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I can not think that we are useless or God would not have created us. There is one God looking down on us all. We are all the children of one God. The sun, the darkness, the winds are all listening to what we have to say. — Geronimo
Geronimo!
Look out below,
I’m ready to go,
Geronimo!
Look out below,
We’re ready to go,
Geronimo!
Know, know, know,
Geronimo!
Geronimo!
Ya know,
One God,
Sound good?
Song Title: Ain’t Talkin’ bout Love
Made famous by Van Halen
Cover version is simply a Mess
I heard the news baby
All about your disease
Yeah, you may have all you want baby
But I got somethin’ you need. Oh, yeah!
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout love
My love is rotten to the core
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout love
Just like I told you before. Yeah, before
You know you’re semi-good lookin’
And on the streets again
Ooh yeah, you think you’re really cookin’ baby
You better find yourself a friend, my friend
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout love
My love is rotten to the core
Ain’t gonna talk about love
Just like I told you before! Before! Uh, before! Uh, before! Before!
(Guitar Solo)
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout love
Babe, it’s rotten to the core
Ain’t talkin’ bout love
Just like I told you before. Uh, before
I been to the edge
And there I stood and looked down
You know I lost a lot of friends there baby
I got no time to mess around
Mmm, so if you want it, got to bleed for it baby
Yeah! Got to, got to bleed, baby
Mmm, you got to, got to bleed, baby
Hey! Got to, got to bleed baby
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout love
My love is rotten to the core
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout love
Just like I told you before! Before! Before!
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout love
Don’t wanna talk about love
Don’t need to talk about love
Ain’t gonna talk about love
No more! No more! Ahhh!
(Guitar Solo)
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
You would think we’d say,
After we made it all this way,
Where do we go from here?
But, all that I hear —
Here we go again!
Who wants to begin again…
And, again and again?
Having been,
I already know the feeling,
Since I know,
Can we go,
Ahead?
Now we’ve said,
After we made it all this way,
Where do we go from here?
I hope all that I hear is…
On to another beautiful day!
Big Friggin’ Deal
I mean…
What’s the big deal?
For real?
Please spiel,
How you feel.
Need I beg and kneel?
Borrow or steal?
Tomorrow we’ll all heal?
Feast on thanksgiving meal?
Till then… guess it’s a friggin’ big deal.
Let’s wheel and deal.
Has mass appeal!
That’s a big friggin’ deal.
Chorus:
Unless you choose,
To be caged,
Most of the time,
Is free-time.
What’s your purpose,
Being outraged?
Or, wasting time,
Being sublime?
Chorus
Unless we choose,
The next stage,
We will unwind,
Running outta time.
Chorus
Plenty to loose,
In this day-and-age,
The end of time,
Don’t let it happen!
We’ll kick it into,
Interstellar overdrive,
As we get into,
Some rock n’ roll n’ space truckin’,
We’ll be movin’ in the grove n’ ecstasy,
Astral travelers charting their (very own) destiny,
Flightless birds on an airborne journey.
Space Truckers, “Start your engines!”
It’s time to look alive,
This is no fantasy,
It’s much easier to survive,
When we act like we’re livin’,
Let’s get movin’ in the grove n’ ecstasy,
Astral travelers purposely charting our destiny,
Flightless birds on an airborne journey.
I like the look of your chassis,
Will you be my spiritual vehicle?
After seeing your undercarriage,
I’d like propose marriage,
Of our psyche,
Now, hope you don’t mind,
If I turn you on,
With the twist of your key,
I hear the beginnin’s,
Of your engine,
You purr when you run,
Back in the saddle, again,
I feel the heat of your seat,
And, it’s making my heart beat.
Enough of following losers,
Trying to peddle meddle,
You make up where I did lag,
Your mine and I’m yours,
Now! Faster! Pass Her this way,
And, I think we’ll find,
The ultimate payday,
Wow! I owe it to you — the checkered flag!
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
We are movin’ in the grove n’ ecstasy,
Astral travelers arriving at our destiny,
Flightless birds on an airborne journey…
Never wantin’ to abandon the sojourn.
If I had the power,
Of power generation…
To generate enough power,
To power a generation,
I would.
