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Friday, 18 April 2014
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Listen BuOnG pUsO By Pillars Band


Lyrics

The Garbageman (Simpsons)

Homer: Who can take your trash out?
Stomp it down for you
Shake the plastic bag and do the twisty thingy too
The garbageman

Garbagemen: Oh yes the garbageman can
The garbage man can and he does it with a smile and never judges you

Marge: Who can take this diaper
Garbageman: I don't mind at all
Wiggum: Who can clean me up before the big policeman's ball
The garbageman
Garbagemen: oh yes the garbageman can

Band: The sanitation folks
Are jolly friendly blokes
Courteous and easy going
They mop up when you're owerflowing
And tell you when you**is showing

Various: Who can
Who can
Who can
Who can

All: The garbageman can
Bart: 'cause he's Homer Simpson man
All: He cleans the wooorrrld forrrr youuuuuuuu

Are You Out There? (Dar Williams)

Perhaps I am a miscreation
No one knows the truth there is no future here
And you're the DJ speaks to my insomnia
And laughs at all I have to fear
Laughs at all I have to fear
You always play the madmen poets
Vinyl vision grungy bands
You never know who's still awake
You never know who understands and

Are you out there, can you hear this?
Jimmy Olson, Johnny Memphis,
I was out here listening all the time
And though the static walls surround me
You were out there and you found me
I was out here listening all the time

Last night we drank in parking lots
And why do we drink? I guess we do it cause
And when I turned your station on
You sounded more familiar than that party was
You more familiar than that party
It's the first time I stayed up all night
It's getting light I hear the birds
I'm driving home on empty streets
I think I put my shirt on backwards

Are you out there, can you hear this
Jimmy Olson , Johnny Memphis
I was out here listening all the time
And though the static walls surround me
You were out there and you found me
I was out here listening all the time

And what's the future, who will choose it?
Politics of love and music
Underdogs who turn the tables
Indie versus major labels
There's so much to see through
Like our parents do more drugs than we do
Oh....

Corporate parents, corporate towns
I know every TV set that has them lit
They preach that I should save the world
They pray that I won't do a better job of it
Pray that I won't do a better job
So tonight I turned your station on just so I'd be understood
Instead another voice said I was just too late
And just no good....

Calling Olson, Calling Memphis
I am calling, can you hear this?
I was out here listening all the time
And I will write this down
and then I will not be alone again yeah
I was out here listening
Oh yeah I was out here listening
Oh yeah I am out here listening all the time

Done A Lot Of Things Different (Kenny Chesney)

I'd spend a lot more time
In the pouring rain without an umbrella ...
Covering my head.
And I'd stood up to that bully
When he pushed and called me names...
But I was too afraid.
And I'd a gone on and saw Elvis
That night he came to town...
But mama said I couldn't.
And I'd a went skinny dipping with Jenny Carson
That time she dared me to...
But I didn't.
Oh I, I'd Done A Lot Of Things Different


I wished I'd a spent more time
With my dad when he was alive..
Now I don't have the chance.
I wish I had told my brother,
How much I loved him before
He went off to war...
But I just shook his hand.
And I wish I had gone to church
On Sunday morning when my grandma begged me to...
But I was afraid of God.
And I wish I would've listened when they said Boy, you're gonna wish you hadn't...
But I wouldn't.
Oh I, I'd Done A Lot Of Things Different.


People say they wouldn't change a thing,
Even if they could...
Oh but I would.


There was this red dress she wanted one time
So bad she could taste it.
I should've bought it...
But I didn't.
She wanted to paint our bedroom yellow
And trim it blues and greens...
But I wouldn't let her,
Wouldn't a hurt nuthin.
She loved to be held and kissed and touched...
But I didn't do it, not nearly enough.
And if I'd a known that dance
Was going to be our last dance...
I'd have asked that band to play on & on & on.
Oh I, I'd Done A Lot Of Things Different.


People say they wouldn't change a thing,
Even if they could...
Oh but I would.


