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I have been ringing your doorbell,
But you left me standing in the hall
And you make love by the numbers,
That doesnt mean theres any love at all
Now there you go with a big explanation
Why do you waste your time?
And there you go, under estimation
Of the thoughts that cross my mind
This is your promise that you put up for sale
Its done like a picture from a fairy tale,
But still theres a difference, let me show it to you,
This is crapola, this is shinola

I see youre still in the headlines
You pegged the latest trend again this week
Im not impressed by the outfit,
Or your revolutionary chic
And here it comes,
I see you forming the words, youre performing the exercise
And here it comes,
Its the feeling that I heard the same speech a hundred times
This is the jabber of a chimpanzee
The motion of your mouth looks much the same to me
The differentiation might be hard to see,
But this is crapola, this is shinola

Everyones talking, few of them know
The rest are pretending, they put on a show
And if theres a message I guess this is it
Truth isnt easy, the easy parts shit

And here it comes,
Now Im forming the words, Im performing the exercise
And here it comes
Its the feeling that Ive made the same speech a million times
These are your leaders, come on take a look
Theyll lie and cheat and steal then sell the rights to the book
And these are your neighbors who have swung to the right,
But you dont have to worry just as long as youre white
And my generation is just waiting to die
Well swallow anything if it would just get us high
I dont know whos a bigger fool,
But one thing I know
This is crapola, this is shinola


Shot In The Dark

Everyday its the same old situation
I face the same old line of empty faces
Sit at my desk while the clock counts up my wages
Pick up my pay every friday and take off like a
Shot in the dark

I took off like a shot in the dark
I split the scene like a shot in the dark
Aint got no target, dont aim for no mark
cause Im off like a shot in the dark

It was only a game when we first started
The novelty wore away and the fun departed
I cant live up anymore to those things I spouted
And if you say you feel the same way
Ill be off like a
Shot in the dark

Theres no changes going down
Theres no lesson to be found
Makes no sense to hang around
If thats all there is to that
(thats what she said)

Someone just tossed a bomb through
Kitchen window
And in the middle of a shoo-fly pie
Mama took off like a
Bat out of hell
She took off like a shot in the dark


Silly Boy

In the days when I was young I never had to cry
If I wanted a lover I did not have to try
But I must have set my expectations far too high
Guess Im just a silly boy
I guess Im just a silly boy

There are some things about love that I dont understand
When you promise your heart you do the best you can
But no matter how I try behaving like a man
Seems Im just a silly boy
I guess Im just a silly boy

This is the last time Ill wait to stand in line
If you dont come see me Im dropping the boom on you
cause when you lose me
Then everyone will see what a silly girl can do

Dont you tell me that its over
Dont you make a sound
til I get to the river or someplace I can drown
cause I put my faith upon you and you let me down
Guess Im just a silly boy
I guess Im just a silly boy


Singring and the Glass Guitar

This is an electrified fairy tale. If you've never heard of an electrified
fairy tale, just picture little fairies with wee tiny electric guitars.

Once upon a time [not long ago] in a land not far from here, there was a place
called Harmony. Everyone in Harmony was happy and this "joie devivre" was
guarded by their invisible patron, the muse Singring. But jealous forces, and
there are always jealous forces in such tales, have conspired to capture the
spirit, imprisoning it in [an instrument of glass, locking it in] a chest with
four keys, and casting the keys to the four corners of the earth so that only
four particularly brave and talented individuals might retrieve them. It is
here that our story begins.
There's a rumor I heard that's going 'round town
Someone's captured Singring, Singring
Come hear the news, come hurry on down
Down to the old town square
The announcer wipes at his eyes, he's trying to hide
See it in his face, tell by his expression
The secret knowledge that claws to escape as he cried
Day of infamy, someone's captured Singring
Day of tragedy, someone's captured Singring
Now what shall we do, what shall we do now?
And if you take a look around, Harmony is dying
Someone trapped the spirit in a glass guitar
And if you listen with your heart, you can hear it crying
Free me from my crystal prison in this glass guitar

There's a rumor I heard that's going around
Someone's saving Singring, Singring
Come hear the summons, hurry on down
Down to the village green
And the spokesman speaks for us all, together we call
Brave adventurers, warriors, and free men
Conquer self and so in the end save us all
Conquer earth and wind, conquer fire and water
Brave adventurers, come and save us all
And if you fail to win the keys, Harmony is dying
Trapped away forever in a glass guitar
And if you listen with your heart, you can hear it crying
Free me from my crystal prison in this glass guitar
Having gathered on the green, the brave adventurers of the land march off in
search of the keys. Their quest leads them first to the river's edge.
Lead me to the water
Pass me my flagon of wine
I said show me to the water
Quick before I change my mind
I go down to the river and bravely the rapids I row
Over the falls to the bottomless pool
and it's down to the bottom I go

Only one has the courage to dive into the river and brave the bottomless pool
in search of the first key.

Let the four winds blow icy breath before me
Storms will never keep me from the glass guitar
Hurricanes may scream, I will never feel it
'Til I find the key that leads me to the glass guitar

Only one has the courage to wander the desert [alone] and brave the eternal
winds in search of the second key

Fire can never burn me
Flames can not catch me - faster am I
Blazes never faze me
Barefoot I walk hot coals for a mile
My sword is tempered, my loins are girded in steel
Make my way to the heart of the forest of flames
And if I do my best and don't stop to rest
I may pass the test and capture the key that opens the chest

Only one has the courage to make his way into the forest of flames and brave
the fire-breathing dragon in search of the third key.