If I could…
Generate an interest,
In what’s in our best interest,
I would.
If I should…
Forget to mention,
The higher power,
Deserves our attention,
She can deliver power,
To our,
Generation,
And, our generation,
Can be an empowerment plant.
Instead of being a wallflower,
I can be a plant —
An empower plant,
Instead of being an energy drain,
I can help sustain,
I’ve taken from the grid,
I did,
I’ve thrown the switch,
Which…
Drained our resources,
Changing rivers’ courses,
Turning fog to smog,
On the smoke we choke,
Yes, it was me,
Wasting freely,
What need I ascertain,
To make a change,
To help sustain,
Instead of drain, drain, drain?
Nothing more,
Change is in range,
Enough of before,
Time to transplant,
To an empower plant.
Crank up the juice,
Let the love loose,
A higher power,
Across the wire,
From an empower planet’s,
Power plant.
Chorus:
Uh oh,
Something’s,
Cooking,
And, I don’t,
Like the way,
It’s smelling.
Smells too bad,
To be cabbage,
I imagine,
It could be,
Rotten eggs?
Chorus
Makes me sad,
In such an age,
That souls famine,
It could be,
One who begs?
Chorus
Yup, I think,
Something,
Does stink,
And, it’s starting to look,
Like it’s the cook,
The one who prepares,
This recipe,
Is fouling things up…
Completely,
So, if you wonder what’s up,
For tonight’s sup’,
It’s the crap we put in this stew,
Spoiled ingredients…
More than just a few:
A rotten attitude
A cup 1/2 empty
A spoon feeding (Until spoiled)
A temper (Boiled)
Now, we’re pleading,
And, moaning,
From stomach pain,
But, look in the pot,
None does remain.
Should have been thankful,
For what I got,
But, I forgot,
Now, I’m full,
Of spoiled rotten,
Wish I wouldn’t,
Have forgotten.
A coupla’ reminders,
To take off my blinders:
Gonna let ’em roll,
Right over me,
If they’re thinkin’ that,
I’ll be goin’ splat…
If that’s their goal,
Gonna let ’em roll,
Right over me…
’cause I can be flat,
Flat as can be,
Then sprout right back,
Toward infinity.
Lord knows…
There’s an eternity,
For takin’ blows,
But, lifetime goes,
By too quickly,
To waste a bit,
On any of that,
‘rather just act…
Flat!
And, let ’em roll,
Yeah, let ’em roll,
Right over me,
Likely, won’t be ’till then,
That they’ll see,
Probably be when,
That they’ll see,
The stonewall,
Right behind me,
Soooo, let ’em roll,
Yeeeeah, let ’em roll,
Gonna let ’em roll,
Right over me!
Why wear arbitrage,
Around the neck,
Like an albatross?
What the heck?
Do I believe in gravity?
Is asking an absurdity?
The forces of the market,
More than predict it,
They make it…
Happen,
Again and again,
Until reaching equilibrium.
No need to be outraged,
By arbitrage,
It can be a friend of ours,
Though,
Like any other tool,
When put in the hands of a fool…
Whoa! Ohhhhh no!
The gotta have money,
To make money,
Rule,
Ain’t that funny,
When you’re the stool,
And, to see the rich,
Get richer,
By exploiting the difference,
In cents,
May not seem to make sense,
But, in the end it does,
Because,
Market equilibrium,
Is the same for you and me,
Just like them,
What goes around,
Comes around,
And, the social equilibrium,
Will reach justification,
Where supply meets demand,
Is the price,
Where good meets evil,
Is justice,
Makes me stammer,
In awe.
Soooo… I’ll try not to play the fool,
And, use the tool,
To the best of my ability,
With ample,
Opportunity,
Taking the example,
Of the blind man,
Who picked up his hammer,
And, saw….
What will become of the day?
How long do we have to play?
Do I have any say,
In the way,
Things go down?
Sure!
I could just drown,
Afraid of the future,
But, would I be a let down,
In the way,
Things go down?
What will become of the day?
How long do we have to play?
I love the sound,
We’ve found,
And, wish it could stick around.
Nurture!
Run long,
With dance and song,
Get down!
