Yaz

“Unmarked” by Yaz.

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Words and music by Vince Clarke. © 1983 Sonet Records and Publishing Ltd. Assigned to Emile Music (ASCAP) for USA & Canada.

Go and join the army
Said the father to the son
See the world around you boy
And learn to use a gun
Think you’re something special
Well, we’ll make you just the same
There’s nothing wrong in dying
After all, it’s just a game
Just a game.

Read the morning paper
There’s a picture of a cross
“We were proud in them days”
By the way, I think you lost
Trust me when I tell you boy
That God is on our side
Even Jesus cheers us on
Against the other side
Against the other side.

He who shouts the loudest
Is the on who’s in control
We who never listen
Are the one’s who pay the toll
Tell us that it’s time at last
To make a final stand
I’m glad ‘cos all I wanted
Was to kill another man
Just to kill another man.

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XTC

“Dear God” by XTC.

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Words by Andy Partridge. Music by Andy Partridge and Colin Moulding. © 1986 Virgin Records Ltd.

Dear God, hope you got the letter and
I pray you can make it better down here
I don’t mean a big reduction in the price of beer
But all the people that you made in your image
See them starving on their feet
‘Cause they don’t get enough to eat from God
I can’t believe in you

Dear God, sorry to disturb you but
I feel that I should be heard loud and clear
We all need a big reduction in amount of tears
And all the people that you made in your image
See them fighting in the street
‘Cause they can’t make opinions meet about God
I can’t believe in you

Did you make disease and the diamond blue?
Did you make mankind after we made you?
And the devil too!

Dear God, don’t know if you noticed but
Your name is on a lot of quotes in this book
And us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look
And all the people that you made in your image
Still believing that junk is true
Well I know it ain’t, and so do you, dear God
I can’t believe in
I don’t believe in

I won’t believe in heaven and hell
No saints, no sinners, no devil as well
No pearly gates, no thorny crown
You’re always letting us humans down
The wars you bring, the babes you drown
Those lost at sea and never found
And it’s the same the whole world ’round
The hurt I see helps to compound
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Is just somebody’s unholy hoax
And if you’re up there you’d perceive
That my heart’s here upon my sleeve
If there’s one thing I don’t believe in
It’s you
Dear God.

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“Ballad of Peter Pumpkinhead, The” by XTC.

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Words by Andy Partridge. Music by Andy Partridge and Colin Moulding. © 1992 Virgin Records, Inc. BMI

Peter Pumpkinhead came to town
Spreading wisdom and cash around
Fed the starving and housed the poor
Showed the Vatican what gold’s for
But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead
Who’ll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?
Oh my!

Peter Pumpkinhead gulled them all
Emptied churches and shopping malls
When he spoke, it would raise the roof
Peter Pumpkinhead told the truth
But he makes too many enemies…
Peter Pumpkinhead put to shame
Governments who would slur his name
Plots and sex scandals failed outright
Peter merely said,
“Any kind of love is all alright”
But he made too many enemies..
Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead
Who’ll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?
Oh my oh my oh!
Don’t it may you want to cry, oh?

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“Books Are Burning” by XTC.

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Words by Andy Partridge. Music by Andy Partridge and Colin Moulding. © 1992 Virgin Records, Inc. BMI

Books are burning
In the main square, and I saw there
The fire eating the text
Books are burning
In the still air
And you know where they burn books
People are next

I believe the printed word should be forgiven
Doesn’t matter what is said
Wisdom hotline from the dead back to the living
Key to the larder for your heart and your head
Books are burning

In our own town, watch us turn around
And cast our glances elsewhere
Books are burning
In the playground
Smell of burnt books is not unlike human human hair
I believe the printed word is more than sacred
Beyond the gauge of good and bad
The human right to let your soul fly free and naked
Above the violence at the fearful and sad

The church of matches
Anoints in ignorance with gasoline
The church of matches
Grows fat by breathing in the smoke of dreams
It’s quite obscene
Books are burning

More each day now, and I pray now
You boys will tire of these games
Books are burning
I hope somehow, this will allow
A phoenix up from the flames

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“Merely A Man” by XTC.

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Words by Andy Partridge. Music by Andy Partridge and Colin Moulding. © 1989 Virgin Records, Ltd.

Higher! I’m a king, yes, I’m a head of state.
But I’m a kitchen boy who’ll wash your dirty plate.
I had no message and the message was,
We’re all Jesus, Buddha, and the Wizard of Oz!

I’m merely a man and I bring nothing but love for you.
I’m merely a man and I want nothing tat you can’t do.

And you knot it’s true.
That with logic and love we’ll be lifting humanity higher!
Higher!

I’m all religious figures rolled into one,
Gaddafy Duck propelled from Jimmy Swaggart’s tommy gun.
Don’t promise rainbows with some golden pot.
In fact what I can offer I know you’ve already got.

I’m merely a man and I bring nothing but love for you.
I’m merely a man and I want nothing that you can’t do.

And you know it’s true.
That with logic and love we’ll have power enough to raise
consciousness up and for lifting humanity higher!
Higher!

And you know it’s true.
We should chase superstition and fear from our hears it we’re going to survive
and take levels of sanity higher!
Higher!

