Zappa Frank lyrics
Zappa Frank lyrics
"Trouble Every Day Lyrics"
Dazed Beautiful & Bruised Lyrics
I've got my work cut out with you You tore bits out of me Your carpet burns and bruises blue And there for all to see But i can tell you've been through hell Finally you wear it well It's an accessory It's time to change your uniform And hand it on to me, to me And i dream one day i'll find The one who lives inside my mind They feel the same way too We've all been used Dazed, beautiful and bruised Dazed, beautiful and bruised And blame is not a on
I've got my work cut out with you You tore bits out of me Your carpet burns and bruises blue And there for all to see But i can tell you've been through hell Finally you wear it well It's an accessory It's time to change your uniform And hand it on to me, to me And i dream one day i'll find The one who lives inside my mind They feel the same way too We've all been used Dazed, beautiful and bruised Dazed, beautiful and bruised And blame is not a on
Ray Collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin, tweezers)
Jimmy Carl Black (drums)
Roy Estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano)
Elliot Ingber (lead guitar, rhythm guitar)
Well I'm about to get sick
From watchin' my TV
Been checkin' out the news
Until my eyeballs fail to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it's gonna change, my friends
Is anybody's guess
So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
Wednesday I watched the riot...
I seen the cops out on the street
Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff
And chokin' in the heat
Listened to reports
About the whisky passin' 'round
Seen the smoke & fire
And the market burnin' down
Watched while everybody
On his street would take a turn
To stomp and smash a
Uncle Sam Lyrics
Go to work give your shares We'll drain the life from you The internet so cool tax dollars hard at work Built my new swimming pool You think you elected me so trust I know what's best For you What do I get for my taxes? Social security You will never control me Sit down watch the news we censorded it for you We control everything you're thinking So don't be feeling blue Conform and don't ask questions you'll wind up in jail Subliminal happiness is what you want as we can tell<
nd bash and crashGo to work give your shares We'll drain the life from you The internet so cool tax dollars hard at work Built my new swimming pool You think you elected me so trust I know what's best For you What do I get for my taxes? Social security You will never control me Sit down watch the news we censorded it for you We control everything you're thinking So don't be feeling blue Conform and don't ask questions you'll wind up in jail Subliminal happiness is what you want as we can tell<
And slash and bust and burn
And I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
Well you can cool it,
You can heat it...
'Cause, baby, I don't need it...
Take your TV tube and eat it
'N all that phony stuff on sports
'N all the unconfirmed reports
You know I watched that rotten box
Until my head began to hurt
From checkin' out the way
The newsmen say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channel so-and-so
And further they assert
That any show they'll interrupt
To bring you news if it comes up
They say that if the place blows up
They'll be the first to tell
Because the boys they got downtown
Are workin' hard and doin' swell,
And if anybody gets the news
Before it hits the street,
They say that no one blabs it faster
Their coverage can't be beat
Little Town Lyrics
========================= Alisha's Attic - Little Town ========================= (Traditional - adapted from O Little Town Of Bethlehem) O little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by Yet in the dark streets shineth The everlasting light The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee tonight How silently, how silently The wondrous gift is given So God imparts to hu
Gets machine-gunned from her seat
They'll send some joker with a brownie
And you'll see it all complete
So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
Hey you know something people
I'm not black
But there's a whole lots a times
I wish I could say I'm not white
Well, I seen the fires burnin'
And the local people turnin'
On the merchants and the shops
Who used to sell their brooms and mops
And every other household item
Watched the mob just turn and bite 'em
And they say it served 'em right
Because a few of them are white,
And it's the same across the nation
Black & white discrimination
They're yellin' "You can't understand me!"
And all the other crap they hand me
In the papers and TV
'N all that mass stupidity
That seems to grow more ever
Just My Imagination (Running Away With Me) Lyrics
Each day through my window I watch her as she passes by I say to myself, "You're such a lucky guy" To have a girl like her is truly a dream come true Out of all the fellas in the world, she belongs to you But it was just my imagination, Running away with me It was just my imagination, Running away with me Soon we'll be married and raise a family A cozy little home, out in the country, with two children, maybe three I tell you I can visualize it all This couldn't be a dream, for too real i
y dayEach day through my window I watch her as she passes by I say to myself, "You're such a lucky guy" To have a girl like her is truly a dream come true Out of all the fellas in the world, she belongs to you But it was just my imagination, Running away with me It was just my imagination, Running away with me Soon we'll be married and raise a family A cozy little home, out in the country, with two children, maybe three I tell you I can visualize it all This couldn't be a dream, for too real i
Each time you hear some nitwit say
He wants to go and do you in
Because the color of your skin
Just don't appeal to him
(No matter if it's black or white)
Because he's out for blood tonight
You know we gotta sit around at home
And watch this thing begin
But I bet there won't be many left
To see it really end
'Cause the fire in the street
Ain't like the fire in my heart
And in the eyes of all these people
Don't you know that this could start
On any street in any town
In any state if any clown
Decides that now's the time to fight
For some ideal he thinks is right
And if a million more agree
There ain't no great society
As it applies to you and me
Our country isn't free
And the law refuses to see
If all that you can ever be
Is just a lousy janitor
Unless your uncle owns a store
You know that five in every four
Just one amount and nothin' more
Don't watch the rats go across the floor
And make up songs about being poor
Blow you harmonica son!