Ohhhhh... Oh I,
I'd Done A Lot Of Things Different.
Oh I, I'd Done A Lot Of Things...

I think we'd all
Do A Lot Of Things Different.

To Be Myself Completely (Belle And Sebastian)

Well my heart has fallen down
Thought I’d talked myself around
But to be myself completely I’ve just got to let you down

Well I knew I’d say goodbye
Though it’s not my time to cry
And forever and for no one I will let it all go by
And to be myself completely I’ve just got to say goodbye
Z-list star in a hundred grand garrett
The ladies say ‘Hey baby, you’ve earned it!’
I’m not so sure, I toured the land
You could call it work if you count the band
Still your voice calls out to me
Escort me to the harmony
I’m not sure what I will be
Find me in a bitter sweet hello

Well my heart has fallen down
Thought I’d talked myself around
Though we say goodbye and wonder
What’s to know and who’s to blame
But to be myself completely I will love you just the same

Liar (Megadeth)

You take great pride in never having lived up to anything
Lie, steal, cheat and kill, a real bad guy
Your daddy is a wino, and your mommy is quite insane
From alter boy to sewer rat, you don't give a damn
Your sister is a junkie, gets "it" any way she can
Your brother's a** singer in a stud leather band
Your girlfriend's got herpes to go with your hep and AIDS
There ain't one person you know you ain't ripped off yet.

Look deep in the mirror, look deep into its eyes
Your face is replaced, a creature you despise
but I know what you're made of, it ain't much I'm afraid
I know you'll be lying until you dying day

Make up your stories, truth's so hard to say
Brain is numb and your tongue will surely dig your grave
Your mind is sickly from Alzheimer's Disease
And decadence and debauchery killed your memories

You're a liar, liar, liar, everyone can see
Liar, liar, [liar,] it's all you'll ever be
Liar, liar, liar, it's what you mean to me
Liar, liar, lies...

Start trouble, spread pain
Piss and venom, in your veins
Talk nasty, breathe fire
Smell rotten, you're a liar
Sweat liquor, breathe snot
Eat garbage, spit blood
Diseased, health hazard
Scum bag, filthy bastard
Greasy face, teeth decay
Hair matted, drunk all day
Abscessed, sunken veins
Rot gut, scrambled brain
Steal money, crash cars
Rob jewelry, hock guitars
Rot in hell, it's time you know
To your master, off you go
You're a liar
A ** liar
Filthy liar
Liar
You ** liar
Liar

Joe's Garage (Frank Zappa)

Central Scrutinizer:
We take you now to a garage in Canoga Park

Larry:
(It makes its own sauce . . . if you add water)

Joe:
It wasn't very large
There was just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the Dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign on the front said
"Fender Champ"
And a second-hand guitar
It was a Stratocaster with a whammy bar

Larry:
We could jam in Joe's Garage
His mama was screamin'
His dad was mad
We was playin' the same old song
In the afternoon 'n sometimes we would
Play it all night long
It was all we knew, 'n easy too
So we wouldn't get it wrong
All we did was bend the string like . . .

Hey!
Down in Joe's Garage
We didn't have no dope or LSD
But a coupla quartsa beer
Would fix it so the intonation
Would not offend yer ear
And the same old chords goin' over 'n over
Became a symphony
We could play it again 'n again 'n again
Cause it sounded good to me
ONE MORE TIME!

We could jam in Joe's Garage
His mama was screamin',
"TURN IT DOWN!"
We was playin' the same old song
In the afternoon 'n sometimes we would
Play it all night long
It was all we knew, 'n easy too
So we wouldn't get it wrong
Even if you played it on a saxophone

We thought we was pretty good
We talked about keepin' the band together
'N we figured that we should
'Cause about this time we was gettin' the eye
From the girls in the neighborhood
They'd all come over 'n dance around like . . .

So we picked out a stupid name
Had some cards printed up for a coupla bucks
'N we was on our way to fame
Got matching suits
'N Beatle Boots
'N a sign on the back of the car
'N we was ready to work in a GO-GO Bar
ONE TWO THREE FOUR
LET'S SEE IF YOU'VE GOT SOME MORE!