Help the way,
Things go down.
Rock it,
Like a rocket,
Feel it,
With a passion,
To jump on…
The freedom,
Train,
Free the brain,
Free the strain…
Of whether we’ll remain,
’cause we’ll be ridin’ on,
And, on, and, on…
Seeking the light,
At the end of the tunnel,
Veering toward the right,
Past our funeral,
There’s justification for all,
At this festival.
What will become of that day?
How long do we get to play?
Do ya like to sing n’ jig?
If so… we’ll continue to gig!
Rockin’ on,
With a passion.
You missed,
Calling me a pessimist,
For I opt,
To be an optimist,
But, that doesn’t mean,
I should close my eyes,
To the mean scene.
Nooooo…
I should scrutinize,
Realize,
And, materialize.
Create the love,
With a kid’s glove,
Gentle,
On the mental,
As we progress,
Though our regression,
Success,
Instead of depression.
Though it makes no sense,
The human presence,
Wants to go that way,
It hasn’t been a matter,
Of what I say,
I can point to the evidence,
Showing them the tatter…
But, it doesn’t seem to matter!
It’s easy now,
To see,
What we want to be.
Somehow…
I’ve found,
We got turned around.
On closer inspection,
Does anyone notice,
We’re headed,
In the wrong direction?
On introspection,
Is our justice,
What’s dreaded,
We just lack the diction?
We’re not apt,
To adapt,
Quick enough,
I’m not saying, “Tough!”
Rather,
Let’s get it together,
So, we don’t sacrifice,
Innocence.
We may choose,
For us to lose,
But, should we impose,
Our view,
On those,
Who are without blame?
I’m asking you…
’cause that’d be a shame.
Here I am…
Is it predestined?
Will I eat steak,
Or ham?
Have I no choice?
Yet, I know,
I can raise my voice,
Sure, I can take,
But, I can grow,
To give, too.
What about you?
Do you choose,
Where you go?
Or, are you asleep,
At the wheel?
How deep,
Do you feel?
Is it fate,
To hate?
Is my destiny,
To cause injury?
If you say,
“That is the way.”
Then, why bother,
Going through the day,
If it doesn’t matter,
How you play?
My will is free,
Completely,
It is I,
Who determines,
How hard,
I try.
It is man’s,
Prerogative,
As to how,
He will live.
It would be a shame,
To take away blame,
By saying he has no freewill,
To help save,
Or, decide to kill.
It’s never fate,
To hate…
Wouldn’t you say,
That’s no way,
To behave?
Will I be an event,
In this chain reaction?
Can I prevent,
The preceding event?
The Earth did quake,
Causing man to shake,
… in his boots,
The sea did wake,
Are they in cahoots?
In these chains of events,
Will there be a change of servants?
Does chaos theory suggest,
The rest?
Though it sounds strange,
Will we rearrange,
First and last?
It’s hard for my pea brain,
To grasp,
I feel lame,
Trying to tame,
The chain of events,
In the past,
And, the present.
Will the future,
Hold my last attempt,
To prevent,
My final event?
In the row,
What domino,
Am I?
Do you know,
When I’ll fall?
Is it an outcome,
We can call?
I don’t want to say,
“There’s more I could’ve done!”
Will I figure a way,
To know the answer why?
And, stop the next fellow,
From falling over,
Or, at least discover,
A way to slow,
The approach?
I understand,
The ocean does encroach,
The land,
In this last chain of events,
But, what prevents,
This chain from going on… and on and on and on and on… so long?
infancy, n:
infancy, n:
The period of our lives when, according to Wordsworth, “Heaven lies
about us.” The world begins lying about us pretty soon afterward.
— Ambrose Bierce
Do you fancy,
Infancy?
Do you sense,
The innocence?
Though not able to stand,
Living in the promised land,
Though not able to speak,
Representing the meek,
Does it sound wild…
Coming from something so mild?
Ahhh… through the eyes of a child,
You can see,
The way it’s suppose to be,
Through the heart of a child,
You’re in heaven,
Oblivious to the sin,
You live within.
Why leave this stage?
Why try to age?
It escapes me,
Why one wouldn’t fancy,
Infancy?