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

Rush

“Witch Hunt” by Rush.

Words by Neil Peart, music by Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson. © 1981 PolyGram Records Inc, USA.
Thanks to J. Bolen of the Idaho Atheists for the recommendation and information.

The night is black
Without a moon
The air is thick and still
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit hill

Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right-
Confident their ways are best

The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat, and burn, and kill

They say there are strangers, who threaten us
In our immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness, too dangerous
In our theaters and bookstore shelves
Those who know what’s best for us-
Must rise and save us from ourselves

Quick to judge
Quick to anger
Slow to understand

Ignorance and prejudice
And fear
Walk hand in hand

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“Free Will” by Rush.

Words by Neil Peart, music by Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson. © 1980 Mercury/PolyGram.
Thanks to M. Merritt for the recommendation and information.

There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance,
A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance.

A planet of playthings,
We dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot perceive
“The stars aren’t aligned –
Or the gods are malign”
Blame is better to give than receive.

You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice.
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill;
I will choose a path that’s clear-
I will choose Free Will.

There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand,
The cards were stacked against them – they weren’t born in Lotus-Land.

All preordained-
A prisoner in chains-
A victim of venomous fate.
Kicked in the face,
You can’t pray for a place
In Heaven’s unearthly estate.

You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice.
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill;
I will choose a path that’s clear-
I will choose Free Will.

Each of us-
A cell of awareness-
Imperfect and incomplete.
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt that’s far too fleet.

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“Roll the Bones” by Rush.

Words by Neil Peart, music by Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson. © 1980 Mercury/PolyGram.
Thanks to S. Hunter for the recommendation and information.

Well, you can stake that claim
Good work is the key to good fortune
Winners take that praise
Losers seldom take that blame
If they don’t take that game
And sometimes the winner takes nothing
We draw our own designs
But fortune has to make that frame

We go out in the world and take our chances
Fate is just the weight of circumstances
That’s the way that lady luck dances
Roll the bones

Why are we here?
Because we’re here
Roll the bones
Why does it happen?
Because it happens
Roll the bones

Faith is cold as ice
Why are little ones born only to suffer
For the want of immunity
Or a bowl of rice?
Well, who would hold a price
On the heads of the innocent children
If there’s some immortal power
To control the dice?

We come into the world and take our chances
Fate is just the weight of circumstances
That’s the way that lady luck dances
Roll the bones

Jack — relax.
Get busy with the facts.
No zodiacs or almanacs,
No maniacs in polyester slacks.
Just the facts.
Gonna kick some gluteus max.
It’s a parallax — you dig?
You move around
The small gets big. It’s a rig
It’s action — reaction
Random interaction.
So who’s afraid
Of a little abstraction?
Can’t get no satisfaction
From the facts?
You better run, homeboy
A fact’s a fact
From Nome to Rome, boy.

What’s the deal? Spin the wheel.
If the dice are hot — take a shot.
Play your cards. Show us what you got
What you’re holding.
If the cards are cold,
Don’t go folding.
Lady Luck is golden;
She favours the bold. That’s cold
Stop throwing stones
The night has a thousand saxophones. So get out there and rock,
And roll the bones.
Get busy!

Roll the bones

Propagandhi

“Haillie Sellasse, Up Your Ass” by Propagandhi.

Words and music by . © 1993 Fat Wreck Chords.
Thanks to Punky Junky for the song suggestion.

You speak of Rastafari, but how can you justify belief
In a god that’s left you behind?
You’ve simply filled the gap between the upper and lower class
And your faith merely keeps you in line.
An amalgamation of jewish scripture and christian thought.
What will that get you? Not a fuck of a lot.
Take a look at your promised land.
Your deed is that gun in your hand.
Mt. Zion’s a minefield. The West Bank. The Gaza Strip.
Soon to be parking lots for American tourists and fascist cops.
Fuck zionism. Fuck militarism. Fuck americanism.
Fuck nationalism. Fuck religion.

Pressure 4-5

“Dehydration” by Pressure 4-5.

Words and music by Pressure 4-5. © 2001 SKG Music LLC
Thanks to D. Hammond for the song suggestion.

Faith is falling
Thoughts come undone
And every single cell inside your body goes
Numb, just like it never did before
Just like it never did

My faith failing
Where’d it come from
And every single cell inside my body is numb
Shout to anyone in the dark
Feel these words that create a spark
‘Cause there’s a…

(Chorus)
Fire that burns us
And we can’t live without water
Face the flood ’cause it’s going under
And only those without wings will die

People speak and sing and stand up
But words aren’t enough to fill my cup
When there’s a…

(Chorus)
Looking up, how I’d love to join them
But I never learned to fly
I never learned to fly
(That’s not the reason)
That I have never tried
(What you believe in)
I guess it seemed so tired
(What you believe in)

So face your own flood
Together we.
Drown, just like we never did before
Just like we never did

(Chorus)

Pennywise

“Waste of Time” by Pennywise.

Words and music by Pennywise. © 2002 Epitaph records.
Thanks to “Snowboarder” for the recommendation and information.

I got a question for all you sinners
Have you ever wondered is this all there is to life?
A quick adventure- Not much to mention
A slow procession leading us to die
Or is there a heaven- A distant valley
A golden meadow waiting for us in the sky
No one right answer spirit seems broken
Still I just can’t help but wonder why
Seems like a tragic waste of time
Who cares what happens when you die?
Life’s too short to wonder why
Get on with your life
In towering churches- And holy temples
They all conspired- To tell me how to live my life
But no religion- Or new theism
Could ever provide proof to quench my mind
And now I wonder- Who’s sky I’m under
Is there a heaven- waiting for me when I die
No one right answer- Spirit seems broken
And still I can’t help but wonder why
So many questions I can’t tell the difference
Too many abstract thoughts now wrestle in my mind
But through the darkness somewhere should be waiting
A final truth to shower me with light
Their pearls of wisdom- And tales of glory
They feed me nicely until I found it was all a lie
No one right answer- Spirit seems broken
And still I can’t help but wonder why

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“My God” by Pennywise.

Words and music by Pennywise. © 2002 Epitaph records.
Thanks to “Snowboarder” for the recommendation and information.

people on the street they want to find a god
they’ll never know organized religion pulls the blinds
then they pull the wool
they open up your head
they’re fucking with your mind
now you can’t see because you’re blind
you try to make amends but your heads still spinning round
the church of jesus christ says it’s time
don’t fuck around
you want to go to heaven
you see it isn’t free
give your money up to me
my god is not the one that you wanna see
your god is a mirage
a conspiracy
you pray for forgiveness
cause your sinning scared you to death
so your money you’ll be giving
holier than thou with your one way morality
i think your shallow faith isn’t based in reality
you don’t like how we’re living
we’re sinful and obscene
why are you judging me?
you’re richer than god but you’re crying out for more
you’re living like a king while you steal from the poor
you wanna be forgiven
get on your knees and pray
send in your cash and be saved
better hope you’ve been chosen to be saved
cause your empathy only goes so far today
pay no mind to those in pain
they just want the souls that are willing to pay their way
your god’s not for me