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MOOG
They tell us that
We lost our tails
Evolving up
From little snails
I say it's all
Just wind in sails
Are we not men?
We are devo!
We're pinheads now
We are not whole
We're pinheads all
Jocko homo
Are we not men?
D-E-V-O
Monkey men all
In business suit
Teachers and critics
All dance the poot
Are we not men?
We are devo!
Are we not men?
D-E-V-O
God made man
But he used the monkey to do it
Apes in the plan
We're all here to prove it
I can walk like an ape
Talk like an ape
I can do what a monkey can do
God made man
But a monkey supplied the glue
We must repeat
okay let's go!
Songwriters: MARK ALLEN MOTHERSBAUGH
They tell us that
We lost our tails
Evolving up
From little snails
I say it's all
Just wind in sails
Are we not men?
We are devo!
We're pinheads now
We are not whole
We're pinheads all
Jocko homo
Are we not men?
D-E-V-O
Monkey men all
In business suit
Teachers and critics
All dance the poot
Are we not men?
We are devo!
Are we not men?
D-E-V-O
God made man
But he used the monkey to do it
Apes in the plan
We're all here to prove it
I can walk like an ape
Talk like an ape
I can do what a monkey can do
God made man
But a monkey supplied the glue
We must repeat
okay let's go!
Songwriters: MARK ALLEN MOTHERSBAUGH
MOOG/Hammond/Piano
Huh? Shut up.
Crank it up and Just Listen...
Huh? Shut up.
Crank it up and Just Listen...
MOOG up the wazoo...
Race of doom
Is it on
Is it off
Reply
It's a matter of time
It's a matter of luck
It's a factor of chance
'Til i self-destruct
You fire at random
I'm under attack
Strapped in and freewheeling
Flying off the track
I want to be your time bomb
Let me be your time bomb baby
I want to be your time bomb
Please let me be your time bomb baby
Everywhere there is danger
Absolutely for real
Subliminal feelings
Too strong to conceal
Unscramble your program
My turn to unload
Unbelievably certain
Guaranteed to explode
Songwriters: GERALD CASALE, MARK MOTHERSBAUGH
Race of doom
Is it on
Is it off
Reply
It's a matter of time
It's a matter of luck
It's a factor of chance
'Til i self-destruct
You fire at random
I'm under attack
Strapped in and freewheeling
Flying off the track
I want to be your time bomb
Let me be your time bomb baby
I want to be your time bomb
Please let me be your time bomb baby
Everywhere there is danger
Absolutely for real
Subliminal feelings
Too strong to conceal
Unscramble your program
My turn to unload
Unbelievably certain
Guaranteed to explode
Songwriters: GERALD CASALE, MARK MOTHERSBAUGH
Having a good time, baby
You're having a ball
Your daddy don't dig what you look like
Don't dig it at all
Don't understand
What you're going through
No, no, no, no, no, no, he don't
He says there's only one way that you stay alive
Keep working for your pension till you're sixty five
Hey, no, no, don't dig it at all
You've grown up a big girl, baby
You're doing all right
You sleep in the daytime, baby now
You're leaping all night
Got your own scene
Said you're doing fine
My, my, my, doing fine, girl
Live like you want, let them call you a freak
You'll be a baby factory when you're married a week
Oh, no, no, no, can you live in a box? Get out, get out
You're having a good time, baby
You're loving your life
There's more things ahead now, baby
Than being a wife
Well, I love your mind
'Cause you know it's free
Little darlin'
Don't worry about the people who scream and shout
Just give them fifty years and they might forget it out
Hey, yeah, I've gotta have me a good time
Darling, let it all hang out
Songwriters
ALVIN LEE
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I've been working on the road about fifteen years
Been blowing my mind, I've been blasting my ears
Don't you know, babe?
I've been sleeping all day and working all night
I made a lot of money, but it don't feel right
Don't you know, babe?
Well, I've seen the world and it's seen me
In a strange kind of way I guess I'm free
Don't you know, babe?
Well, I've seen it bad and I've seen it good
But, now, I want to clear my blood
Don't you know, babe?
I've got a feeling for home
Somewhere that I call my own
Well, I tried to live the way I should
I've shed some tears and sweated blood
Don't you know, babe?
And I think it's time I took a break
'Cause I have took all I can take
Don't you know, babe?
I've got a feeling for home
Somewhere that I call my own
Take me home, babe
I want to know you
I want to show you
I want to grow you
Inside of me
I want to see you
I want to free you
I want to be you
Inside of me
Love me 50,000 miles beneath my brain
Love me 50,000 times and then again
Can you love me with a thousand eyes?
Can you see right through my bones?
Can you kiss me with a thousand lips?
Can you melt a solid stone?
Can you hear me from a thousand miles
When you're screaming at the stars?
Can you pull me up to Jupiter
When I'm all hung up on Mars?
Burn my eyes with your flame
Let your world spin free
Let it go, baby
I'll do the same
All depends on me
Let it go
It's all the same
What with jewels that you can't see
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, babe
Bring it on home to me...
