You could never know what it’s like
Your blood like winter freezes just like ice
And there’s a cold lonely light that shines from you
You’ll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use

And did you think this fool could never win
Well look at me, I’m coming back again
I got a taste of love in a simple way
And if you need to know while I’m still standing you just fade away

Don’t you know I’m still standing better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
I’m still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind

I’m still standing yeah yeah yeah
I’m still standing yeah yeah yeah

Once I never could hope to win
You starting down the road leaving me again
The threats you made were meant to cut me down
And if our love was just a circus you’d be a clown by now

You know I’m still standing better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
I’m still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind

I’m still standing yeah yeah yeah
I’m still standing yeah yeah yeah

Don’t you know I’m still standing better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
I’m still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind

I’m still standing yeah yeah yeah
I’m still standing yeah yeah yeah

I’m still standing yeah yeah yeah
I’m still standing yeah yeah yeah

Songwriters: Bernie Taupin / Elton John

But of course the sun
Will come back tomorrow
Once again, I know
Darkness I’ve seen worse
To make people sane
Wait the sun is coming
There are people who are on the same side as you
But it should be on the other side
There are people who hurt others
There are people who don’t know how to love
There are people fooling us
See our life as it is
But i know one day we learn
If you want someone to trust
Trust in yourself
Who believes always reaches
But of course the sun
Will come back tomorrow
Once again, I know
Darkness I’ve seen worse
To make people sane
Wait the sun is coming
Never let them tell you it’s not worth it
Believe in the dream you have
Or that your plans will never work
Or that you’ll never be somebody
There are people who hurt others
There are people who don’t know how to love
But i know one day we learn
If you want someone to trust
Trust in yourself
Who believes always reaches

Thank you to Raphael A. Silva (for the song reference and for making and sharing pgModeler) who introduced me to this song while I was searching for software to help with drawing Entity Relationship Diagrams.

I’ve been waiting for something to happen
For a week or a month or a year
With the blood in the ink of the headlines
And the sound of the crowd in my ear
You might ask what it takes to remember
When you know that you’ve seen it before
Where a government lies to a people
And a country is drifting to war

And there’s a shadow on the faces
Of the men who send the guns
To the wars that are fought in places
Where their business interest runs

On the radio talk shows and the T.V.
You hear one thing again and again
How the U.S.A. stands for freedom
And we come to the aid of a friend
But who are the ones that we call our friends–
These governments killing their own?
Or the people who finally can’t take any more
And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone
There are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire

There’s a shadow on the faces
Of the men who fan the flames
Of the wars that are fought in places
Where we can’t even say the names

They sell us the President the same way
They sell us our clothes and our cars
They sell us every thing from youth to religion
The same time they sell us our wars
I want to know who the men in the shadows are
I want to hear somebody asking them why
They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
But they’re never the ones to fight or to die
And there are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire

Billie Holiday (01939)

Nina Simone (01965)

The story behind “The Song of the Century” (02015)

01937 poem and song written by Abel Meeropol entitled “Bitter Fruit” about a photograph captured on 01930 August 07. 01939 song first recorded and performed at Café Society, an integrated nightclub in Greenwich Village by Billie Holiday entitled “Strange Fruit“:

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
(Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,)
Black body swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant South,
(The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,)
Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh,
(And the sudden smell of burning flesh.)

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for a tree to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell?
Blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here

Songwriters: David Gilmour / Roger Waters

Walk across the courtyard, towards the library
I can hear the insects buzz and the leaves ‘neath my feet
Ramble up the stairwell, into the hall of books
Since we got the interweb these hardly get used
Duck into the men’s room, combing through my hair
When god gave us mirrors he had no idea
Looking for a lesson in the periodicals
There I spy you listening to the AM radio
Karen of the carpenters, singing in the rain
Another lovely victim of the mirror’s evil way
It’s not like you’re not trying, with a pencil in your hair
To defy the beauty the good lord put in there
Simple little bookworm, buried underneath
Is the sexiest librarian
Take off those glasses and let down your hair for me
So I watch you thru the bookcase, imagining a scene
You and I at dinner, spending time, then to sleep
And what then would I say to you, lying there in bed?
These words, with a kiss, I would plant in your head
“What is it inside our heads that makes us do the opposite?
Makes us do the opposite of what’s right for us?
Cause everything’d be great, and everything’d be good
If everybody gave like everybody could”
Sweetest little bookworm
Hidden underneath
Is the sexiest librarian
Take off those glasses and let down your hair for me
Take off those glasses and let down your hair for me
Simple little beauty, heaven in your breath
The simplest of pleasures, the world at it’s best

Songwriters: James Edward Olliges Jr.

You’re a fraud and you know it
But it’s too good to throw it all away
Anyone would do the same
You’ve got ’em going
And you’re careful not to show it
Sometimes you even fool yourself a bit
It’s like magic
But it’s always been a smoke and mirrors game
Anyone would do the same
So now that you’ve arrived well you wonder
What is it that you’ve done to make the grade
And should you do the same?
(Is that too easy?)
Are you only trying to please them
(Will they see then?)
You’re desperate to deliver
Anything that could give you
A sense of reassurance
When you look in the mirror
Such highs and lows
You put on quite a show
All these highs and lows
And you’re never really sure
What you do it for
Well do you even want to know?
You put on quite a show
Are you watching?
Are you watching?
(Mother)
Are you watching?
(Mother)
You’re a fraud and you know it
And every night and day you take the stage
And it always entertains
You’re giving pleasure
And that’s admirable, you tell yourself
And so you’d gladly sell yourself
To others
Are you watching?
(Mother)
Are you watching?
(Mother)
Are you watching?
(Mother)
Are you watching?
Such highs and lows
You put on quite a show
All these highs and lows
And you’re never really sure
What you do it for
Well do you even want to know?
Yeah you put on quite a show

