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Now here you are with your faith
And your Peter Pan advice
You have no scars on your face
And you cannot handle Pressure
Pressure, by Billy Joel

Funny how my memory skips
While looking over manuscripts
of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime
Hazy Shade of Winter, by Simon and Garfunkel

I have my books
and my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room
Safe within my womb
I touch no one and no one touches me
I am a rock
I am an island
…and a rock feels no pain
…and an island never cries
I am a Rock, by Simon and Garfunkel

I mean… I mean… I’m sitting here on the Group W bench, and you wanna know if I’m moral enough to join the Army, burn women, kids, houses, and villages… after being a litterbug?
Alice’s Restaurant, by Arlo Guthrie

You call her home
And you want to move in
But a house is not a home
And a home is not a house
When there’s not enough room for you
She, by Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians

The whole world is festering with unhappy souls

The French hate the Germans

The Germans hate the Poles

Italians hate Yugoslavs

South Africans hate the Dutch

and I don’t like anybody very much

The Merry Minuet, by The Kingston Trio

All I hear is

“Lyrics, lyrics,” constant controversy

Sponsors working round the clock to try to stop my concerts early

Surely hip-hop was never a problem in Harlem

Only in Boston

After it bothered the fathers

of daughters starting to blossom

White America, by Eminem

and I’m living off of grass

and the drippings from the ceiling

It’s okay to eat fish

Because they don’t have any feeling

Something in the Way, by Nirvana

Standin’ on the sidelines waving and grinnin’

You fondle my trigger then you blame my gun

…

But when I think of it my fingers turn to fists

I never did anything to you, man

But no matter what I try you’ll beat me with your bitter lies

So call me crazy, hold me down, make my cry, get off now baby

It won’t be long before you’re lying limp in your own hands

Limp, by Fiona Apple

Well I never been to England

But I kinda like the Beatles

Well, I headed for Las Vegas

Only made it out to Needles

Never Been to Spain, by Three Dog Night

You been playin’ where you shouldn’ta been playin’

And you keep thinking that you’ll never get burned

I just found me a brand new box of matches, yeah

And what he knows you ain’t had time to learn

These Boots are Made for Walking, by Nancy Sinatra

For somebody who don’t drive

I’ve been all around the world

Brand New Key, by Melanie

Your day breaks

Your mind aches

You find that all her words of kindness linger on when she no longer needs you

…

And in her eyes you see nothing

No sign of love behind the tears cried for no one

A love that should have lasted years

For No One, by The Beatles

No short-haired, yellow-bellied son-of-Tricky-Dicky’s gonna Mother Hubbard soft-soap me with just a pocket full of hope

Money for dope

Money for rope

Gimme Some Truth, by John Lennon

There’s nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be

All You Need is Love, by The Beatles

He went out tiger hunting with his elephant and gun

In case of accidents he always took his mom

He’s the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother’s son

(All the children sing)

Hey Bungalow Bill, what did you kill?

Bungalow Bill

…

The children asked him if to kill was not a sin

“Not when he looks so fierce!” his mommy butted in

If looks could kill it would’ve been us instead of him

The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill, by The Beatles

I don’t believe in Magic

I don’t believe in I Ching

I don’t believe in Bible

I don’t believe in tarot

I don’t believe in Hitler

I don’t believe in Jesus

I don’t believe in Kennedy

I don’t believe in Buddha

I don’t believe in Mantra

I don’t believe in Goethe

I don’t believe in Yoga

I don’t believe in Kings

I don’t believe in Elvis

I don’t believe in Zimmerman

I don’t believe in Beatles.

I just believe in me

Yoko and me

That’s reality

God, by John Lennon

How does it feel to be

One of the beautiful people?

How often have you been there?

Often enough to know

What did you see while you were there?

Nothing that doesn’t show

Baby You’re a Rich Man, by The Beatles

She’s well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand

Like a lizard on a windowpane

Happiness is a Warm Gun, by The Beatles

J.T. gets all fucked up in some karaoke bar

After two drinks he’s a loser

After three drinks he’s a star

Gettin’ all nostalic as he sings ‘I Will Survive’

Bleed Like Me, by Garbage

She knew which fork to use

But she couldn’t dance

So he hipped her to the funk

In exchange for the finance

Who’s pimpin’ who?

