Originally posted by Nyxie...based on the AWESOME book by Dalton Trumbo.
one, by metallica, and the video featured clips from a movie called " johnny got his gun" starring jason robards about a man who was injured in war so bad he was incaple of communication through speach and having no limbs, he would tap his head in morse code every time a nurse would come in the room ( kill me kill me)
Weezer Glorious Day
Gonna make my move
Gonna make it stay
Gonna make it last
Nevermind the past
Living for today
Hey, hey
You know what you want me to say
Right, right
Fight, fight
We can start a glorious day
Gonna take my chance
Gonna rock and dance
Gonna hit the ground
With a brand new sound
Looking for romance
Hey, hey
You know what you want me to say
Right, right
Fight, fight
We can start a glorious day
Glorious children on my mind
Glorious wastings of my time
Glorious plans we make up
Forcing things in line
Hey, hey
You know what you want me to say
Right, right
Fight, fight
We can start a glorious day
Glorious children on my mind
Glorious wastings of my time
Glorious plans we make up
Forcing things in life
Gonna rock it out
Gonna scream and shout
Gonna do it right
Standing in the light
Perchin' on the clouds
Gonna do it right
Standing in the light
Perchin' on the clouds
Gonna do it right
Standing in the light
Perchin' on the clouds
Hey!
The Banks of the Deep End
By Gov't Mule
and Mike Gordon (from Phish, of course)
on the banks of the deep end
where your soul is your best friend
searching for a reason
to go astray
wild dreams turn to nightmares
silver clouds turn to golden stairs
and everything that you used to know
is slipping away
here i've got my puzzle-piece
only got it for a short term lease
no time for asking
no going back to get hurt
i take a little from the mixture
try to fit it into the picture
got a place where you're standing
dig your shoes into the dirt
trying hard to get back
runnin' on the stones
put you on my shoulders
we can be the only one
see the world's still spinning 'round
gettin' dizzy when we look
there's a reason to be home
there's a feeling when you smile
but it feels like it might take over
this feeling deep inside
and there's a distance down the line
far away from the station
we can leave it all behind
on a rolling creation
sit away from the window
and lock the door
can't you learn from the last time
and the time before
see the world's still spinning 'round
gettin' dizzy when we look
got to leave town
to see the yellow flowers bloom
sun going down
it's gonna be rising soon
on the banks of the deep end
twisted as a riverbend
searching for a reason to go astray
you couldn't hire twenty-five men
to do what the man could do
just the sound of his walking
could split the whole damn town in two
into the night full of shadows
he still walks when the thunder rolls
this river ain't shallow
reminds us that the bell still tolls
bears in the kitchen
tigers on tv
the singer's pretending
that this song's for me
see the world's still spinning 'round
gettin' dizzy when we look
you took a wrong turn
down by the waterline
i heard they had to drag you off the sand
find a dune and the wind will miss you
hold on to a piece of dry land
got to hold on to a piece of dry land
got to hold on to a piece of dry land
on the banks of the deep end
where i lost my best friend
searching for a reason to go astray
Better off without a wife by Tom Waits
all my friends are married
every Tom and Dick and Harry
you must be strong
to go it alone
here's to the bachelors
and the bowery bums
and those who feel that they're the ones
who are better off without a wife
I like to sleep until the crack of noon
midnight howlin' at the moon
goin' out when I wanto, comin' home when I please
I don't have to ask permission
if I want to go out fishing
and I never have to ask for the keys
never been no Valentino
had a girl who lived in Reno
left me for a trumpet player
didn't get me down
he was wanted for assault
though he said it weren't his fault
well the coppers rode him right
out of town
(chorus)
selfish about my privacy
as long as I can be with me
we get along so well I can't believe
I love to chew the fat with folks
and listen to all your dirty jokes
I'm so thankful for these friends
I do receive
(chorus)
Not fond of this genre, but:
''Well while digesting Reader's Digest
In the back of a dirty book store,
A flag decal, with gum on the back,
Fell out on the floor.
So I picked it up and I ran outside
And I slapped on my windowshield,
And if I could see old Betsy Ross now
I tell her how good I feel.
Chorus
Oh but your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
They're already overcrowded
From your dirty little wars.
Now Jesus he don't like killin'
No matter what the reason is for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
(Well) I went into the bank this morning
and the teller she said to me,
"If you join our Chrismas club
we'll give you ten of those flags for free."
So I didn't mess around a bit
and I took her up on what she said.
And I stuck those stickers
all over my car And one on my wife's forehead.
Chorus
Oh but your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
They're already overcrowded
From your dirty little wars.
Now Jesus he don't like killin'
No matter what the reason is for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
(Well) I got my car so stickered up
That I couldn't see.