I’m merely a man and I bring nothing but love for you.
I’m merely a man and I want nothing that you can’t do.

And you know it’s true that with logic and love we’ll have power enough to raise
consciousness up and for lifting humanity higher!
Higher!

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“Sacrificial Bonfire” by XTC.

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Words by Andy Partridge. Music by Andy Partridge and Colin Moulding. © 1986 Virgin Records, Ltd.

Fire they cried
So evil must die
And yields are good
So men pull back hoods and smile
The scapegoat blood spilled
Spitteled and grilled it crackled and spat
And children grew fat on the meat
Change must be earned
Sacrificial bonfire must burn
Burn up the old
Ring in the new

Assembled on high
Silhouette against the sky
The smoke prayed and danced
And sparks did their dance in the wind
Shadows wore thin with less and less skin
And the clothes that were draped
Was all that told man from ape
Change must be earned
Sacrificial bonfire must reign
Reign over good
Banish the bad

Van Halen

“Don’t Tell Me (What Love Can Do)” by Van Halen.

Words and music by E Van Halen, S Hagar, M Anthony and A Van Halen. © 1995 Yessup Music Company ASCAP.
Thanks to R. Coleman for the recommendation and information.

It’s OK, I’ll do what I want
If I choose, I can take the fall
There’s a choice
It’s my destiny
In my hands
yeah it’s up to me
I can drive
I can shoot a gun in the streets
score me some heroin
I can jump
Be the sacrifice
Bear the cross just like Jesus Christ
And I don’t wanna hear
What love can do
No, I ain’t gonna tell ya
what’s right for you
Is It right to take the easy way
Close your eyes
Get on your knees and pray
Now you’re saved by a higher voice
Givin’ up, givin’ up, givin’ up your choice
If I’m wrong, then I’ll pay for it
If I’m right, yeah you’re gonna hear about it
But I’ve tried, yeah I’ve tried for it
I’ll try, I’ll try ’til I’m satisfied
And I…
I’m tired of hearing what love can do
And I…
Ain’t gonna tell you what’s right for you
I’ve seen the damage done
Yeah I heard the shotgun
Don’t stop the setting sun on my kingdom come
Ohhh…
Is it right to take the easy way
I don’t know, I get down on my knees and pray
Now I’m saved by a higher voice
Givin’ up, givin’ up, givin’ up my choice
If I’m wrong, hey, they’ll pay for it
If I’m right, yeah
Your gonna deal with it
’cause I tried, yeah, I tried for it
I’ll try, I’ll try, even die for it
No I…
Don’t wanna hear what love can do
No I…
I can’t tell ya what’s right for you
Oh I…I…I…
Tell you what love can do
No I…I…I…
Can’t say but your time is through
I’ve seen the damage done
Oh, Lord, I heard the shotgun
I fought the setting sun
On my kingdom come
Ohhh…
Don’t tell me what love can do
Hey, hey, hey
Don’t tell me what love can do
Hey, hey, hey

Tool

“Opiate” by Tool.

Words and music by Tool. © 1992 Volcano Entertainment.
Thanks to J. Maillet for the recommendation and information.

Choices always were a problem for you.
What you need is someone strong to guide you.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow,
What you need is someone strong to use you…
Like me,
Like me.

If you want to get your soul to heaven,
Trust in me.
Don’t judge or question.
You are broken now,
But faith can heal you.
Just do everything I tell you to do.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow.
Let me lay my holy hand upon you.

My Gods will
Becomes me.
When he speaks out,
He speaks through me.
He has needs
Like I do.
We both want
To rape you.

Jesus Christ, why don’t you come save my life.
Open my eyes and blind me with your light
And your lies.

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“Eulogy” by Tool.

Words and music by Tool. © 1996 Volcano Entertainment.
Thanks to J. Maillet for the recommendation and information.

He had alot to say.
He had alot of nothing to say.
We’ll miss him.

So long.
We wish you well.
You told us how you weren’t afraid to die.
Well then, so long.
Don’t cry.
Or feel too down.
Not all martyrs see divinity.
But at least you tried.

Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice that was strong and loud.
We’ll miss him.
Ranting and pointing his finger
At everything but his heart.
We’ll miss him.

No way to recall
What it was that you had said to me,
Like I care at all.

So loud.
You sure could yell.
You took a stand on every little thing
And so loud.

Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice so strong and loud and I
Swallowed his facade cuz I’m so
Eager to identify with
Someone above the ground,
Someone who seemed to feel the same,
Someone prepared to lead the way, with
Someone who would die for me.

Will you? Will you now?
Would you die for me?
Don’t you fuckin lie.

Don’t you step out of line.
Don’t you fuckin lie.

You’ve claimed all this time that you would die for me.
Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy?

You had alot to say.
You had alot of nothing to say.

Come down.
Get off your fuckin cross.
We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr.

To ascend you must die.
You must be crucified
For your sins and your lies.

Goodbye…

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“Disgustipated” by Tool.

Words and music by Tool. © 1993 Volcano Entertainment.
Thanks to R. Coleman for the recommendation and information.