Nobody gets a second chance

This is the story of Illusion, Coma, Pimp, and Circumstance

Illusion, Coma, Pimp & Circumstance, by Prince

Well was she told when she was young that pain would lead to pleasure

Did she understand it when they said

That a man must break his back to earn his day of leisure

Will she still believe it when he’s dead?

Girl, by The Beatles

First check her brain

To see if she’s sane, deranged, or strange, or crazy as hell

You never can tell these days

Everybody got a little Rick James in they veins

Hip Hop Star, rap by Big Boi, song by Beyoncé

My mom and dad weren’t perfect

But still you don’t hear no cryin’-ass bitchin’ from me

Like there seems to be on everybody’s CD

Click Click Boom, by Saliva

I think she’s found a new religion

Studyin’ the Kabbalah in her J. Crew

Members Only, by Sheryl Crow

IQ is no problem here

We won’t be playing Scrabble for her hand I fear

Seven Days, by Sting

Rattle of bones

Dreams that stick out

A medical chart on the wall

Soft violins

Hands touch your throat

Everyone wants to explode

When your hands get dirty

No one knows you at all

Don’t have a window to slip out of

Lights on, nobody home

Click click, see you later..

Swamp, by Talking Heads

A room full of noise

And dangerous boys

Still make you thirsty and hot

Victim of Love, by The Eagles

Though I know I know you’re dissatisfied with your position and your place

Don’t you understand it’s not my problem?

I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes

And just for that one moment I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes

You’d know what a drag it is to see you

Positively 4th Street, by Bob Dylan

Bowel-shaking earthquakes

Of doubt and remorse

Assail him

Impale him

With monster truck force

The Distance, by Cake

Some voices got treble

Some voices got bass

We got the kinda voices

That are in your face

The New Style, by The Beastie Boys

I’m not the only soul

Who’s accused of hit and run

Tire tracks all across your back

I can see you had your fun

Crosstown Traffic, by Jimi Hendrix

Have to shout above the din of our Rice Krispies

Can’t hear anything at all

Synchronicity II, by The Police

Every time I comb my hair

Thoughts of you get in my eyes

Erotic City, by Prince

Uncontrollable notes from her snow white throat fill a space in which two bodies float

Blood Sugar Sex Magik, by The Red Hot Chili Peppers

If I was twice the man I could be, I’d still be half of what you need

Ringfinger, by Nine Inch Nails

We are vain and we are blind

I hate people when they’re not polite

Psycho killer, qu’est-ce que c’est?

Psycho Killer, by Talking Heads

Well you’re built like a car, you’ve got a hubcap diamond star halo

You’re built like a truck, oh yeah.

Get It On, by T-Rex, also covered decently by Power Station

Silver foxes looking for romance

In their chain smoke Kansas flashdance ass-pants

Hot Wax, by Beck

And bridges are meant for burning

When the people and memories they join aren’t the same

Lover’s Cross, by Jim Croce

A broom is drearily sweeping

up the pieces of yesterday’s life

Somewhere a queen is weeping

Somewhere a king has no wife

The Wind Cries Mary, by Jimi Hendrix

Men just aren’t the same today, I hear every mother say

They just don’t appreciate that you get tired

They’re so hard to satisfy, you can tranquilise your mind

So go running for the shelter of your mother’s little helper

And for help you through the night, help to minimize your plight

Doctor please, some more of these, outside the door, she took four more…

What a drag it is getting old.

Mother’s Little Helper, by The Rolling Stones

When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty-odd years

Then they expect you to pick a career

When you can’t really function you’re so full of fear

A working class hero is something to be

A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and tv

And you think you’re so clever and classless and free

But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see

Working Class Hero, by John Lennon

In a boat in the middle of a raging sea

She would make a scene

For it all to be ignored

And wouldn’t you be bored?

Strange brew kills what’s inside of you

Strange Brew, by Cream

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