I will climb the face of the highest mountain
Whilst Singring calls crying from the glass guitar
Though the earth may shake let the planet tremble
Steady will I struggle onward to the glass guitar

Only one has the courage to climb to the top of the highest mountain in search
of the fourth key.

Having scaled the mountain and finding no key, the climber begins chopping
madly at the ground with his pickax, causing the mountain to split in two,
revealing the last key.

Now in possession of all four keys, the brave adventurers march triumphantly
into the valley of silence to open the chest, smash the glass guitar, and free
the spirit of Harmony.


Somethings Coming

Could be!
Who knows?
There's something due any day;
I will know right away
Soon as it shows.
It may come cannonballin' down through the sky,
Gleam in its eye,
Bright as a rose!
Who knows?
It's only just out of reach,
Down the block, on a beach,
Under a tree.
I got a feeling there's a miracle due,
Gonna come true,
Coming to me!

Could it be? Yes it could.
Something's coming, something good,
If I can wait!
Something's coming, I don't know what it is
But it is
Gonna be great!

With a click, with a shock,
Phone'll jingle, door'll knock,
Open the latch!
Something's coming, don't know when, but it's soon -
Catch the moon,
One-handed catch!

Around the corner,
Or whistling down the river,
Come on - deliver
To me!

Will it be? Yes it will.
Maybe just by holding still
It'll be there!
Come on something, come on in, don't be shy,
Meet a guy,
Pull up a chair!

The air is humming,
And something great is coming!
Who knows?
It's only just out of reach,
Down the block, on a beach,
Maybe tonight...


Special Interest

Got a special interest, youre my special interest
Got a special interest, got a special interest in you
I hear youve got some pending legislation
Regarding your romantic situation
And I just want to make my position quite clear
Youve got a constituent here
And youll find before you take one more step
My hobby is to lobby on your doorstep
And that big sack of mail and the telegrams too
Ill give you one guess just who sent them to you

Ive been invested with a sacred mission
To make sure that you make the right decision
Though you may wonder now, in the long run youll see
A valuable ally in me
And if by some misguided sense of duty
You go with someone else instead of choose me
When theyve all let you down, and youre looking for help
Youll find that Ive swung my support somewhere else
No one has to know, when pressures are brought to bear
You can pretend that it was all your idea
And you did it of your own free will
Yes you did it of your own free will


Stand For Something

When you cry
I know youve got a good reason to cry
If you cant come
I know its not just an alibi
Now I hear things that are better kept under the hat
Who backs it up?
Look at your hand, you can count on that
When you talk, its hard to disagree
And when you dance, youre talking to me

When you stand, you stand for something
Stand for something
They cant dim your flame
When you stand, you stand for something
Stand for something
They cant bend your stream

Here I stand
Outside the world of politica
I would not lose that
For all the gold in south africa
What you wear did not come easy
What you hear sounds different to me

When you stand, youre standing next to me

You put your foot down every day
Make sure you bring it down on the up beat
So walk away those feet of clay
We are fighting and dancing in the street



Style must not be underrated
Style is often overlooked
Style is never in the papers
I read it like an open book
If you cant see the substance
Style shows how its organized
Style is looking for your money
Its in the way you paint your eyes

There is always a way
A way things are done
Ive been learning my abcs
I know what is 10, I know what is 1 in

Style is a naked look
Underneath your style
Style of a different place
Talking through your style

Even the way you hide it
Reveals the thing you hide
Your style may never cause a riot
Its still a style to have no style

There is always a way
To light up a lamp
Its been a crazy year all around
The check never came
I cant let it cramp my

Style is a world for sale
You cant buy this style
Style that you cant resist
You wont cramp my style


Sunburst Finish

Ritual dancer spins away
Lost in a whirling dervish ballet
Musicians playing
Out of tune in perfect harmony

Traveling down the sandy track
Compass in hand, guitar on my back
Trying to find the
Secret truth inside the pyramid

Foxy pharaoh knows all, wont tell
Dangerous knowledge locked in a cell
Method in madness
Ancient logic, never ending mystery

Anticipation fills the air
As the natives gather round
Watching the fiery sun go down
In the technicolor sky
Exploding mandala of light
Disappearing into darkness
A stunning sunburst finish
Shatters the horizon

Eye of the sphinx now winks at you
What is he thinking? wish that I knew
Wonder of wisdom
Far beyond this mortal comedy

Wind of the desert blowing strong
Mist of the ocean kissed by the sun
Tropical splendor
Paradise is calling you away

Make up your mind, dont make a scene
Wake up to find your garden is green
Please take your seat onboard
The destination is utopia

Echoing across the canyon
Hear the song of the gypsy caravan
Magical voices in flight

Looking for the next oasis
neath the glow of the silver-shadow moon
Radiant princess of night

Stay forever, stay for a while
Hypnotized by sight and sound
Empty feelings bring a frown
Only love can make you smile


Swing To The Right

Swing to the right
Try to face the fact that I aint that young no more
Hairs short again and a suit is in,
Better brush up on how to tie a windsor knot
Swing to the right
Credits hard to find and a dollar doesnt go so far
Whats more important when the count comes in
A sell-out whos alive or a corpse that cant be bought?

Stop the hand of time
Think I see a sign
Tables turning round
Hear a different sound
Stop the hands of time
Looking out for mine

Swing to the right
Dont want to hear what the povertous expect from me
Let em eat cake if they feel that way
I gotta work why should I have to pay for that?
And I dont want to be left holding the bag for them
scuze me for living but I have to say,
Ive got some worries of my own, like staying fat

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