Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American dream
About you. About me.
About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottoms of our
chests.
About that special feeling we get in the cocles (or watever) of our hearts.
Maybe below the cocles.
Maybe in the sub-cocle area.
Maybe in the liver, maybe in the kidneys, maybe even in the colon.
We don't know.
I'm just a regular Joe with a regular job.
I'm your avergage white, suburbanite slob.
I like football and porno and books about war.
I got an average house with a nice hardwood floor.
My wife and my job,
my kids and my car.
My feet on my table
with a Cuban cigar
But sometimes that just ain't enough to a man like me interested
No, I got to go out and have fun
at someone else's expense
I drive really slow in the ultra-fast lane
While people behind me are going insane
I use public toilets and I piss on the seat
I walk around in the summertime sayin' how about this heat
Sometimes I park in handicap spaces
while handicapped people make handicapped faces
Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song
Ranting and raving and carrying on
Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong
NAAAAH!
I'm an asshole (he's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (he's the world's biggest asshole)
(Spoken)
Know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac El Dorado,
hot-#in'-pink, with whaleskin hubcaps and all-leather cow interior and big brown baby seal eyes for headlights... yeah! And I'm gonna drive around
in that baby doing 115 miles an hour, getting 1 mile per gallon, suckin' down quarter pound cheeseburgers from McDonald's in the old-fashioned
non-biodegradable styrofoam containers... yeah! And when I'm done suckin' down those greaseball burgers I'm gonna toss the styrofoam containers
right out the side, and there ain't a goddamn thing anybody can do about it. You know why?
Because we got the bombs, that's why... yeah! Two words--nuclear #in'
weapons, OK? Russia, Czechoslovakia, Romania, they can have all the democracy they want...they can have a democracy cakewalk right through the middle
of Tienamen Square and it won't make a lick of #in' difference, because we got the bombs, OK? John Wayne's not dead--he's frozen! And when we find
a cure for cancer, we're gonna thaw out the Duke and he's gonna be pretty pissed off. You know why? You ever taken a cold shower? Well, multiply
that by 15 million times--that's how pissed off the Duke's gonna be. I'm gonna get the Duke and John Casavetti and Sam Peckinpaw and a case of
#in' whisky and drive...
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, you know you really are an asshole?)
Why don't you shut up and sing the song, Chris. I thought I was the asshole... all the time it was him... what an asshole!
(Sung)
I'm an asshole (I'm an asshole, he's an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole)
A S-S H-O L-E
Everybody, A S-S H-O L-E
Ay Ay-Ay Ay-Ay Ay-Ay
A-thoom A-thoom-thoom A-thoom-thoom A-thoom-thoom
Oooooooo
Took a lyrics version so everybody can read whilst listening.
This is my first time embedding a youtube video and it succeeded.
Quite the feet considering how many failed implementations I have seen.
No offense ofcourse.
I know a lot of good songs that are in some way linked, but I do not know about any conspiracy, disinfo, coverup songs. Some titles.
The sound of silence--Simon & Garfunkel
I dont want to set the world on fire--The ink spots
And some instrumentals like
Clint Mansell--The last man. ( think beholding of silent destruction )
Nearer my god to thee--violin version(s) ( think titanic )
Is everyone afraid?
Is everyone ashamed?
They're running towards their holes to find out
Apocalyptic means are lost among our dead
A message to our friends to get out
There's wages on this fear
Oh so clear
Depends on what you'll pay to hear
They're bound to kill us all in whitewashed halls
The jackals lick their paws
Please don't stop it's lonely at the top
These lonely days will they ever stop?
This doomsday clock ticking in my heart
Not broken
I love life every day
In each and every way
Kafka would be proud, to find out
I'm certain of the end
It's the means that has me spooked
It takes an unknown truth to get out
I'm guessing I'm born free, silly me
I was meant to beg from my knees
Please don't stop it's lonely at the top
These lonely days will they ever stop?
This doomsday clock ticking in my heart
These lonely days will they ever stop?
We gotta dig in
Gas masks on
Wait in the sunshine, all bug-eyed
If this is living?
Sakes alive!
Well then they can't win
No one survives
Is everyone afraid?