And the angel of the lord came unto me. Snatching me up from my place of slumber, and took me on high, and higher still until we moved through the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmland of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom arose from the soil. One thousand, nay, a million voices full of fear. And terror possessed me then. And I begged: ‘Angel of the lord, what are these tortured screams?’ And the angel said unto me: ‘These are the cries of the carrots. The cries of the carrot. You see, reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day, and to them, it is the holocaust.’ And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat with the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared: ‘Hear me now, I have seen the light.

They have a consciousness! They have a life! They have a soul. Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses. Save our brothers. Can I get an amen. Can I get a haleluia. Thank you, Jesus.’

This is necessary.
Life feeds on life.

It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky. That made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you, too. When you stood up, there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh, lord, why did everything have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt, and it rang when you stood up. Your head was amost empty.

It always hurt you when you woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch, onto your gravel road, and you began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You could see the car parked far down the road, and you walked toward it. If god is our father, you thought, then Satan must be our cousin. Why didn’t anyone else understand these important things. When you got to your car, you tried all the doors.

They were locked. It was a red car, and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color. And of course, those little people out there were yours, too.

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“Flood” by Tool.

Words and music by Tool. © 1993 Volcano Entertainment.
Thanks to R. Coleman for the recommendation and information.

All I knew. All I believe.
Crumbling images no longer comfort me.
Scramble to reach higher ground.
Order and sanity something to comfort me.
Take what is mine. Horde what is mine.
Suffocate what is mine. Bury what’s mine.
Soon the water will come and claim what is mine.
I must leave it behind and climb to a new place now.
This ground is not the rock I thought it would be.
Thought I was high. Thought I was free.
That I was there. Divine destiny.
I was wrong. This changes everything.
Running away, got me running away.
Now I’m running away.
I will take what is mine. Horde what is mine.
Suffocate what is mine. Bury what’s mine.
Soon the water will come and claim what is mine.
I must leave it behind and climb to a new place.
Water rising up on me.
Said that water rising up on me.
Thought the sun would come deliver me.
But the truth has come to punish me instead.
Die..
Ground break down right under me.
Cleanse and purge me in the water.

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“Sober” by Tool.

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Words and music by Tool. © 1993 Volcano Entertainment.
Thanks to R. Coleman for the recommendation and information.

There’s a shadow just behind me,
shrouding every breath I take,
making every promise empty,
pointing every finger at me.

Waiting like a stalking butler
who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the path called “must we”
just before the son has come.

Jesus, won’t you fucking whistle
something but the past and done?
Why can’t we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can’t we drink forever.
I just want to start things over.
I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you
just enough to bring you down.
Trust me.
Mother Mary won’t you whisper
something but what’s past and done.
Trust me.
I want what I want

Tom Waits

“God’s Away on Business” by Tom Waits.

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Words and music by Tom Waits. © 2002 Epitaph Records.

I’d sell your heart to the junk-man baby for a buck, for a buck!
If you’re looking for someone To pull you out of that ditch You’re out of luck, you’re out of luck
The ship is sinking, the ship is sinking, the ship is sinking
There’s a leak, there’s a leak In the boiler room,
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who are the ones left in charge?
Killers, thieves and Lawyers
God’s away, God’s away, God’s away
On Business. Business.
God’s away, God’s away, God’s away
On Business. Business.

Digging up the dead with A shovel and a pick It’s a job, it’s a job
Bloody moon rising with A plague and a flood Join the mob, join the mob
It’s all over, it’s all over, it’s all over
There’s a leak, there’s a leak, In the boiler room
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who are the ones that we kept in charge?
Killers, thieves, and lawyers
God’s away, God’s away, God’s away
On Business. Business.
God’s away, God’s away,
On Business. Business.

Goddamn ther’s always such A big temptation To be good, To be good
Tere’s always free cheddar in A mousetrap, baby It’s a deal, it’s a deal
God’s away, God’s away, God’s away
On Business. Business.
God’s away, God’s away, God’s away
On Business. Business.
I narrow my eyes like a coin slot baby,
Let her ring, let her ring
God’s away, God’s away,
God’s away on Business. Business.
God’s away, God’s away,
God’s away on Business. Business.

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“Chocolate Jesus” by Tom Waits.

Words and music by Tom Waits. © 1999 Anti Records.
Watch Tom Waits perform this live.

Don’t go to church on Sunday
Don’t get on my knees to pray
Don’t memorize the books of the Bible
I got my own special way
Bit I know Jesus loves me
Maybe just a little bit more

I fall on my knees every Sunday
At Zerelda Lee’s candy store

Well it’s got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied

Well I don’t want no Anna Zabba
Don’t want no Almond Joy
There ain’t nothing better
Suitable for this boy
Well it’s the only thing
That can pick me up
Better than a cup of gold
See only a chocolate Jesus
Can satisfy my soul

When the weather gets rough
And it’s whiskey in the shade
It’s best to wrap your savior
Up in cellophane
He flows like the big muddy
But that’s ok
Pour him over ice cream
For a nice parfait

Well it’s got to be a chocolate Jesus
Good enough for me
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Good enough for me

Well it’s got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied