ALL THE TIME
cheat all the time
just for the rich it ain't no crime
the laws are on their side
they own whoever they bribe...
all the time
it's as american as apple pie
because once you've made it inside
the rules no longer apply
BR: we insist all
the time, pound our fists all the time
shake things, and
break things, and rant all the time...
people promise all
they'll look you right in the eye
then tell you lie after lie
there's no truth they won't deny...
pray all the time
hoping god will choose their side
as if we're not all along for the ride
i guess some folks just got to be right...
follow all the time
easily ceding their lives
transfixed and out of their minds
never stopping to wonder why...
on a nameless
highway, just another car
miles from nowhere as the night
all the exit ramps are closed
there's no reception on the radio...
everyone's a stranger, every car it's own world
moving for the sake of motion
down a road that never ends
only my thoughts compete with the silence...
BR: the hours last forever, the isolation only grows...
only passing, never knowing
a caravan of ghosts
driving towards the sun
night fades and is soon forgotten...
LIVE OUT LOUD
full of ins and outs, ups and downs
it's enough to spin your
life is full of thoughts untold, being put on
of wondering what the hell is going on
life is full of the dull and gray, of having nothing to say
questioning every step we take along the way
life is full of fear and doubt, losing ground
of wondering what it takes to live out loud...
all of us two, we're all of us torn
we're none of us whole,
but rather fragile and worn
adrift on the wind from the day
we were born...
we're all of us rain, we're all of us sun
we're none of us all, we're all of us none
we're not who we were, nor who we will become...
THE ISM SONG
optimism, everybody's got an ism
hinduism, atheism, judaism,
voodooism, everybody's got an ism...
sexism, cynicism, everybody's
got an ism
despotism, nepotism, fatalism, nihilism, everybody's
got an ism...
the darwinist and creationist, the cubist and
believe they make all the pieces fit...
racism, classism, everybody's got an ism
capitalism, communism, fascism, socialism, everybody's got an ism...
stoicism, egoism, everybody's got an ism
this ism, that ism, my ism, your ism, everybody's got an ism...
the liberal and conservative, immigrant and nativist
they see the world for what it is...
been wondering of late, you see i've been thinking
maybe i need more sleep
it's not that i feel deprived, it's
more that i
i just like to dream...
i've been bewildered, words and deeds don't seem to matter anymore
as far as i can tell
i care? should i invest myself?
and if i do nothing, is it
just as well?
BR: think i'll smoke me some grass, and take
me some nap...
i've bben watching way too much, too much
it's made a zombie out of me
merry melodies and loony tunes have become
at least to me - reality...
i've just arrived,
and yet i feel like i want to leave
and that's no way, no
way to be
i'm forgetful, all the little things just seem
then disappear all together...
OKAY BY ME
by me, yeah it's okay by me
but is it okay by you?
tell no lies, but i don't recognize you
something in your
eyes seems familiar
perhaps we've met...i forget...
when reailty is in doubt, tell me how it all comes together
and if it never makes much sense, tell me when does it get better
i've become a stranger to myself...
am i not who i used to be?
does my face define
who i must be?
and am i not more than meets the eye?
are not my thoughts of my own mind?
the world seems the same, the game does not change
move through their lives, but i
i'm left behind to try and
man it's been
such a long long time
it's good to see you alive and well
man this takes me back
walking around the five and dime
thinking about all the stuff
we'd buy if we could
if only we could...
whatever became of that old bike of yours?
the one your brother rode into the lake?
i can still see the look on your face
bikes were like freedom back in the day
we knew every street
and alley way of that whole town
our home town...
BR: we played baseball on every field
snuck into movies rated M
held epic games
we were still fighting the nazi's then...
can you believe how long ago that was?
don't it feel like another life?
man a lot
just in case another 50 years goes by
i just want you to know that i've
always remembered you...
SPACE AGE KIDS
age kids never followed through
their hopes and dreams were
left on the moon
nothing changed, no wish came true...
the space age kids no longer look to the stars
the unforeseen tore their future apart
ends the moment it starts...
BR: an ache in the bones is
whatever light once shined continues to dim
the space age kids and what might have been...
the promise of youth often slips away
best laid plan often goes astray
a generation lost in space...
INTO THE BLUE TWO
i came out of, then into the blue
i'm a ghost
easily seen right through
and i'm a traveller just soaking
in the view
i come out of, then into the blue...
i was, now i am, then i will be
ah the end! the end is yet to be seen
when it comes exactly what it will mean
i was, now i am,
then i will be...
the wind brings the world to my door
the sunshine, the gray, and the storm
voices fading, voices raging within the roar
wind brings the world to my door...
her own shadow and trembles at the passing of time
from the wind like she's running for her life
at a whisper, a prisoner of her own mind
and she don't wanna
know what she already knows
pantophobia won't let her go...
she dreads the rain and hides from the clouds in the sky
she shrinks from the light and flees from the coming of night
broken by the thought that something just ain't right
and she don't wanna know what she already knows
pantophobia won't let het go...
open up the borders, legalize all the drugs
declare god unknowable
but welcome should he come
pry all the guns from all those
cold, dead hands
empty all the prisons all across the land...
yippee yi yo, yippee yi ya, i'm a crazy liberal in the good old usa
let's retire all the white folks who've ran things all along
give'em pipes for puffin and porches for sittin on
tax all the zillionaires until they start to bleed
give land back to the indians to do with as they please
yi yo, yippee yi ya, i'm a crazy liberal in the good old usa