LYRICS
There’s blood and guts flyin’
Here there and everywhere
I’d be laughin’ if I weren’t cryin’
Your cost you will not bare?
Sure wish I’d worn my gore poncho
When your friend turns to foe
Surely means you don’t know
[Or that it’s time they go
Unless you’re wearin’ your gore poncho]
’cause their bloatin’ is imploding
On anything close to thinking
Look out! They’re about to explode… shoot their motherlode
Oh, nooooo! Sure wish I’d worn my gore poncho
I confess…
You’ve made a mess
And, I should’ve worn my gore poncho
You went nuts and spilled your guts
You’d blow your mind if it was somethin’ ya could find
Ya took your toll on your soul
And poked your third eye blind
LYRICS
There was one in the bed and the little one said, “Roll over. Rock over.”
Come on time to wake
Time to make it shake
We can discover
The meaning of lover
A place where the shadows don’t smother
What will it take
An effort to make
The depths of forever
For Go(o)dness sake
There were ten in the bed and the little one said, “Roll over. Rock over.”
They all rolled over and rocked it out
Now that’s what I’m talkin’ bout
Or much too fast
You’ll be alone — the last.
LYRICS
You can fall down
If you get up
Play the clown
If you live up
But you can’t claim ignorance in the end
Noooo… the truth will not bend
Woah… at fault can’t defend
The best defense is your offense
Make sure you’re in balance
No, there’s no denying
Laughter’s better than crying
This song started, when a friend (hosting a show in Ardmore, Pennsylvania) asked the artists to write a song about murder for the Valentine’s month of February. So, I wrote this song as a sort-of ironic metaphor like simile about domestic violence. If you are a victim of spousal abuse, it may happen in a variety of ways. Inevitably, it will happen over time. To put it another way — If one crow shows up, what is it? How many crows need to show up, before it’s a gathering of crows? What do you call a gathering of crows?
USGS:
Animal Congregations… What Do You Call a Group of Crows?
Crows = A murder
PBS:
Crows are members of the Corvidae family, which also includes ravens, magpies, and blue jays. Loud, rambunctious, and very intelligent, crows are most often associated with a long history of fear and loathing. They are considered pests by farmers trying to protect their crops and seedlings. Many people fear them simply because of their black feathers, which are often associating them with death. But research demonstrated in A Murder of Crows proves crows are actually very social and caring creatures, and also among the smartest animals on the planet.
Coversong made famous by Pink Floyd
Written by Roger Waters
Em C G Em
Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are
C G Em
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are
C G
And when your hand is on your heart
A7
You're nearly a good laugh, almost a joker
With your head down the pigbin saying keep on digging
Am7
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find down in the pig mine
You're nearly a laugh, you're nearly a laugh
Em C Em D Em D Em D Em D
But you really a cry______
Em C G Em
Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are
C G Em
You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are
C G
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
A7
You're nearly a good laugh, almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel, you're hot stuff with a hat pin
Am7
And good fun with a hand gun
You're nearly a laugh, you're nearly a laugh
Em C Em D Em D Em D Em D
But you're really a cry______
Coversong made famous by The Kinks
Written by: Ray Davies
A
Cheap is small and not too steep
E A
But best of all cheap is cheap
(A)
Circumstance has forced my hand
E D A
To be a cut price person in a low budget land
D A
Times are hard but we'll all survive
E A
I just got to learn to economize
A
I'm on a low budget
E D A
I'm on a low budget
A
I'm not cheap, you understand
E D A
I'm just a cut price person in a low budget land
A
Excuse my shoes they don't quite fit
E D A
They're a special offer and they hurt me a bit
A
Even my trousers are giving me pain
E D A
They were reduced in a sale so I shouldn't complain
D A
They squeeze me so tight so I can't take no more
E A
They're size 28 but I take 34
A
I'm on a low budget (What did you say)
E D A
I'm on a low budget (I thought you said that)
A
I'm on a low budget
E D A
I'm a cut price person in a low budget land
A
I'm shopping at Woolworth and low discount stores
E D A
I'm dropping my standards so that I can buy more
(Optional Verse 1)
A
Low budget sure keeps me on my toes
E D A
I count every penny and I watch where it goes
D A
We're all on our uppers we're all going skint
E D A
I used to smoke cigars but now I suck polo mints
A
I'm on a low budget (What did you say)
E D A
I'm on a low budget (I thought you said that)
A
I'm on a low budget
E D A
I'm a cut price person in a low budget land
A E D E A E D A
I'm on a low budget. Low budget. Low budget
A
Art takes time, time is money
E A
Money's scarce and that ain't funny
A
Millionaires are things of the past
E D A
We're in low budgetville where nothing can last
D A
Money's rare there's none to be found
E A
So don't think I'm tight if I don't buy a round
A
I'm on a low budget (What did you say)
E D A
I'm on a low budget (I thought you said that)
A
I'm on a low budget
E D A
I'm a cut price person in a low budget land
A
I'm on a low budget (Say it again)
E D A A E D A
Low budget (One more time) Low budget
LYRICS
Please don’t think that I’m rude if I a don’t answer back
But I’m having some sort-of vision attack
A place where peace rules over the beast
When most is least and least welcomed to their feast
Out of the straits and narrows
The light at the end of our tunnels
Fly with the doves and sparrows
Loving your part in the jungle
Please don’t think that we’re crude if our manners lack
Perhaps it’s you lacking the knack
It’s time all hostilities ceased
And, the promised land released… release realized!
E D A A E A E
Who are you, who who, who who X 4
E D A C G
I woke up in the Soho bar when a policeman knew my name. He said,
E D A C G
"You can go sleep at home tonight if you can get up and walk away."
I staggered back to the underground
And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember throwin' punches around
And preachin' from my chair
[chorus:]
Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
'Cause I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I took the tube back out of town
Back to the Rollin' Pin
I felt a little like a dying clown
With a streak of Rin Tin Tin
I stretched back and I hiccuped
And looked back on my busy day
Eleven hours in the Tin Pan
God, there's got to be another way
Who are you?
Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ...
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
[chorus]
I know there's a place you walked
Where love falls from the trees
My heart is like a broken cup
I only feel right on my knees
I spit out like a sewer hole
Yet still receive your kiss
How can I measure up to anyone now
After such a love as this?
[chorus]
LYRICS
When your end begins to bleed back
Get to praise the raise…
…ing of the dead
To a new wife wed
From the womb
When the end begins to bleedback again
(repeat)
To a new life led
When the end begins to bleedback again
When the end begins to bleedback again
To be born
From the tomb
When the end begins to bleedback again
