrytown people got to be from another world

Leave me or I'll be just like the others you will meet
They won't act as kindly if they see you on the street
And don't you scream or make a shout
It's nothing you can do about
It was there where you came out
It's a special lack of grace
I can see it in your face

I can see by what you carry that you come from Barrytown

[Sibling Lambicus the Toluous]

Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"

I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line

If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you
Then the left one will

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

- "Sixteen Tons", Tenessee Ernie Ford

[The Meromorph]

My Back Pages
Bob Dylan

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Girls' faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
"Equality," I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

[goat starer]

51st State - New Model Army

Look out of your windows, watch the skies
Read all the instructions with bright blue eyes
We're W.A.S.Ps, proud American sons
We know how to clean our teeth and how to strip down a gun

We're the 51st state of America
We're the 51st state of America
the 51st state of America
We're the 51st state of America

Our star-spangled Union Jack flutters so proud
Over the dancing heads of the merry patriotic crowd
Tip your hat to the Yankee conqueror
We've got no reds under the bed with guns under our pillows

We're the 51st state of America
We're the 51st state of America
the 51st state of America
We're the 51st state of America

Here in the land of opportunity, watch us revel in our liberty
You can say what you like but it doesn't change anything
Because the corridors of power are an ocean away

We're the 51st state of America
We're the 51st state of America
the 51st state of America
We're the 51st state of America

[Aggie]

Send More Paramedics - Zombie Crew (WARNING: EXPLICIT LYRICS  -  HAPPY HALLOWEEN!)

Back from the dead, goin' to the show
I can't feel my pulse but I'm still gonna go
I'm clinically deceased but I don't give a fuck
I'm a flesh-creepin' horror and I'm ready to rock!

Rockin' with my friends the zombie crew ZOMBIE CREW
10,000 Volts of current fills the room ZOMBIE CREW
A sea of flailing arms, demented grins ZOMBIE CREW
Thunder fills the air as the madness begins!

A horde of gibbering, braindead freaks
In search of flesh we walk the streets
A congregation of the slain
I'm gonna eat your brain!

Do the Zombie-Shuffle like an Old-School Ghoul
We're the Backups from Beyond, we're the Cannibal Crew
We're the Rockin' Resurrected and we've come for your head
Let's party like we're fuckin' dead!
Three weeks dead, you smell like shit
We're the Monsters of the Mosh, Demons of the Pit
This night was made for us, we're the Living Dead
I'm gonna eat your fuckin' head!

We're rockin' to some red-hot lixx
And fleeing from those redneck hicks
Suffering this post-mortal pain
I'm gonna eat your brain!

Do the Zombie-Shuffle like an Old-School Ghoul
We're the Backups from Beyond, we're the Cannibal Crew
We're the Rockin' Resurrected and we've come for your head
Let's party like we're fuckin' dead!
Three weeks dead, you smell like shit
We're the Monsters of the Mosh, Demons of the Pit
This night was made for us, we're the Living Dead
I'm gonna feast upon your heart and eat your fuckin' head!

Back from the dead, goin' to the show
I can't feel my pulse but I tell you Mom I'm gonna go
I'm clinically deceased but I don't give a fuck
'Cause I'm a flesh-creepin' horror and I'm ready to rock!

Rockin' with my friends the zombie crew ZOMBIE CREW
10,000 Volts of current fills the room ZOMBIE CREW
A sea of flailing arms, demented grins ZOMBIE CREW
Your chances of survival could be slim!

ZOMBIE CREW

[Sibling Qwertyuiopasd]

Everything's been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name

Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along
Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along

Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit?
Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it
Do we need it? NO!
Do we want it? YEAH!
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it

Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along
Everything's been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name

Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit?
Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it
Do we need it? NO!
Do we want it? YEAH!
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it

Now it's you-know-who
I've got the you-know-what
I stick it in the you-know-where
You know why, you don't care
Now it's you-know-who
I've got the you-know-what
I stick it in the you-know-where
You know why, you don't care
Now it's you-know-who
I've got the you-know-what
I stick it in the you-know-where
You know why, you don't care
Now it's you-know-who
I've got the you-know-what
I stick it in the you-know-where
You know why, you don't care

Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along

Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit?
Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it
Do we need it? NO!
Do we want it? YEAH!
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it

This is the new Shit - Marilyn Manson.

[Sibling Chatty]

London Homesick Blues, by Gary P. Nunn

Well, when you're down on your luck,
and you ain't got a buck,
in London you're a goner.
Even London Bridge has fallen down,
and moved to Arizona,
now I know why.
And I'll substantiate the rumor
that the English sense of humor
is drier than the Texas sand.
You can put up your dukes,
and you can bet your boots,
that I'm leavin' just as fast as I can.

Chorus;
I wanna go home with the armadillo.
Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene.
The friendliest people and the prettiest women
you've ever seen.

Well it's cold over here, and I swear,
I wish they'd turn the heat on.
And where in the world is that English girl,
I promised I would meet on the third floor.
And of the whole damn lot, the only friend I got,
is a smoke and a cheap guitar.
My mind keeps roamin', my heart keeps longin'
to be home in a Texas bar.

Chorus

Well, I decided that, I'd get my cowboy hat
and go down to Marble Arch Station.
'Cause when a Texan fancies, he'll take his chances,
and chances will be takin, now that's for sure.
And them Limey eyes, they were eyein' a prize,
that some people call manly footwear.
And they said you're from down South,
and when you open your mouth,
you always seem to put your foot there.