Then I ran it right upside a curb
And then right into a tree.
By the time they called a doctor down
I was already dead.
And I'll never understand why the man
Standing at the Pearly Gates said...
Oh but your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
We're already overcrowded
From your dirty little wars.
Now Jesus he don't like killin'
No matter what the reason is for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.''
~John Prine
Laura Love
‘Punctured and Hissing’
Anywhere we went you drove me there
And I would swell for you
Anytime I started to get low
You knew just how to blow me up
The road can’t wait to carry you away
Beneath the snaking brides up ahead
Punctured and hissing I’m down
The way that I see myself
I don’t have a will anymore
Or the way to mend myself
Why isn’t someone to patch
Appearing even as I speak?
It’s not a good idea to leave me here
Punctured and hissing!
All along the way I held you up
Delivering for you
Revolutionary to a fault
Turned faithfully for you
The road can’t wait to carry you away
Beneath the snaking bridges up ahead
Punctured and hissing I’m down
The way that I see myself
I don’t have a will anymore
Or the way to mend myself
Why isn’t someone to patch
Appearing even as I speak?
It’s not a good idea to leave me here
Punctured and hissing!
Everclear
Strawberry
Never been here, never coming back
Never want to think about the things
That happened today
Want to lay down on
the warm ground
I think I'm going to need
A little time to myself
Don't fall down now
You will never get up
Don't fall down now
I ask you for a slow ride
Going nowhere
You look like Satan
You ask me if I want to get high
Couple of bags down in old town
You tie your arm and
Ask me if I wanted to drive
Don't fall down now
You will never get up
Don't fall down now
Last thing I recall
I was in the air
I woke up on the street
Crawling with my strawberry burns
Ten long years in a straight line
They fall like water
Yes, I guess I fucked up again
Don't fall down now
You will never get up
Don't fall down now
Rush song: Anagram*
There's a snake coming out of the darkness
Parade from paradise
End the need for eden
Chase the dreams of Merchandise
There is tic and toc in atomic
Leaders make a deal
The cosmic is largely comic
a con they couldn't conceal
There is no safe seat at the feast
Take your best stab at the beast
The night is turning thin
The saint is turning to sin
Raise the art to resistance
Danger dare to be grand
Pride reduced to humble pie
Diamonds down to sand
Take heart from earth and weather
The brightness of new birth
Take heart from the harvest
Shave the harvest from the earth
Reasoning is partly insane
Image just an eyless game
The night is turning thin
The saint is turning to sin
Miracles will have their claimers
More will bow to Rome
He and she are in the house
But there's only me at home
Rose is a rose of splendor
Posed to respond in the end
Lonely things like nights,
I find, end finer with a friend
I hear in the rate of her heart
A tear in the heat of the art
The night turns thin
The saint turns to sin.
*By the way, each line, in fact, contains an anagram.
"Happy Houre Hero" By moe.
A pint of beer and a pretty girl...a pack of Camel Lights
Another night, another bar...green, green neon lights
Smoke acts as a camouflage for every lizard with a light
Forget about the pretty girl...a Saranac will do just fine
A pint of beer and a shot of Jack...a pack of Camel Lights
Some days don't see the day and some don't see the night
Damn barstool wobbles, ain't no footrest at the bar
When I pass through my water glass I can, I can see who you are
Chorus (Repeated 2x):
One more bottle
One more bottle
One more bottle for this happy hour hero
A pint of beer and a pretty girl...a pack of Camel Lights
Sweaty little men worship those Southern girls in tights
And we keep on playin' the songs that no one wants to hear
Sweaty little man just shot a hundred-dollar bill without a care
And we play from ten to two, but we work from noon to four
Try to make a guarantee, try to make points on the door
No one tells us what to do, no one tells us where to go
One more bottle for this happy hour hero
(Chorus Repeated 2x)
And Charlotte's a long way to go, just to show 'em what you got
And I hear it's worth the trip...the room gets burning hot
Let me jot down one more thing, just one more thing before I go
One more bottle for this happy hour hero
One more bottle for this happy hour hero
One more bottle for this happy hour hero
One more bottle for this happy hour hero
One more bottle for this happy hour, this happy hour hero
Life Is A Rock (But The Radio Rolled Me)
Reunion
B. Bumble and the Stingers, Mott the Hoople, Ray Charles Singers
Lonnie Mack and twangin' Eddy, here's my ring we're goin' steady
Take it easy, take me higher, liar liar, house on fire
Locomotion, Poco, Passion, Deeper Purple, Satisfaction
Baby baby gotta gotta gimme gimme gettin' hotter
Sammy's cookin', Lesley Gore and Ritchie Valens, end of story
Mahavishnu, fujiyama, kama-sutra, rama-lama
Richard Perry, Spector, Barry, Rogers-Hart, Nilsson, Harry
Shimmy shimmy ko-ko bop and Fats is back and Finger Poppin'
Life is a rock but the radio rolled me
Gotta turn it up louder, so my DJ told me
Life is a rock but the radio rolled me
At the end of my rainbow lies a golden oldie
FM, AM, hits are clickin' while the clock is tock-a-tickin'
Friends and Romans, salutations, Brenda and the Tabulations
Carly Simon, I behold her, Rolling Stones and centerfoldin'
Johnny Cash and Johnny Rivers, can't stop now, I got the shivers
Mungo Jerry, Peter Peter Paul and Paul and Mary Mary
Dr. John the nightly tripper, Doris Day and Jack the Ripper
Gotta go Sir, gotta swelter, Leon Russell, Gimme Shelter
Miracles in smokey places, slide guitars and Fender basses
Mushroom omelet, Bonnie Bramlett, Wilson Pickett, stop and kick it
Life is a rock but the radio rolled me
Life is a rock but the radio . . .
