LYRICS
Is the world still turning
Is the sun still burning
Is it time to get on with it
Time to move on a bit?
… world still turning
… sun still burning
Unless we tame this trouble
The trouble is likely to double
Unless the human gets humble
Civilization’s likely to crumble
Our error on terror… terrible
The terror of our error incredible
Instead of our babble and mumble
Recognition of our stumble
Non-lexical vocables, which may be mixed with meaningful text, are a form of nonsense syllable used in a wide variety of music. A common English example would be “la la la”.
Non-lexical vocables are used in Blackfoot music and other Native American music, Pygmy music, the music of the Maldives and Irish Music, Highland Scots music. Vocables frequently act as formal markers, indicating the beginning and end of phrases, sections or songs themselves, and also as onomatopoeic references, cueing devices, and other purposes. — Wikipedia
LYRICS
Wake up in the morning
With a yearning and burning
Creating a song before the setting sun
Wake up in the morning
With a yearning for learning
Turning “to be” into done
Wake up in the morning
Wheels churning for loving
Starting out with any/every one
Take a little bit of wit
And turn it into enlightenment
Sugarcoat it with entertainment
So, the truth will be easy to swallow
And the masses more likely to follow
You realize it’s not a compromise
Shinning light onto The Shadow
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You can see a conspiracy theory with every entity
Tales of chemtrails blowing hot air in the sails
Oh, no! GMO phobia phenomenon
You just go on and on and on
Yes, it’s freaking me out
How you know nothing about
I mean isn’t it obscene when you won’t give your kid a vaccine
You’re unaware modern healthcare is way better than fair
Beware! Your lack of B12 has left you bewildered
Wondered
You make a fuss about how business treats all of us
I’ll be damned. You don’t understand it’s from your demand
Won’t see clear that nuclear could be our savior
The fusion solution for our pollution
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When you shoot-up unarmed cartoonists
Blood flows like wine… time to draw the line
Our attitude forever persists
Oui we! Not fine… the line’s been drawn
A defiance to carry-on
When the French get fried… the French are toast
The true get tried and make the most
When The End Of Times are upon
Oui we! Not fine… the line’s been drawn
A defiance to carry-on
(whistling solo)
Viva la viva la song and dance
Time to give free speech a chance
What the extreme deem as obscene
Makes it obvious they don’t know what they mean
Oui we… a new dawn
From a defiance to carry-on
Inspired by the lack of whine in France, a post by a friend about “unarmed cartoonists” and a BBC commentators observation of “a defiance to carry-on”. The song is about the positive attitude after cartoonists at the magazine Charlie Hebdo were murdered by terrorists.
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Walking through the tall grass
Feeling a breeze blow past
Start a wonderin’
How the breeze does tease
I can’t see it… touch or taste
Yet, I feel it… blowin’ ‘cross my face
Like some sort-a “is” quiz
What is it you mean by existence
… sensing God’s presence?
Start a wonderin’
How the we’s can be’s
I can’t see Her… touch or taste
Yet, I feel Her… blowin’ ‘cross my space
Like some sort-a “is” quiz
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Love that we’re able to do
Know what we knew
Love that we’re able to do
As old fades to new
When you see an amputee
Perhaps reveal humble pity
If you can stand on your two feet
Cherish the treat
Love that we’re able to do
Thankful I’m able to
Send best wishes to you
Impute meaning to the mute… kindness to the blindest… a treble clef for the deaf
And for a deaf, blind, mute
Whose condition is so acute
Perhaps this is the day
To go out of your way
A New Year
A new you
One less tear
One step nearer
You and me, too