Songwriters: Walter Andre De Backer

I went to a cobbler to fix a hole in my shoe
He took one look at my face and said, “I can fix that hole in you”
“I beg your pardon, I’m not lookin’ for a cure,
I’ve seen enough of my friends in the depths of the godsick blues”
You know I am a liar
You know I am a liar
Nobody helps a liar
‘Cause I’ve been down to Dixie and dropped acid on my tongue
Tripped upon the land ’til enough was enough
I was a little bit lighter and adventure on my sleeve
I was a little drunk and looking for company
So I found myself a sweetheart with the softest of hands
We were unlucky in love, but I’d do it all again
We built ourselves a fire
We built ourselves a fire
But you know I am a liar
You know I am a liar
And you don’t know what I’ve done
By the rolling river is exactly where I was
There was no snake oil cure for unlucky in love
To be lonely is a habit like smoking or taking drugs
And I’ve quit them both, but, man, was it rough
Now I am tired
It just made me tired
Let’s build ourselves a fire
Let’s build ourselves a fire

Songwriters: Jenny Lewis

I won’t take all that they hand me down
And make out a smile, though I wear a frown
And I won’t take it all lying down
‘Cause once I get started I go to town
‘Cause I’m not like everybody else
I’m not like everybody else
I’m not like everybody else
I’m not like everybody else
And I don’t want to ball about like everybody else
And I don’t want to live my life like everybody else
And I won’t say that I feel fine like everybody else
‘Cause I’m not like everybody else
I’m not like everybody else
But darling, you know that I love you true
Do anything that you want me to
Confess all my sins like you want me to
There’s one thing that I will say to you
I’m not like everybody else
I’m not like everybody else
I’m not like everybody else
I’m not like everybody else
And I don’t want to ball about like everybody else
And I don’t want to live my life like everybody else
And I won’t say that I feel fine like everybody else
‘Cause I’m not like everybody else
I’m not like everybody else
Like everybody else
Like everybody else
Like everybody else
Like everybody else
If you all want me to settle down
Slow up and stop all my running ’round
Do everything like you want me to
There’s one thing that I will say to you
I’m not like everybody else
I’m not like everybody else
I’m not like everybody else
I’m not like everybody else
And I don’t want to ball about like everybody else
And I don’t want to live my life like everybody else
And I won’t say that I feel fine like everybody else
‘Cause I’m not like everybody else
I’m not like everybody else
Like everybody else (like everybody else)
Like everybody else (like everybody else)
Like everybody else (like everybody else)

A long long time ago
I can still remember how
That music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn’t take one more step
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
So Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die
Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock and roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you’re in love with him
‘Cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin’
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die
Now, for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But, that’s not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singin’
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singin’ this’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
‘Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singin’
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singin’ this’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
‘Cause fire is the devil’s only friend
Oh and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan’s spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singin’
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singing
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die
They were singing
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die

Songwriter: Don McLean

Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people living for today, I…

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people living life in peace, you…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope some day you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people sharing all the world, you…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope some day you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Songwriters: John Winston Lennon

Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In-between the bright lights
And the far, unlit unknown

Growing up, it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass-production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer
Or the misfit so alone

Subdivisions
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out

Subdivisions
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out

Any escape might help to smooth
The unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth

Drawn like moths, we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night

Well some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory
Of lighted streets on quiet nights

Subdivisions
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out

Subdivisions
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out

Any escape might help to smooth
The unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth!!

Recorded: 01982 (01982 – 01966 = 16)
Songwriters: Alex Zivojinovich / Gary Lee Weinrib / Neil Elwood Peart

Neil Peart, the band’s drummer and lyric writer, said of the song:

“Hugely autobiographical of course. It was an important step for us, the first song written that was keyboard-based. The upside of that: people don’t realize is that it made Alex and I the rhythm section. So the first time he and I tuned in to each other’s parts was when Geddy was playing keyboards. It was a great new way for us to relate. It’s also a good example of us learning to go into time signature changes more fluidly, and again, wonderful to play live. Lyrically, Geddy contributed by improvising “Battle Cars” instead of “Backs of cars” during recording and in live performances. It was a nice touch that better emphasized the struggle, or battle, we have with subdividing our lives. It’s challenging and always rewarding to play decently.”

[Boy:]
And I would do anything for love
I’d run right into hell and back
I would do anything for love
I’ll never lie to you and that’s a fact
But I’ll never forget the way you feel right now
Oh no; no way
And I would do anything for love
But I won’t do that
No I won’t do that
Anything for love
Oh I would do anything for love
I would do anything for love
But I won’t do that
No, I won’t do that

And some days it don’t come easy
And some days it don’t come hard
Some days it don’t come at all, and these are the days that never end
And some nights you’re breathing fire
And some nights you’re carved in ice
Some nights you’re like nothing I’ve ever seen before or will again

Maybe I’m crazy, but it’s crazy and it’s true
I know you can save me, no-one else can save me now but you

As long as the planets are turning
As long as the stars are burning
As long as your dreams are coming true
You’d better believe it, that I would do
Anything for love
I’ll be there ’til the final act
And I would do anything for love
And I’ll take the fall and seal the pact

And I’ll never forgive myself if we don’t go all the way
Tonight

And I would do anything for love
Oh I would do anything for love
Oh I would do anything for love
But I won’t do that
No I won’t do that

I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do that
I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do
I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do that

[Instrumental]

And some days I pray for silence
And some days I pray for soul
Some days I just pray to the god of sex and drums and rock ‘n roll

And some nights I lose the feeling
And some nights I lose control
Some nights I just lose it all when I watch you dance and the thunder rolls

And maybe I’m lonely, that’s all I’m qualified to be
That’s just one and only, the one and only promise I can keep

As long as the wheels are turning
As long as the fires are burning
As long as your prayers are coming true
You’d better believe it, that I would do
Anything for love
And you know it’s true and that’s a fact
I would do anything for love, and there’ll never be no turning back

But I’ll never do it better than I do it with you, so long, so long
And I would do anything for love
Oh, I would do anything for love
I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that
No, no, no, I won’t do that

I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do that
I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do that
I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do that
I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do that
I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do that
I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do that
I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do that
I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do that

But I’ll never stop dreaming of you every night of my life
No way

And I would do anything for love
Oh I would do anything for love
Oh I would do anything for love
But I won’t do that
No I won’t do that

[Girl:]
Will you raise me up? will you help me down?
Will you get me right out of this godforsaken town?
Will you make it all a little less cold?

[Boy:]
I can do that
Oh I can do that

[Girl:]
Will you hold me sacred
Will you hold me tight
Can you colorize my life
I’m so sick of black and white!
Can you make it all a little less old

[Boy:]
I can do that
Oh oh now I can do that

[Girl:]
Will you make me some magic with your own two hands?
Can you build an Emerald city with these grains of sand?
Can you give me something I can take home?