Arthur Janov's primal screamin', Hawkins, Jay and Dale and Ronnie
Kukla, Fran and Norma Okla Denver, John and Osmond, Donny
JJ Cale and ZZ Top and LL Bean and De De Dinah
David Bowie, Steely Dan and sing me prouder, CC Rider
Edgar Winter, Joanie Sommers, Osmond Brothers, Johnny Thunders
Eric Clapton, pedal wah-wah, Stephen Foster, do-dah do-dah
Good Vibrations, Help Me Rhonda, Surfer Girl and Little Honda
Tighter, tighter, honey, honey, sugar, sugar, yummy, yummy
CBS and Warner Brothers, RCA and all the others
Life is a rock but the radio rolled me
Gotta turn it up louder, so my DJ told me
Life is a rock but the radio rolled me
At the end of my rainbow lies a golden oldie
Listen (remember) they're playing our song
Rock it, sock it, Alan Freed me, Murray Kaufman, try to leave me
Fish, and Swim, and Boston Monkey, Make it bad and play it funky
(Wanna take you higher!)
"U.S. Blues" by The Grateful Dead
Red and white, blue suede shoes, I'm Uncle Sam, how do you do?
Gimme five, I'm still alive, ain't no luck, I learned to duck.
Check my pulse, it don't change. Stay seventy-two come shine or rain.
Wave the flag, pop the bag, rock the boat, skin the goat.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.
I'm Uncle Sam, that's who I am; Been hidin' out in a rock and roll band.
Shake the hand that shook the hand of P.T. Barnum and Charlie Chan.
Shine your shoes, light your fuse. Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues?
I'll drink your health, share your wealth, run your life, steal your wife.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.
Back to back chicken shack. Son of a gun, better change your act.
We're all confused, what's to lose?
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.
They Might Might Be Giants
Dead
I returned a bag of groceries
Accidently taken off the shelf
Before the expiration date
I came back as a bag of groceries
Accidently taken off the shelf
Before the date stamped on myself
Did a large procession wave their (did a)
Torches as my head fell in the basket, (large pro-)
And was everybody dancing on the casket? (cession dance? )
Now it’s over I’m dead and I haven’t done anything that I want (now it’s over)
Or, I’m still alive and there’s nothing I want to do
I will never say the word
Procrastinate again; I’ll never
See myself in the mirror with my eyes closed
I didn’t apologize for
When I was eight and I made my younger brother
Have to be my personal slave
Did a large procession wave their (did a)
Torches as my head fell in the basket, (large pro-)
And was everybody dancing on the casket? (cession dance? )
Now it’s over I’m dead and I haven’t done anything that I want (now it’s over)
Or, I’m still alive and there’s nothing I want to do
(so) so I won’t
(sit) sit at home
(and) anymore
(and) and you won’t
(and) see my head in
(and) the window
(and) and I won’t
(and) be around
(and) ever anymore
(and) and I’ll be up there on the wall at the store
I returned a bag of groceries
Accidently taken off the shelf
Before the expiration date
I came back as a bag of groceries
Accidently taken off the shelf
Before the date stamped on myself
Did a large procession wave their (did a)
Torches as my head fell in the basket, (large pro-)
And was everybody dancing on the casket? (cession dance? )
Now it’s over I’m dead and I haven’t done anything that I want (now it’s over)
Or, I’m still alive and there’s nothing I want to do
Now it’s over I’m dead and I haven’t done anything that I want (now it’s over)
Or, I’m still alive and there’s nothing I want to do