Chorus
Chorus

AKA Theme from Austin City Limits

[Sibling Lambicus the Toluous]

Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.
My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green.

My father was an Ulster man, proud Protestant was he.
My mother was a Catholic girl, from county Cork was she.
They were married in two churches, lived happily enough,
Until the day that I was born and things got rather tough.

Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen. 
My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green.

Baptized by Father Riley, I was rushed away by car,
To be made a little Orangeman, my father's shining star.
I was christened "David Anthony," but still, inspite of that,
To me father, I was William, while my mother called me Pat.

Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen. 
My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green.

With Mother every Sunday, to Mass I'd proudly stroll.
Then after that, the Orange lodge would try to save my soul.
For both sides tried to claim me, but i was smart because
I'd play the flute or play the harp, depending where I was.

Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen. 
My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green.

One day me Ma's relations came round to visit me.
Just as my father's kinfolk were all sitting down to tea.
We tried to smooth things over, but they all began to fight.
And me, being strictly neutral, I bashed everyone in sight.

Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen. 
My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green.

Now my parents never could agree about my type of school.
My learning was all done at home, that's why I'm such a fool.
They've both passed on, God rest 'em, but left me caught between
That awful color problem of the Orange and the Green.

Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.
My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green.
Yes, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen. 
My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green.

- "The Orange and the Green", the Irish Rovers

[Vita Curator]

Artist: Joel Billy
Album: Greatest Hits Volume I
Title: Only The Good Die Young

Come out Virginia, don't let me wait
You Catholic girls start much too late
Aw but sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one

They showed you a statue, told you to pray
They built you a temple and locked you away
But they never told you the price that you pay
For things that you might have done.....
Only the good die young
Thats what I said
Only the good die young

You might have heard I run with a dangerous crowd
We ain't too pretty we ain't too proud
We might be laughing a bit too loud
Aw but that never hurt no one

Come on Virginia show me a sign
Send up a signal i'll throw you the line
The stained-glass curtain you're hiding behind
Never lets in the sun
Darlin' only the good die young
I tell ya
Only the good die young

You got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation
You got a brand new soul
Mmmm, and a cross of gold
But Virginia they didn't give you quite enough information

You didn't count on me
When you were counting on your rosary
They say there's a heaven for those who will wait
Some say it's better but i say it ain't
I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints
The sinners are much more fun...

You know that only the good die young
Oh woah baby
I tell ya
Only the good die young

You say your mother told you all that i could give you was a reputation
Aww she never cared for me
But did she ever say a prayer for me? oh woah woah

Come out come out Virgina dont let me wait,
You Catholic girls start much too late
Sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one,
You know that only the good die young

[Sibling Chatty]

Proud Mary

(J. Fogerty)

Left a good job in the city,
Workin' for the man ev'ry night and day,
And I never lost one minute of sleepin',
Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been.
Chorus:
Big wheel keep on turnin',
Proud Mary keep on burnin',
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.

Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis,
Pumped a lot of pain down in New Orleans,
But I never saw the good side of the city,
'Til I hitched a ride on a river boat queen.

Chorus

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.

If you come down to the river,
Bet you gonna find some people who live.
You don't have to worry 'cause you have no money,
People on the river are happy to give.

Chorus

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river

[Kiyoodle the Gambrinous]

The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes

There's a hole in my soul like a cavity
Seems like the world is out to gather just by gravity
The wheel keeps turning the sky's rearranging
Look my son the weather is changing

I'd like to feel that you could be free
Look up at the blue skies beneath a new tree
Sometime again
You'll turn green and the sea turns red
My son I said the power of axis over my head
The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes

We sang about the sun and danced among the trees
And we listened to the whisper of the city on the breeze
Will you cry in the most in a lead-free zone
Down within the shadows where the factories drone
On the surface of the wheel they build another town
And so the green come tumbling down
Yes close your eyes and hold me tight
And i'll show you sunset sometime again

The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes
As a child's silent prayer my hope hides in disguise
While satellites and cameras watch from the skies
An acid drop of rain recycled from the sea
It washed away my shadow burnt a hole in me
And all the king's men cannot put it back again
But the ghetto sun will nurture life
And mend my soul sometime again

The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes

Massive Attakc ft. Horace Andy - Hymn of the Big Wheel

(One of my favourite bands... I could listen to them day and night, and Horace Andy is just great...)

[Sibling Chatty]

Dreaming (Grimwood/Idlet)

Mostly I'm just following my feet,
I don't plan a lot.
I like surprises in my day.
And I don't mind sitting all alone,
gives me time to think, to dream of houses in the trees.
Dreaming, I see bridges spanning spaces between red oak trees,
connecting houses in the leaves.
Someday my room will rock and shiver with the wind.
One day I'll eat my dinner in a tree.

For the dream to live there comes a time when you have to work,
time to roll the sleeves up on your shirt.
And sometimes if you think of what's involved, it can hurt your head.
A labor of love can be the hardest labor.
Dreaming, building bridges spanning spaces between red oak trees,
connecting houses in the leaves.
Someday my room will rock and shiver with the wind.
One day I'll write my songs up in a tree.

If you find me following my feet far out on a limb,
forgetting things I should have known,
you can laugh but don't be surprised by that blank stare in my eyes,
I'm just making plans for my new home.
Dreaming, I see bridges spanning spaces between red oak trees,
connecting houses in the leaves.
Someday my room will rock and shiver with the wind.
One day I'll eat my pie up in the sky.

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming.
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming (softly).
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming.
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming.

(He DID build the treehouse, too!)
http://www.troutmusic.com/treehouse.asp