[Boy:]
I can do that
Now I can do that

[Girl:]
Will you cater to every fantasy I’ve got?
Will ya hose me down with holy water – If I get too hot?
Will you take me to places I’ll never know?

[Boy:]
Now I can do that!
Oh no now I can do that!

[Girl:]
After a while you’ll forget everything
Just a brief interlude, and a mid-summer night’s fling
Then you’ll see that it’s time to move on

[Boy:]
I won’t do that
I won’t do that

[Girl:]
I know the territory – I’ve been around
It’ll all turn to dust and we’ll all fall down
Sooner or later you’ll be screwing around

[Boy:]
I won’t do that!
No I won’t do that!

Anything for love
Oh I would do anything for love!
I would do anything for love!
But I won’t do that!
No I won’t do that…

Songwriters: Jim Steinman

I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she would meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man

No, you can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometime you find
You get what you need

I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she was gonna meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man

You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes, well, you might find
You get what you need

And I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singing, “We’re gonna vent our frustration
If we don’t we’re gonna blow a fifty-amp fuse”

You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes, well, you just might find
You get what you need

I went down to the Chelsea drugstore
To get your prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
And man, did he look pretty ill
We decided that we would have a soda
My favorite flavor, cherry red
I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy
Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was “dead”
I said to him

You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You get what you need

You get what you need, yeah, oh baby

I saw her today at the reception
In her glass was a bleeding man
She was practiced at the art of deception
Well, I could tell by her blood-stained hands

You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need

You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need, oh yeah

Songwriters: Keith Richards / Mick Jagger

When I think of those East End lights
Muggy nights
The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs
Prima donna Lord you really should have been there
Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair
And it’s one more beer
And I don’t hear you anymore
We’ve all gone crazy lately
My friends out there rolling round the basement floor

And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear
You almost had your hooks in me didn’t you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You’re a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away bye bye

I never realized the passing hours
Of evening showers
A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams
I’m strangled by your haunted social scene
Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen
It’s four o’clock in the morning
Damn it listen to me good
I’m sleeping with myself tonight
Saved in time, thank God my music’s still alive

And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear
You almost had your hooks in me didn’t you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You’re a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away bye bye

And I would have walked head on into the deep end the river
Clinging to your stocks and bonds
Paying your H.P. demands forever
They’re coming in the morning with a truck to take me home
Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight
Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight
Someone saved my life tonight
So save your strength and run the field you play alone

And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear
You almost had your hooks in me didn’t you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You’re a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away bye bye

Songwriters: Bernie Taupin / Elton John

When are you gonna come down?
When are you going to land?
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man

You know you can’t hold me forever
I didn’t sign up with you
I’m not a present for your friends to open
This boy’s too young to be singing, the blues

So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can’t plant me in your penthouse
I’m going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I’ve finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road

What do you think you’ll do then?
I bet that’ll shoot down your plane
It’ll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again

Maybe you’ll get a replacement
There’s plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain’t got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground

So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can’t plant me in your penthouse
I’m going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I’ve finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road

Songwriters: Bernie Taupin / Elton John

What have I got to do to make you love me
What have I got to do to make you care
What do I do when lightning strikes me
And I wake to find that you’re not there?

What have I got to do to make you want me
What have I got to do to be heard
What do I say when it’s all over?
And sorry seems to be the hardest word

It’s sad, so sad (so sad)
It’s a sad, sad situation
And it’s getting more and more absurd
It’s sad, so sad (so sad)
Why can’t we talk it over?
Oh it seems to me
That sorry seems to be the hardest word

It’s sad, so sad (so sad)
It’s a sad, sad situation
And it’s getting more and more absurd
It’s sad, so sad (so sad)
Why can’t we talk it over?
Oh it seems to me
That sorry seems to be the hardest word

What have I do to make you love me, oh
What have I got to do to be heard
What do I do when lightning strikes me
What have I got to do?
What have I got to do?
When sorry seems to be the hardest word

Songwriters: Bernie Taupin / Elton John

You said you’d never fake it
You swore we’d always make it last
And it sounded so real
And I fell into your love trap
Lying, yes, I was the perfect fool
I believed every word
And it never occurred to me
Is this a game are you just playing
Will I be losing you

Oh am I a victim of love, victim of love
Did you take me for a ride
Victim of love, victim of love
Then I hope you’re satisfied
Victim of love, victim of love
Were you only using me
Victim of love, victim of love
What a fool you made of me

My friends warned me about you
I laughed, how could I doubt your love
Then I saw you with him
And my world crumbled around me
I felt life slip away from me
There’s a void inside me
Where my heart used to be
So now, this was a game you were just playing
And now I’m losing you

Oh I’m a victim of love, victim of love
Well you took me for a ride
Victim of love, victim of love
Well I hope you’re satisfied
Victim of love, victim of love
You were only using me
Victim of love, victim of love
What a fool you’ve made of me

Songwriters: Jerry Rix / Pete Bellotte / Sylvester Levay

I can’t light no more of your darkness
All my pictures seem to fade to black and white
I’m growing tired and time stands still before me
Frozen here on the ladder of my life

It’s much too late to save myself from falling
I took a chance and changed your way of life
But you misread my meaning when I met you
Closed the door and left me blinded by the light

Don’t let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself, it’s always someone else I see
I’d just allow a fragment of your life to wander free, oh
But losing everything is like the sun going down on me

I can’t find
Oh, the right romantic line
But see me once and see the way I feel
Don’t discard me, baby don’t
Just because you think I mean, you harm
(Just because you think I mean you harm, oh)
But these cuts I have (cuts I have)
They need love (they need love, they need love)
To help them heal

Oh, don’t let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself, it’s always someone else I see
I’d just allow a fragment of your life to wander free, oh
‘Cause losing everything is like the sun going down on me

Don’t let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself, it’s always someone else that I see, yeah
I’d just allow a fragment of your life to wander free baby, oh
‘Cause losing everything is like the sun going down on me

Songwriters: Bernie Taupin / Elton John

Hey kids, shake it loose together
The spotlight’s hitting something
That’s been known to change the weather
We’ll kill the fatted calf tonight
So stick around
You’re gonna hear electric music
Solid walls of sound

Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet
Uh but they’re so spaced out, B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they’re weird and they’re wonderful
Oh Bennie she’s really keen
She’s got electric boots a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine
B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets

Hey kids, plug into the faithless
Maybe they’re blinded
But Bennie makes them ageless
We shall survive, let us take ourselves along
Where we fight our parents out in the streets
To find who’s right and who’s wrong

Oh Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet
Oh but they’re so spaced out, Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they’re weird and they’re wonderful
Oh Bennie she’s really keen
She’s got electric boots a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine, oh
B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets
Oh Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet
Oh but they’re so spaced out, Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they’re weird and they’re wonderful
Oh Bennie she’s really keen
She’s got electric boots a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine, oh
B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets
Bennie, Bennie and the Jets
Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie and the Jets
Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie and the Jets
Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie and the Jets
Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie and the Jets
Jets, Jets
Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie
Bennie, Bennie and the Jets

Songwriters: Olubowale Victor Akintimehin / Miguel Jontel Pimentel / Elton John / Bernie Taupin

Ever since I was a young boy,
I’ve played the silver ball.
From Soho down to Brighton
I must have played them all.
But I ain’t seen nothing like him
In any amusement hall
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pin ball!

He stands like a statue,
Becomes part of the machine.
Feeling all the bumpers
Always playing clean.
He plays by intuition,
The digit counters fall.
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pin ball!

He’s a pin ball wizard
There has got to be a twist.
A pin ball wizard,
S’got such a supple wrist.

How do you think he does it? I don’t know!
What makes him so good?’

He ain’t got no distractions
Can’t hear those buzzers and bells,
Don’t see lights a flashin’
Plays by sense of smell.
Always has a replay,
‘N’ never tilts at all
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pin ball.

I thought I was
The Bally table king.
But I just handed
My pin ball crown to him.

Even on my favorite table
He can beat my best.
His disciples lead him in
And he just does the rest.
He’s got crazy flipper fingers
Never seen him fall
That deaf dumb and blind kind
Sure plays a mean pin ball!!!

Songwriters: Peter Townshend

When I look back, boy, I must have been green
Bopping in the country, fishing in a stream
Looking for an answer, trying to find a sign
Until I saw your city lights, honey, I was blind

They said, get back, honky cat
Better get back to the woods
Well, I quit those days and my redneck ways
And, oh, the change is gonna do me good

You better get back, honky cat
Living in the city ain’t where it’s at
It’s like trying to find gold in a silver mine
It’s like trying to drink whiskey from a bottle of wine

Well, I read some books, and I read some magazines
About those high-class ladies down in New Orleans
And all the folks back home, well, said I was a fool
They said, oh, believe in the Lord is the golden rule

They said, get back, honky cat
Better get back to the woods
Well, I quit those days and my redneck ways
And, ooh ooh ooh ooh, oh, change is gonna do me good

They said, get back, honky cat
Better get back to the woods
Well, I quit those days and my redneck ways
And, oh oh oh oh, oh, change is gonna do me good

They said, stay at home, boy, you gotta tend the farm
Living in the city, boy, is going to break your heart
But how can you stay when your heart says no?
How can you stop when your feet say go?

You better get back, honky cat
Better get back to the woods
Well, I quit those days and my redneck ways
And, ooh ooh ooh ooh, oh, the change is gonna do me good

You better get back, honky cat
Living in the city ain’t where it’s at
It’s like trying to find gold in a silver mine
It’s like trying to drink whiskey, oh, from a bottle of wine

Oh, yeah

Get back, honky cat
Get back, honky cat
Get back, whoo

Get back, honky cat
Get back, honky cat
Get back, whoo

Get back, honky cat
Get back, get back, honky cat, whoo (oh yeah)

Songwriters: Bernie Taupin / Elton John

I remember when rock was young
Me and Suzie had so much fun
Holding hands and skimming stones
Had an old gold Chevy and a place of my own
But the biggest kick I ever got
Was doing a thing called the Crocodile Rock
While the other kids were Rocking Round the Clock
We were hopping and bopping to the Crocodile Rock

Well Crocodile Rocking is something shocking
When your feet just can’t keep still
I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will
Oh Lawdy mama those Friday nights
When Suzie wore her dresses tight
And the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight

La lalalala la lalalala la lalalala la

But the years went by and the rock just died
Suzie went and left us for some foreign guy
Long nights crying by the record machine
Dreaming of my Chevy and my old blue jeans
But they’ll never kill the thrills we’ve got
Burning up to the Crocodile Rock
Learning fast as the weeks went past
We really thought the Crocodile Rock would last

Well Crocodile Rocking is something shocking
When your feet just can’t keep still
I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will
Oh Lawdy mama those Friday nights
When Suzie wore her dresses tight
And the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight

La lalalala la lalalala la lalalala la

I remember when rock was young
Me and Suzie had so much fun
Holding hands and skimming stones
Had an old gold Chevy and a place of my own
But the biggest kick I ever got
Was doing a thing called the Crocodile Rock
While the other kids were Rocking Round the Clock
We were hopping and bopping to the Crocodile Rock

Well Crocodile Rocking is something shocking
When your feet just can’t keep still
I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will
Oh Lawdy mama those Friday nights
When Suzie wore her dresses tight
And the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight

La lalalala la lalalala la lalalala la
La lalalala la lalalala la lalalala la
La lalalala la lalalala la lalalala la

Songwriters: Bernie Taupin / Elton John

Lately I’ve been thinking how much I miss my lady
Amoreena’s in a cornfield brightening the daybreak
Living like a lusty flower, running through the grass for hours
Rolling through the hay, woah, like a puppy child

And when it rains the rain falls down
Washing out the cattle town
And she’s far away somewhere in her eiderdown
And she dreams of crystal streams
Of days gone by when we would lean
Laughing fit to burst upon each other

I can see you sitting eating apples in the evening
The fruit juice flowing slowly, slowly, slowly
Down the bronze of your body
Living like a lusty flower, running through the grass for hours
Rolling through the hay, woah, like a puppy child

And when it rains the rain falls down
Washing out the cattle town
And she’s far away somewhere in her eiderdown
And she dreams of crystal streams
Of days gone by when we would lean
Laughing fit to burst upon each other

Oh if only I could nestle in the cradle of your cabin
My arms around your shoulders, woah, the windows wide and open
While the swallow and the sycamore, woah, are playing in the valley
Oh I miss you Amoreena like a king bee misses honey

And when it rains the rain falls down
Washing out the cattle town
And she’s far away somewhere in her eiderdown
And she dreams of crystal streams
Of days gone by when we would lean
Laughing fit to burst upon each other

And when it rains the rain falls down
Washing out the cattle town
And she’s far away somewhere in her eiderdown
And she dreams of crystal streams
Of days gone by when we would lean
Laughing fit to burst upon each other, woah

Lately I’ve been thinking, woah, how much I miss my lady
Amoreena’s in a cornfield, woah, brightening the daybreak
Living like a lusty flower, running through the grass for hours
Rolling through the hay, woah, like a puppy, like a puppy child

Songwriters: Elton John / Bernie Taupin

When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree,
There will be an answer, let it be.