People seemed to like our song
They got up 'n danced 'n made a lotta noise
An' it wasn't 'fore very long
A guy from a company we can't name
Said we oughta take his pen
'N sign on the line for a real good time
But he didn't tell us when
These "good times" would be somethin'
That was really happenin'
So the band broke up
An' it looks like
We will never play again . . .

Joe:
Guess you only get one chance in life
To play a song that goes like . . .

Mrs. Borg:
Turn it down!
Turn it DOWN!
I have children sleeping here . . .
Don't you boys know any nice songs?

Joe:
Well the years was rollin' by
Heavy Metal 'n Glitter Rock
Had caught the public eye
Snotty boys with lipstick on
Was really flyin' high
'N then they got that Disco thing
'N New Wave came along
'N all of a sudden I thought the time
Had come for that old song
We used to play in "Joe's Garage"
And if I am not wrong
You will soon be dancin' to the . . .

Central Scrutinizer:
The WHITE ZONE is for loading and unloading only. If you gotta load or unload, go to the WHITE ZONE . . .

Joe:
I said the years was rollin' by, yeah
The years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
I'm calling THE POLICE!

Joe:
So the years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
I did it!

Joe:
So the years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
They'll be here . . . shortly!

Joe:
By, by, the years was rollin' by . . .

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police . . .

Mrs. Borg:
I'm not joking around anymore!

Officer Butzis:
Come out!
We have the garage surrounded

Joe:
The years was rollin' by . . .

Officer Butzis:
Give yourself up
We will not harm you
Or hurt you, neither

Joe:
I said the years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
You'll see now!
There they are, they're coming!

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police
Give yourself up
We will not harm you

Joe:
The years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
Listen to that mess, would you!

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police
Give yourself up
We have the garage surrounded

Mrs. Borg:
Every day this goes on around here!

Joe:
The years was rollin' by . . .

Officer Butzis:
We will not harm you
Or maim you
(SWAT Team 4, move in!)

Joe:
The years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
He used to cut my grass . . .
He was a very nice boy . . .

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police
Come out with your hands up

Central Scrutinizer:
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER . . .
That was Joe's first confrontation with The Law.
Naturally, we were easy on him.
One of our friendly counselors gave him
A do-nut . . . and told him to
Stick closer to church-oriented social activities.

The Drinking Song (Moxy Fruvous)

And the band played on as the helicopters whirred.
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn, my senses finally blurred.

He was a rock, to the end, a solid reminder,
Couldn't deny a friend.
We lived in the noise and the sweet amber poison,
Peeking up the skirt of the end.
And we'd drink two gnarly dudes and some records.
Much like plates of black food,
We filled up our faces, saw some far places,
Stood on the roof in the **.

And the band played on as the helicopters whirred.
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn, my senses finally blurred.

Between poles, he said We're like cows in the grass,
Brushing off flies.
Chaise lounging around, standing up, falling down,
Till we no longer opened our eyes.
And we'd drink.
Ever notice how drinking's like war?
Cup o' troops o'er the gums
To the end of our health, a campaign 'gainst myself
armed with bourbons and scotches and rum.

And the band played on as the helicopters whirred.
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn, my senses finally blurred.

Think of bombs.
We're poised on the edge of disaster.
Whether it's right or it's wrong.
We opened the window,
Played some nintendo,
Sang a few bars of some pretty old song
'Irene good night, Irene good night
Good night, Irene. Good night, Irene.
I'll see you in my dreams.'

Oh to dream.
Those impotent bones of extinction.
Flying graceful and free.
None but the best cause the man cannot rest,
Till he's finally beaten his me.

And the band played on as the helicopters whirred.
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn, my senses finally blurred.

Till the end, he passed out on the sundeck that morning.
Quietly saying good bye,
But I was so hammered I sputtered and stammered.
Told him he couldn't just die.
He was rock, went straight for his own armageddon.
Face froze in a grin.
Ambulance flying in
I never drank again
Can't really call that a loss or a win

And the band played on as the helicopters whirred.
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn, my senses finally blurred.

Lowlands (Dream Academy)

The low pressure band had broken up but not let go
As holy stormy Monday broke out on the streets below
If not to hear your voice is still the thing I can't replace
Somehow I can always see your face

In the lowlands

I rise up in the evening and rebuild a heart of stone
All around the border where your memories have grown
'Til someone told me don't you know there is no hiding place
Not until you meet it face to face

In the lowlands
On the battlefield
In the lowlands
In the lowlands
In the lowlands
In the rain
On the street
In all the places
Where we used to meet

I can see a big bright continent
Where fear does not exist
Where you could walk away from me
And I would not resist
And I won't be coming back again
To see where we went wrong
Never more to hear your siren song

And you may not find your hiding place
Not until you meet it
Face to face to face
The low pressure band had broken up, but not let go
As holy stormy Monday broke out on the streets below
In the lowlands

Music Man (Master Ace)




Muuuuuuuusic!

The music man (Repeat 4x)

I am the man but I'm not the one with the can in his hand
I'm down with a different kind of street band
And I appear from place to place as the Music Man AKA Master Ace
Stacks of flyers are pressed up
All the part people are home getting dressed up
Just to hear the sound of the underground
Fusion and the bass like thunder pounds
And so they pack the show just to see
He who claims to be the Music Man

The music man (Repeat 4x)

It's about time for the music man to rip
First I take a sip, then I like grip
The crowd tight into my hand with the loud
Intro, then throw lyrics from a cloud like Zeus
I'm the one to get the ladies loose
Baby, you just got seduced and juiced
By the Master Ace, I'm not a villian from a place
In the West, that was just the was I was dressed
And so, looking for lust I stand
I got girls, but I would never bring sand to the beach
Each and every person give a hand
And swing with the capital A, the Music Man

The music man (Repeat 3x)

I bet you thought the Music Man would take a short
I fought tooth and nail to prevail in this sport
So lend me your ears, my peers because here's
Who doesn't fear another because fear's
In the mind, so don't try to scare because you might find
A chair thrust upon your back with the wack
So there, I put you in your place with haste
Now flee, cause now you can't be Master Ace, the Music Man

The music man (Repeat 8x)

I'm here to reach the youth
The only way that I can to that is to teach the truth, so I do
Some used to diss and dismiss this
But then many of those small minds grew
To understand the mission of the Music Man
I know the time, and I clock dough so I'm grand
But I'm not a father, no I'm more like the sun
Shining down on every single one
So run, run and tell em all
Yell it from a wall, the Music Man will never fall
Or fail, raps tip the scale to get you hot and
I wear cotton, I don't bail
Or pick, I like to kick raps, hape, you have none
So quit, gather round, hear the sound of the man
Cause I can, yes you know I can, yes I can can
Satisfy with the fly display, this may dismay
But I am, the Music Man, yeah I'm the Music Man

The music man (Repeat 4x)

I Hope Heaven Has A Honky Tonk (Tracy Lawrence)

I was raised in a Christian home
On Bible readin gospel songs
Church doors opened up you'd see my face
Sundays twice, Weds too, I'd take my seat on the front row pew,
Singing Rock of Ages and Amazing Grace

Preacher said heavens the place to go
With pearly gates and streets of gold
I guess for the preacher thats alright
But I hope heavens another story
With a good ole boy bound for glory
A little bit like of texas on a saturday nite

Chorus
And I hope heaven has a honky tonk
With a 5 pc band,
Cowboy boots,and bluejeans are part of the master plan
And I hope Hanks on the juke box, Bob Wills has a fiddle in his hand
And I hope heaven has a honky tonk with a 5 piece band


I hope those hardwood floors are just like glass
The girls I ask wanna dance
And each and every waitress is divine
I hope that mean old bouncers got a big halo
Those neon lights will always glow
They ain't never heard of closing time

Repeat Chorus|Repeat Chorus


I hope heaven has a honky tonk with a 5 pc band


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