Songwriters: ALVIN LEE
They took me down the grading station
And they classified me zed
'Cause of over population
They told me that I would soon be dead
But I slipped out of the force field
And hid beneath the monorail
But the automatic blood hounds
Lord, they're soon hot along my trail
Now if I had been a scholar
With computer working hard
Then my molecular structure
Would not be on the grader's card
So, I know that they will get me
Put my index in the brain
Then, the atoms of my body
Will be disposed of, Lordy, down the drain
Songwriters
ALVIN LEE
Me and my baby never get the blues
Me and my baby never get the blues
Me and my woman got nothing left to lose
Me and my baby never get uptight
Me and my baby never get uptight
Me and my woman never do a damn thing right
Me and my baby always feeling good
Me and my baby always feeling good
We love each other, sure no reason why we should
Me and my baby really got it made
Me and my baby really got it made
I get her loving when the other man is paid
Me and my baby living like we should
Me and my baby living like we should
We don't act bad 'cause we don't know what it's like to be good
Songwriters: ALVIN LEE
You roly-poly
All over town
But you come on back to me
When things are down
Love like a man
Love all you can
Your satisfaction
Is growing less
If you come on back to me
Use my address and let you
Love like a man
Love all you can
You are the woman
You can't deny
You look so good to me, girl
You make me high
I'll tell you something
I think you know
When you flash those eyes at me
All systems go and let you
Love like a man
Love all you can
Songwriters: ALVIN LEE
Life is going around in circles
Wonder will it ever end
If I die, baby, will you miss me
Or just find another friend
Does it matter what I do
Live life right or bear a grudge?
Does it matter what I do
Is there anyone to judge?
I have been to many places
I have journeyed through the mind
Though I've found some different faces
Another answer I can't find
Does it matter what I do
Is there anyone to say?
Does it matter what I do
Is there any other way?
I have got what I once dreamed of
As a child, so long ago
But my life just goes in circles
'Cause one answer I don't know
Does it matter what I do
Who will hear me if I cry?
Does it matter what I do
Does it matter if I die?
A thousand cities in the night
Each one waiting for the light
Ten million people plan their day
As the sun still burns away
As the earth just spins in space
People plan their daily race
As the sun still burns away
Few say "Thank you for the day"
All the people in their ties
Forget to look up at the sky
they exist another day
As the sun still burns away
I wonder just how long we'll last
When the final die is cast
Every day brings forth the time
When the sun forgets to shine
Songwriters
ALVIN LEE
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
The tidal destruction
The moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
The newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
Your suntan does rapidly peel and
Your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today and you
Shake your head and
Say it's a shame.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages, let them sing the song.
Songwriters: IAN ANDERSON
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
The tidal destruction
The moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
The newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
Your suntan does rapidly peel and
Your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today and you
Shake your head and
Say it's a shame.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages, let them sing the song.
Songwriters: IAN ANDERSON
Uhhh, Look out for:
I. The Stones Of Years
Has the dawn ever seen your eyes?
Have the days made you so unwise?
Realize, you are.
Had you talked to the winds of time,
Then you'd know how the waters rhyme,
Taste of wine,
How can you know where you've been?
In time you'll see the sign
And realize your sin.
Will you know how the seed is sown?
All your time has been overgrown,
Never known.
Have you walked on the stones of years?
When you speak, is it you that hears?
Are your ears full?
You can't hear anything at all.
II. Mass
The preacher said a prayer.
Save ev'ry single hair on his head.
He's dead.
The minister of hate had just arrived to late to be spared.
Who cared?
The weaver in the web that he made!
The pilgrim wandered in,
Commiting ev'ry sin that he could
So good...
The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved
From the grave
The weaver in the web that he made!
The high priest took a blade
To bless the ones that prayed,
And all obeyed.
The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time,
A sign.
The weaver in the web that he made!
A bishops rings a bell,
A cloak of darkness fell across the ground
Without a sound!
The silent choir sing and in their silence,
Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground.
The weaver in the web that he made!
III: The Battlefield
Clear the battlefield and let me see
All the profit from our victory.
You talk of freedom, starving children fall.
Are you deaf when you hear the season's call?
Were you there to watch the earth be scorched?
Did you stand beside the spectral torch?
Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face,
Scattered on the ashes of disgrace.
Ev'ry blade is sharp; the arrows fly
Where the victims of your armies lie,
Where the blades of brass and arrows reign
Then there will be no sorrow,
Be no pain.
I. The Stones Of Years
Has the dawn ever seen your eyes?
Have the days made you so unwise?
Realize, you are.
Had you talked to the winds of time,
Then you'd know how the waters rhyme,
Taste of wine,
How can you know where you've been?
In time you'll see the sign
And realize your sin.
Will you know how the seed is sown?
All your time has been overgrown,
Never known.
Have you walked on the stones of years?
When you speak, is it you that hears?
Are your ears full?
You can't hear anything at all.
II. Mass
The preacher said a prayer.
Save ev'ry single hair on his head.
He's dead.
The minister of hate had just arrived to late to be spared.
Who cared?
The weaver in the web that he made!
The pilgrim wandered in,
Commiting ev'ry sin that he could
So good...
The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved
From the grave
The weaver in the web that he made!
The high priest took a blade
To bless the ones that prayed,
And all obeyed.
The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time,
A sign.
The weaver in the web that he made!
A bishops rings a bell,
A cloak of darkness fell across the ground
Without a sound!
The silent choir sing and in their silence,
Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground.
The weaver in the web that he made!
III: The Battlefield
Clear the battlefield and let me see
All the profit from our victory.
You talk of freedom, starving children fall.
Are you deaf when you hear the season's call?
Were you there to watch the earth be scorched?
Did you stand beside the spectral torch?
Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face,
Scattered on the ashes of disgrace.
Ev'ry blade is sharp; the arrows fly
Where the victims of your armies lie,
Where the blades of brass and arrows reign
Then there will be no sorrow,
Be no pain.
Getting Cindy here now..7am..
Tornado warnings almost state wide. .I'm on the I 95 corridor mid state..
Going for a walk
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