For though they may be parted, there is
Still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Yeah there will be an answer, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

[instrumental]

Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, yeah let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the night is cloudy,
There is still a light that shines on me,
Shine on ’til tomorrow, let it be.

I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, yeah let it be.
Well there will be an answer, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, yeah let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

It’s a little bit funny, this feelin’ inside, well I’m
I’m not one of those who can easily hide
I don’t have much money, but boy, if I did
I’d buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelin’ shows
Oh, I know it’s not much, but it’s the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one’s for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well, a few of the verses, heh, they got me quite cross
But the sun’s been quite kind while I wrote this song
It’s for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgettin’, but these things I do
You see I’ve forgotten if they’re green or they’re blue
Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen

So you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world

Songwriters: Elton John / Bernard J. P. Taupin

If anyone should see me making it down the highway
Breaking all the laws of the land
Well don’t you try to stop me
I’m going her way
And that’s the way I’m sure she had it planned

Well that’s my Rock-and-Roll Madonna
She’s always been a lady of the road
Well everybody wants her
But no one ever gets her
Well the freeway is the only way she knows

Well if she would only slow down for a short time
I’d get to know her just before she leaves
But she’s got some fascination for that two wheel combination
And I swear it’s going to be the death of me

Well that’s my Rock-and-Roll Madonna
She’s always been a lady of the road
Well everybody wants her
But no one ever gets her
Well the freeway is the only way she knows

Rock on, Babe!

Well that’s my Rock-and-Roll Madonna
She’s always been a lady of the road
Well everybody wants her
But no one ever gets her
Well the freeway is the only way she knows

Let’s get a little bit lower
Let’s get a little bit lower

Sing it Baby!
Ya, that’s pretty good

One more time!

Well that’s my Rock-and-Roll Madonna
She’s always been a lady of the road
Well everybody wants her
But no one ever gets her
Well the freeway is the only way she knows

Songwriters: Elton John / Bernie Taupin

Guess there are times when we all need to share a little pain
And ironing out the rough spots
Is the hardest part when memories remain
And it’s times like these when we all need to hear the radio
‘Cause from the lips of some old singer
We can share the troubles we already know

Turn ’em on, turn ’em on
Turn on those sad songs
When all hope is gone
Why don’t you tune in and turn them on

They reach into your room, oh oh oh
Just feel their gentle touch (gentle touch)
When all hope is gone
Sad songs say so much

If someone else is suffering enough oh to write it down
When every single word makes sense
Then it’s easier to have those songs around
The kick inside is in the line that finally gets to you
And it feels so good to hurt so bad
And suffer just enough to sing the blues

So turn ’em on, turn ’em on
Turn on those sad songs
When all hope is gone
Why don’t you tune in and turn them on

They reach into your room, oh oh oh oh
Just feel their gentle touch (gentle touch)
When all hope is gone
You know sad songs say so much

Sad songs, they say
Sad songs, they say
Sad songs, they say
Sad songs, they say so much

So, turn ’em on, (turn ’em on), turn ’em on, (turn ’em on)
Turn on those sad songs (sad songs)
When all hope is gone
Why don’t you tune in and turn them on

They reach into your room, oh oh oh oh
Just feel their gentle touch (gentle touch)
When all hope is gone
You know sad songs say so much
When all hope is gone
You know sad songs say so much

When every little bit of hope is gone
Sad songs say so much
When every little bit of hope is gone
Sad songs say so much
When all hope is gone
Sad songs say so much

Songwriters: Bernie Taupin / Elton John

Don’t wish it away
Don’t look at it like it’s forever
Between you and me I could honestly say
That things can only get better

And while I’m away
Dust out the demons inside
And it won’t be long before you and me run
To the place in our hearts where we hide

And I guess that’s why they call it the blues
Time on my hands could be time spent with you
Laughing like children, living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that’s why they call it the blues

Just stare into space
Picture my face in your hands
Live for each second without hesitation
And never forget I’m your man

Wait on me girl
Cry in the night if it helps
But more than ever I simply love you
More than I love life itself

And I guess that’s why they call it the blues
Time on my hands could be time spent with you
Laughing like children, living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that’s why they call it the blues

[harmonica solo]

Wait on me girl
Cry in the night if it helps
But more than ever I simply love you
More than I love life itself

And I guess that’s why they call it the blues
Time on my hands could be time spent with you
Laughing like children, living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that’s why they call it the blues

(Laughing like children, living like lovers)
And I guess that’s why they call it the blues

(Laughing like children, living like lovers)
And I guess that’s why they call it the blues
And I guess that’s why they call it the blues

Songwriters: Bernie Taupin / Davey Johnstone / Elton John

Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights [port wine is red] heading for Spain
Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye
God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes

They say Spain is pretty, though I’ve never been
Well Daniel says it’s the best place that he’s ever seen
Oh and he should know, he’s been there enough
Lord I miss Daniel, oh I miss him so much

Oh oh oh, Daniel my brother you are older than me
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won’t heal?
Your eyes have died, but you see more than I
Daniel you’re a star in the face of the sky

Oh oh oh, Daniel my brother you are older than me
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won’t heal?
Your eyes have died, but you see more than I
Daniel you’re a star in the face of the sky

Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye
God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes
Oh God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes

Songwriters: Vladimir Cort / Elton John / Bernie Taupin

Goodbye Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
They crawled out of the woodwork
And they whispered into your brain
They set you on the treadmill
And they made you change your name

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did

Loneliness was tough
The toughest role you ever played
Hollywood created a superstar
And pain was the price you paid
Even when you died
Oh the press still hounded you
All the papers had to say
Was that Marilyn was found in the nude

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did

Goodbye Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
Goodbye Norma Jean
From the young man in the twenty second row
Who sees you as something more than sexual
More than just our Marilyn Monroe

It seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did
I would have liked to have known you
Oh! but I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did

Songwriters: Elton John / Bernie Taupin

PS. This song taught me a new word: threnody.