You should be ashamed
Apocalyptic screams mean nothing to the dead
Kiss your little son to know all there is
Come on, last call
You should want it all
Ah, it's lonely at the top
These lonely days will they ever stop
This doomsday clock ticking in my heart
These lonely days will they ever stop
Ticking in my heart
Is everyone afraid?
David Bowie Telling Lies
Gorgeous girls are bound to meet
To talk of stars and kings and feet
Through the chromosomes
of space and time
Me I'm fast like bad infection
Gasping for my resurrection
Swear to me in times of war and stress
Shadow falls in shrinking smiles
See me poised at the happy games
Standing in the mouth of all that's pure
Come straggling in your
tattered remnants
You'll come to me in tears and rain
I'm your future,
I'm tomorrow, I'm the end
David Bowie - This is not America.
A little piece of you
The little peace in me
Will die [This is not a miracle]
For this is not America
Blossom fails to bloom
This season
Promise not to stare
Too long [This is not America]
For this is not the miracle
There was a time
A storm that blew so pure
For this could be the biggest sky
And I could have
The faintest idea
[For this is not America, sha la la la la, sha la la la la, sha la la la la
This is not america, no, this is not, sha la la la la]
Snowman melting
From the inside
Falcon spirals
To the ground [This could be the biggest sky]
So bloody red
Tomorrow's clouds
A little piece of you
The little piece in me
Will die [This could be a miracle]
For this is not America
There was a time
A wind that blew so young
For this could be the biggest sky
And I could have the faintest idea
For this is not America, sha la la la la, sha la la la la, sha la la la la
This is not america, no, this is not, sha la la la
This is not america, no, this is not
This is not america, no, this is not, sha la la la.
me and all my friends
we're all misunderstood
they say we stand for nothing and
there's no way we ever could
now we see everything that's going wrong
with the world and those who lead it
we just feel like we don't have the means
to rise above and beat it
so we keep waiting
waiting on the world to change
we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change
it's hard to beat the system
when we're standing at a distance
so we keep waiting
waiting on the world to change
now if we had the power
to bring our neighbors home from war
they would have never missed a Christmas
no more ribbons on their door
and when you trust your television
what you get is what you got
cause when they own the information, oh
they can bend it all they want
that's why we're waiting
waiting on the world to change
we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change
it's not that we don't care,
we just know that the fight ain't fair
so we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change
and we're still waiting
waiting on the world to change
we keep on waiting waiting on the world to change
one day our generation
is gonna rule the population
so we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change
Everything Falls Apart - Husker Du
“mucked” replaces profanity!
If I listened to the things that you said
everything would fall apart
If I did all the things that you do
everything could fall apart
Let's not listen to the things that they say
everything can fall apart
Let's think about our actions before we do them
everything will fall apart
I got nothing to do
You got nothing to say
Everything is so “mucked’ up
I guess it's natural that way.
Everything falls apart
If I did all the things that you do
everything could fall apart
If I listened to all the things that you told me
everything would fall apart
Let's think about our actions before we do them
everything will fall apart
If we do all the things as we say
everything can fall apart.
I got nothing to do
you got nothing to say
everything is so “mucked’ up
I guess it's natural that way
I got nothing to do
you got nothing to say
everything is so “mucked’ up
I guess we like it that way
Everybody look whats going down - Buffalo Springfield
American Woman - Lenny Kravitz
Im So Bored With the U.S.A - The Clash
Amerika - Rammstein
War- Edgar Winter
War Pigs - Black Sabbath
Just a few that can think of at moment
We are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned;
We are demons that hide in the mirror.
But the blood on our hands paints a picture exceedingly clear.
We are brimming with cumbersome, murderous greed,
And malevolence deep and profound.
We do unspeakable deeds, does our wickedness know any bounds?
Something's gone terribly wrong with everyone;
All the world is mad.
Darkness brings terrible things; the sun is gone-
What vanity! our sad, wretched fires.
We can't medicate man to perfection again;
We can't legislate peace in our hearts.
We can't educate sin from our souls, it's been there from the start.
But the blind lead the blind into bottomless pits,
Still we smile and deny that we're cursed.
But of all our iniquities ignorance may be the worst.
Oh, what little light we have!
It only serves to show
The snares and seeds of wrath
We have already sewn on every path.