LYRICS
Can ya tell me what you’re gonna do
When mean ole Grim comes coming after you
Who’s gonna be your brother’s keeper
After you’re the harvest of ole Mr. Reaper
What will become of your soul
Once your body’s not whole
He ain’t fickle with that sharp sickle
Like the slice of knife with his deadly scythe
Brings’ an end with no mend to your precious life
The End — when the flow won’t even trickle
ABOUT THE SONG
E D A E
E/F# Eadd9
Daniel — Guitar, Vocals, Keyboards and Synthesizers
LYRICS
Is it just pie in the sky
Or, have we come full circle?
Getting to the end proving to be hysterical?
Concerning circles, ellipses or spheres
Have no fears!
Irrational number
Representation never ends and never settles
Count to the end and never, ever slumber
The details are full of the devils
Figurin’ makes ya mental
The number’s irrational
Ain’t coincidental
Feels supernatural
Throw on an “I scream”
For Pi à la mode
Decimal reaching into dream
Sweet geometrical mother lode
Your body of work
Such a perfect figure
You’re…
Clarity through the murk
Like a Prince turning into a symbol
Ï€ providing answers quite ample
Ï€ the answer to why
ABOUT THE SONG
Capo 2
Em A7
D6 A7 Em
Em C
A song about Pi written on 3 14 15. Pi (Ï€) = 3.14159265359
LYRICS
Hard to believe the pace
Of our latest arms race
Russia, Iraq, Afghanistan
Not really sure which wars we’re in?
Ukraine, Syria, Iran…
You reign? Seriously, I ran
Where to begin….
Russia rushing in
For crying out loud
While all the while Putin actin’ proud
Crimea Annexation
Cry me a river (exasperation!)
Unbelievable human race
Gonna leave us without a trace
Spreading like Malaria in Nigeria
I’s is in hysteria
Isis and Boko Haram
Teenage hostage harem
Coversong originally made famous by The Beatles
Written by George Harrison and released as the opening track on the Beatles’ 1966 album Revolver.
Taxman Recording Session
Verse:
D7Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â D7#9Â D7
Let me tell you how it will be
D7Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â D7#9Â D7
There’s one for you nineteen for me
C7Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â G7#9Â Â Â D7
‘Cos I’m the taxman  Yeah I’m the taxman
Verse:
Should five percent appear too small
Be thankful I don’t take it all
‘Cos I’m the taxman  Yeah I’m the taxman
D
If you drive a truck I’ll tax the street
C
If you try to fix it I’ll tax your seat
D
If you get too cold I’ll tax the heat
CÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â D
If you take a walk I’ll tax your feet  TAXMAN!
CÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â G7#9Â Â Â D
‘Cos I’m the taxman  Yeah I’m the taxman
Verse:
Don’t ask me what I want it for (ah ah, Mr. Wilson)
If you don’t want to pay some more (ah ah, Mr. Heath)
‘Cos I’m the taxman                Yeah     I’m the taxman
Now my advice for those who die (TAXMAN!)
Declare the pennies on your eyes (TAXMAN!)
‘Cos I’m the taxman  Yeah I’m the taxman
And you’re working    for no one   but me
LYRICS
Claiming it’s a message sent from the Gods
Jets of flaming napalm globs
What are the odds
Of killing kids and creating angry mobs
Chorus
What we’re doing really does stink
I mean… come on… don’t ya really think?
I’m not good with a nod and a wink
And, when it comes to freedom — I won’t blink!
Dropping bombs and burning babies
Well, only if God’s from hell
War crimes? There’s no maybes
You’re killing kids and creating a nasty smell
Chorus
(Ya see, I take “Don’t Tread On Me” seriously)
ABOUT THE SONG
E7 Esus
D6 Esus
Esus E7
A song inspired by the anniversary of Operation Meetinghouse. On March 10, 1945, the USA bombed Tokyo:
“The bombs were mostly the 500-pound E-46 cluster bombs which released 38 napalm-carrying M-69 incendiary bomblets at an altitude of 2,000–2,500 ft. The M-69s punched through thin roofing material or landed on the ground; in either case they ignited 3–5 seconds later, throwing out a jet of flaming napalm globs.”
LYRICS
Just another blowhard
Working a snow job
Pulling wool over eyes
Propagating big lies
The facts smacked… the truth marred
Morality robbed… enraged mob
Lying about
Laying about
Don’t you think it’s just about a total white-out?
Just another blowhard
Working a snow job
Time you’re cut down to size
And, said your goodbyes
Your opinions are forever barred
Please! Stop making our heads throb
You send shivers up my spine… you’re that cold
If the story be told,
Your ill will
Is like my tongue getting stuck to an icicle
LYRICS
Where are the people?
Seeking refuge from the steeple
When will they realize?
See all the people
Seeking refuge under steeple?
It’s The End… surprise!
Will we rise
To the occasion?
Immortalize
Homo sapien?
7 plus billion
Earthling refugees
Trying to flea.
Plight — oblivion
Obviously,
Caused by you and me… we
Will we see
Our self-destruction?
Can we be?
Humanity surrection
ABOUT THE SONG
C D Em
C D Em Bm7
Bm7 Em
Daniel — Vocals, Backing Vocals, whistling Guitar, Keyboards, Synthesizers, Controllers and a Computer