It’s getting late have you seen my mates
Ma tell me when the boys get here
It’s seven o’clock and I want to rock
Want to get a belly full of beer

My old man’s drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
And my old lady she don’t care
My sister looks cute in her braces and boots
A handful of grease in her hair

Oh, don’t give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Oh, Saturday night’s alright for fighting
Get a little action in

Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
‘Cause Saturday night’s the night I like
Saturday night’s alright alright alright, ooh

Well they’re packed pretty tight in here tonight
I’m looking for a dolly who’ll see me right
I may use a little muscle to get what I need
I may sink a little drink and shout out she’s with me

A couple of the sounds that I really like
Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike
I’m a juvenile product of the working class
Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass, oh

Don’t give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night’s alright for fighting
Get a little action in

Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
‘Cause Saturday night’s the night I like
Saturday night’s alright alright alright, ooh

Oh, don’t give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
‘Cause Saturday night’s alright for fighting
Get a little action in

Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
‘Cause Saturday night’s the night I like
Saturday night’s alright alright alright, ooh

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday,
Saturday night’s alright

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday,
Saturday night’s alright

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday,
Saturday night’s alright, ooh

Songwriters: Elton John / Bernie Taupin

Dedicated to my mom (may she rest in peace) who was born today many years ago, and who to my great good fortune, was the polar opposite of Reginald’s mom.

[Teen Reginald sings]
I want love, but it’s impossible
A man like him, so irresponsible
A man like him, is dead in places

[Reginald’s father sings]
Other men feel liberated

I can’t love, shot full of holes
Don’t feel nothing, I just feel cold
Don’t feel nothing, [Reginald’s mother sings] just old scars
Toughening up around my heart

I want love, on my own terms
After everything I have learned
[Reginald’s grandmother sings] Me, I carry too much baggage
Oh God I’ve seen, so much traffic
But I want love, [mother] just a different kind
[Reginald] I want love, [father] won’t break me down
[All sing] Won’t brick me up, won’t fence me in
I want a love, that’ll mean something
That’s the love I want, [Reginald] I want love

Songwriters: Bernie Taupin / Elton John (Reginald)

She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine AM
And I’m gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
It’s lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight

And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
‘Till touch down brings me round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I’m a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
‘Till touch down brings me round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I’m a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it’s cold as hell
And there’s no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science I don’t understand
It’s just my job five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man

And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
‘Till touch down brings me round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I’m a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
‘Till touch down brings me round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I’m a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time

Songwriters: Elton John / Bernie Taupin

I was justified when I was five
Raisin’ Cain, I spit in your eye
Times are changin’ now the poor get fat
But the fever’s gonna catch you when the bitch gets back, oh, oh, oh

Eat meat on a Friday, that’s all right
Even like steak on a Saturday night
I can bitch the best at your social do’s
I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue, oh oh oh

I’m a bitch, I’m a bitch oh, the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I can bitch ’cause I’m better than you
It’s the way that I move, the things that I do oh oh oh

I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul, by dropping names
I don’t like those! My God, what’s that!
Oh, it’s full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back.

I’m a bitch, I’m a bitch oh, the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I can bitch ’cause I’m better than you
It’s the way that I move, the things that I do oh oh oh

[Sassy saxophone solo]

I’m a bitch, I’m a bitch oh, the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I can bitch ’cause I’m better than you
It’s the way that I move, the things that I do oh

Bitch, bitch, the bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, the bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, the bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, the bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, the bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, the bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, the bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, the bitch is back

Songwriters: Bernie Taupin & Elton John

On the date that POTUS halted immigration:

Holy Moses I have been removed
I have seen the spectre he has been here too
Distant cousin from down the line
Brand of people who ain’t my kind
Holy Moses I have been removed

Holy Moses I have been deceived
Now the wind has changed direction and I’ll have to leave
Won’t you please excuse my frankness but it’s not my cup of tea
Holy Moses I have been deceived

I’m going back to the border
Where my affairs, my affairs ain’t abused
I can’t take any more bad water
Been poisoned from my head down to my shoes

Holy Moses I have been deceived
Holy Moses let us live in peace
Let us strive to find a way to make all hatred cease
There’s a man over there
What’s his colour I don’t care
He’s my brother let us live in peace
He’s my brother let us live in peace
He’s my brother let us; let us live in peace

Lyrics: Bernie Taupin (born 01950 May 22 in Lincolnshire, England as Bernard John Taupin)
Music composer & singer: Elton Hercules John (born 01947 March 25 in Pinner, Middlesex, England as Reginald Kenneth Dwight)

Com Deus me deito
Com Deus me levanto
Comigo eu calo
Comigo eu canto
Eu bato um papo
Eu bato um ponto
Eu tomo um drinque
Eu fico tonto

Com Deus me deito
Com Deus me levanto
Comigo eu calo
Comigo eu canto
Eu bato um papo
Eu bato um ponto
Eu tomo um drinque
Eu fico tonto

Com Deus me deito
Com Deus me levanto
Comigo eu calo
Comigo eu canto
Eu bato um papo
Eu bato um ponto
Eu tomo um drinque
Eu fico tonto

Com Deus me deito
Com Deus me levanto
Comigo eu calo
Comigo eu canto
Eu bato um papo
Eu bato um ponto
Eu tomo um drinque
Eu fico tonto

Com Deus me deito
Com Deus me levanto
Comigo eu calo
Comigo eu canto
Eu bato um papo
Eu bato um ponto
Eu tomo um drinque
Eu fico tonto

(Hei)

Com Deus me deito
Com Deus me levanto
Comigo eu calo
Comigo eu canto
Eu bato um papo
Eu bato um ponto
Eu tomo um drinque
Eu fico tonto

Com Deus me deito
Com Deus me levanto
Comigo eu calo
Comigo eu canto
Eu bato um papo
Eu bato um ponto
Eu tomo um drinque
Eu fico tonto

Com Deus me deito
Com Deus me levanto
Comigo eu calo
Comigo eu canto
Eu bato um papo
Eu bato um ponto
Eu tomo um drinque
Eu fico tonto

Com Deus me deito
Com Deus me levanto
Comigo eu calo
Comigo eu canto
Eu bato um papo
Eu bato um ponto
Eu tomo um drinque
Eu fico tonto

(Tonto)

Com Deus me deito
Com Deus me levanto
Hey paz de Deus
Eu tomo um drinque
Eu fico tonto
Hey
Com Deus me deito
Com Deus me levanto
Hey
Eu tomo um drinque
Eu fico tonto

Com Deus me deito
Com Deus me levanto
Comigo eu calo
Comigo eu canto
Eu bato um papo
Eu bato um ponto
Eu tomo um drinque
Eu fico tonto

One of us has to say he’s sorry, ya
Or we will never be friends again
Let’s have a drink and talk it over
I want to keep you for my friend

We’re here to day and gone tomorrow
None of us knows when life will end
I said some things that caused you sorrow
But I want to keep you for my friend

One of us has to say he’s sorry!
Or we will never be friends again
Let’s have a li’l drink and talk it over
I want to keep you for my friend
We’re here today and gone tomorrow!
None of us knows when life will end

I said some nasty things that caused you sorrow
But I want to keep you for my friend

Songwriter: Bill Withers (RIP)

Live life
Live life like you’re gonna die
because you’re gonna
I hate to be the bearer of bad news
But you’re gonna die
Maybe not today or even next year
But before you know it you’ll be saying
“Is this all there was?
What was all the fuss?
Why did I bother?”
Now, maybe you won’t suffer maybe it’s quick
But you’ll have time to think
Why did I waste it?
Why didn’t I taste it?
You’ll have time
Because you’re gonna die.
Yes it’s gonna happen because it’s happened to a lot of people I know
My mother, my father, my loves
The president, the kings and the pope
They all had hope
And they muttered just before they went
Maybe, I won’t let go
Live life like you’re gonna die
Because you are
Maybe you won’t suffer maybe it’s quick
But you’ll have time to think
Why did I waste it?
Why didn’t I taste it?
You’ll have time
‘Cause you’re gonna die
I tell you who else left us
Passed on down to heaven no longer with us
Johnny Cash (Dead!), JFK, that guy in the Stones (Dead!)
Lou Gehrig, Einstein, and Joey Ramone (Joey Ramone)
Have I convinced you?
Do you read my lips?
This may come as news but it’s time
You’re gonna die
You’re gonna die
By the time you hear this I may well be dead
And you my friend might be next
‘Cause we’re all gonna die
Yeah, oh maybe you won’t suffer and maybe it’s quick
But you’ll have time to think
Why did I waste it?
Why didn’t I taste it?
You’ll have time
You’ll have time cause you’re gonna die
Yes, you’re gonna die
You’re gonna die, I tell you
You’re gonna die
You are gonna die
‘Cause maybe you won’t suffer maybe it’s quick
But you have time to think
Why did I waste it?
Why didn’t I taste it?
You’ll have time ’cause you’re gonna die
Live Life
Life life like you’re gonna die
Because you’re going to
Oh yes
I hate to be the beater of bad news
But you’re gonna die
Maybe not today or even next year
But before you know it you’ll be saying
“Is this all there was?
What was all the fuss?
Why did I bother?
Why did I waste it?
Why didn’t I taste it?”
You’ll have time, baby
You’ll have time
‘Cause you’re gonna die
You are gonna die
Oh yeah

Songwriters: Ben Folds / Benjamin Scott Folds / William Shatner

What you are now we used to be; what we are now you will be...
Quello che voi siete noi eravamo, quello che noi siamo voi sarete… Was ihr seid sind wir gewesen; was wir sind werdet ihr sein… What you are now we used to be; what we are now you will be… Como vosotros nosotros eramos; como nosotros vosotros sereis…

Everyone’s right
And no one is sorry

That’s the start and the end of the story
From the Sharks and the Jets
To the call in the morning

Everyone’s right
And no one is sorry

That’s the start and the end of the story
From the Sharks and the Jets
To the call in the morning
And life is just bets anyway

Look alive
See these bones?
What you are now, we were once

Try as they might no one’s immune to
Misfiring and acting on the wrong clues
And thinking it’s time to re-do, re-do

I feel rain in the movies
And the talk before the screen lights
I hear strings in the park

I don’t like to call or write
Except when it’s too late at night
I mostly just think in the dark

Look alive
See these bones?
What you are now, we were once

Just like we are
You’ll be dust
And just like we are
Permanent

You were too tired to eat to hungry too sleep

Just imagine the spee ee ee ee eed
It’s just what you need

Look alive
You see these bones?
What you are now, we were once

And just like we are
You’ll be dust

And just like we are
Permanent

The lights in the city
Are more or less blinking
Which side of the [West Side] Story
Decides what you’re thinking?
Warm arms and cold faces
We’re squinting, we’re hurrying
We’re taking inventory
We’re digging, we’re burying it

Do you remember when the light was low?
Do you remember when it fell?
Do you remember when we went through her house?
Remember ringing the bell?

Look alive!
See these bones?!
What you are now, we were once!

And just like we are
You’ll be dust!

And just like we are
Permanent!

[chorus, refrain, et. al. mixing and fading… like dust slowly falling…]

Songwriters: Matthew Rorison Caws / Ira Sebastian Elliot / Daniel Lorca

Capuchin Crypt in Rome
Capuchin Crypt in Rome

From https://nypost.com/2008/02/05/here-goes-nada/

IT’S a story that could be straight out of a Stephen King novel. But rather than the Overlook Hotel in Colorado, the setting is a crypt in Rome.

That’s where Matthew Caws, frontman for indie-pop band Nada Surf, found inspiration for “See These Bones,” a single off the New York group’s fifth studio album, “Lucky,” due out today.

Such a macabre place may seem out of sync with Nada Surf’s dreamy pop stylings, but in fact Caws lifted the lyrics straight from the floor of the Capuchin Crypt. That’s where, in the 18th century, monks arranged the bones and skulls of 4,000 of their predecessors into elaborate patterns and objects – including chandeliers made from children’s bones.

“The experience was really unbelievable. It was like having a forced epiphany,” says Caws, still awed. “It’s so brutal.”

He was particularly drawn to two plaques on the ground which read “What you are now we used to be; what we are now you will be.”

“The message was that you are here to enjoy life,” says Caws. “You have to be awake for it, because this is it.” (Download “See These Bones” at nypost.com’s MPFree column.)

Nada Surf has been making the most of it since being formed in 1993 by high-school pals and longtime bandmates Caws and bass player Daniel Lorca, and drummer Ira Elliot, a former Fuzztone.

The threesome quickly scored a hit with “Popular” from the band’s 1996 debut, “High/Low.” But when their label, Elektra, wanted the same type of quirky single on their sophomore disc, 1998’s “The Proximity Effect,” and Nada Surf refused to add one, the band was soon dropped.

Caws and company kept the faith, however.

He took a job in a record store in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, as the band continued to perform and work together. In 2003, Nada Surf resurfaced with the gorgeous record “Let Go” and have been thriving on the indie scene ever since.

The 40-year-old single dad recently returned to Williamsburg after living on the Upper East Side’s York Avenue, where he bribed pals to visit him. “As soon as I found out it was called the bedpan of New York, I left,” he says.

As an insightful songwriter, Caws can’t help but wear his heart on his sleeve – or in a press release.

In the latest one for “Lucky,” Caws describes himself as a manic depressive without the mania – “Yet I’m ready to be cheerful at the drop of a reason,” he says. “I’m always looking for rapture in music.”

Looking for that lift through song is a Catch-22, however, since his job is to “mine” his own life for problems and represent them in a song.

“You can’t do that for eight hours a day, or you go crazy,” he says.

For now, he’s relieved to be done with the album and go on tour. Nada Surf performs at the Music Hall of Williamsburg on Thursday, the Bowery Ballroom on Friday and Terminal 5 on April 11.

Grandma’s hands
Clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma’s hands
Played a tambourine so well
Grandma’s hands
Used to issue out a warning
She’d say, “Billy don’t you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
Might be snakes there in that grass”
Grandma’s hands
Ah, them Grandma’s hands
Soothed a local unwed mother
Grandma’s hands
Used to ache sometimes and swell
Woh, Grandma’s hands
Used to lift her face and tell her,
She’d say “Baby, Grandma understands
That you really love that man
Put yourself in Jesus hands”
Grandma’s hands
Ah, them Grandma’s hands
Used to hand me piece of candy
Grandma’s hands
Picked me up each time I fell
Woh, Grandma’s hands
Boy, they really came in handy
She’d say, “Matty don’ you whip that boy
What you want to spank him for?
He did’n drop no apple core”
But I don’t have Grandma anymore
If I get to heaven I’ll look for
Grandma’s hands
Singer & Songwriter: Bill Withers

The Impossible Dream

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into hell
For a heavenly cause
And I know
If I’ll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart
Will lie peaceful and calm
When I’m laid to my rest
And the world
Will be better for this
That one man, scorned
And covered with scars,
Still strove with his last
Ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To run where the brave dare not go
Though the road be forever too high
To try though you’re wayward and weary
To reach the unreachable star
To reach the unreachable star
Though you know it’s impossibly high
To live with your heart striving upwards
To reach the unreachable star

Sung by Jim Nabors, composed by Mitch Leigh, lyrics by Joe Darion.

Plus some of Gomer’s more typical slapstick:

  1. Gomer Pyle, U.S.M.C. Season 2, Episode 8, Part 1 of 6
  2. Gomer Pyle, U.S.M.C. Season 2, Episode 8, Part 2 of 6
  3. Gomer Pyle, U.S.M.C. Season 2, Episode 8, Part 3 of 6
  4. Gomer Pyle, U.S.M.C. Season 2, Episode 8, Part 4 of 6
  5. Gomer Pyle, U.S.M.C. Season 2, Episode 8, Part 5 of 6
  6. Gomer Pyle, U.S.M.C. Season 2, Episode 8, Part 6 of 6

There’s a long hard road ahead
But a voice inside me said
You know there’s something, oh, that you need to know
It’s gonna be alright
Said there’s something that you need to know
It’s gonna be alright
And when in this life, in this life
When I can only turn my chin
I know it’s gonna be alright
When this big old town is closing in
I have lost again
Here I could stay but I’ll keep moving on
Here I could stay but I’ll keep moving on
Could be I won’t be wrong
There’s a long hard road ahead
But a voice inside me said
Said there’s something, oh, that you need to know
It’s gonna be alright
Said there’s something that you need to know
It’s gonna be alright
Songwriters: Andy Nicholls / Helen Folasade Adu (Sade) / Juan Janes

Romanization (transcription) of the Samoan and Tokelauan spoken and sung sounds:

SAMOAN

“Tatou o tagata folau e vala’auina
E le atua o le sami tele e o mai
Ia ava’e le lu’itau e lelei
Tapenapena”

TOKELAUAN

“(Holoholo vaka)
Aue! aue! [often romanized as either “auwe” or “aue”]
Nuku i mua
Te manulele e tataki e
Aue aue
Te fenua te malie
Nae ko hakilia mo kaiga e”


Lyrics translated to English by lyrics authors: Opetaia Foa’i and Lin-Manuel Miranda. Source document.

We are voyagers
Summoned by the gods
Of this mighty ocean to come
We take up the good challenge
Get ready

(Canoes on the move)

Oh! Oh!
There is land up ahead
A bird in flight to take us there
Oh! Oh!
This beautiful land
The place i was looking for
We will make our home

Well I dreamed I saw the knights
In armor comin’
Sayin’ somethin’ about a queen.
There were peasants singin’ and
Drummers drummin’
And the archer split the tree.
There was a fanfare blowin’
To the sun
That was floating on the breeze.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.

I was lyin’ in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes.
I was hopin’ for replacement
When the sun burst thru the sky.
There was a band playin’ in my head
And I felt like getting high.
I was thinkin’ about what a
Friend had said
I was hopin’ it was a lie.
Thinkin’ about what a
Friend had said
I was hopin’ it was a lie.

Well, I dreamed I saw the silver
Space ships flyin’
In the yellow haze of the sun,
There were children cryin’
And colors flyin’
All around the chosen ones.
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun.
Flyin’ Mother Nature’s
Silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flyin’ Mother Nature’s
Silver sea to a new home.

Written & Performed by
Neil Young