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From Musical Estoppel:<\/strong><\/h2>\n

Hope for Better Days<\/strong><\/h4>\n

Scared for the future, haunted by the past,
\nHow long can this cycle, possible last.<\/p>\n

What’s the point in going over it again,
\nTalking in circles coming to the same end,
\nThere’s no resolution, there’ll be no piece of mind,
\nSo turn off the news before I start to cry.<\/p>\n

If we can’t go back in time,
\nSave the world maybe change some minds
\nWe’ll say we gave it the old college try but, its gone, its gone, its gone.<\/p>\n

Sad for the Children, angry at all the rest,
\nHow do we even begin to make amends.<\/p>\n

What’s the point in believing all their lies,
\nThese empty suits they are vultures in disguise,
\nThere’s no getting through to the greed they have inside,
\nThere’s no compromise so why even try.<\/p>\n

So now we start to get back up and ride,
\nLook to the sun in the early morning sky,<\/p>\n

All is not lost it’s not over with my friends,
\nThere is still a way to go before we reach our grizzly end,
\nLook to the future and have a little faith,
\nLive in the present and Hope for Better Days.<\/p>\n

When the Sun Came out<\/strong><\/h4>\n

When the sun came out, it came out for me,
\nWhen the sun came out, it came out you’ll see,
\nWhen the light shined down, so wonderfully,
\nWhen the sun came out, it came out for me.<\/p>\n

I have a face that will refuse to hide,
\nShow you the truth that I hold deep inside,
\nTake it away, I don’t want to see it anymore,
\nTake it away, I don’t care to settle the score, oh no.<\/p>\n

When the noise died down, there was just me,
\nWhen the noise died down, I had something to be,
\nWhen I looked around, I had something to see,
\nWhen the noise died down, there was just me.<\/p>\n

Shine a light, shine a light it’s better than being stoned,
\nAll my life, all my life thinking I did something wrong,
\nNow’s the time, now’s the time for being out on my own,
\nShine a light, shine a light, it’s better than being alone.<\/p>\n

I like being alone, I like being stoned.<\/p>\n

Nothing In Between<\/strong><\/h4>\n

Drifting through my middle ages,
\nTrying to escape the tiny cages,
\nMortgage bills and dead end jobs,
\nWe’ve all been struggling for too long.<\/p>\n

If you stumble you will fall,
\nOne mistake and you lose it all,
\nCan’t afford to get behind,
\nNo one left to loan you in kind.<\/p>\n

Love to live, live to love,
\nI feel nothing from a power above,
\nFalling into a back hole,
\nHands growing weak and getting old.<\/p>\n

The situation is dire,
\nNo, you will never retire,
\nYou’ll work until the day you die,
\nWhen you’re down on your knees, there’s no securities,
\nThere is only rich and poor and nothing in between.<\/p>\n

Nothing in Between,
\nWhat little hope is gone.<\/p>\n

What We All Got Coming<\/strong><\/h4>\n

Wasting time again, looking for a new friend,
\nGot nowhere to go, got nothing to show for it.<\/p>\n

I fought an eye for an eye,
\nLooking up into the sky,
\nI brought the hammer down,
\nOnly to be called a clown.<\/p>\n

I never wanted a thing, I just wanted sing,
\nIt didn’t matter anyway,
\nAt the end of the day, all I wanted to say,
\nIs I just keep thinking about.<\/p>\n

What we all got coming,
\nWhat we all got coming around.<\/p>\n

Drifting inside my head, feeling a little misled,
\nI try to scream and shout, nothing will come out.<\/p>\n

I tried again to explain,
\nThe words just came out the same,
\nI said nothing new, could not get through to you.<\/p>\n

It’s hard to look, hard to look the other way,
\nWhen you’re staring at your own face,
\nSo what’ll it be, are you ready to see,
\nJust what’s inside.<\/p>\n

Do you see the light, try as you might,
\nWake up it’s not a dream, I know you want to scream,
\nThere deep inside, I know that you will find,
\nThe answers that are true, the person that is you.<\/p>\n

So Try.<\/p>\n

Do and Die<\/strong><\/h4>\n

They’re going to build an army, an army of theirs sons,
\nAt the tip of the spear, forcing their views on everyone,
\nRighteous defenders of some cause,
\nCutting down the enemies to their supposed God.<\/p>\n

It’s not yours to wonder why, it’s yours to Do and Die,
\nWhat else can they do, to put the fear of God in you.<\/p>\n

No one questions the hand,
\nThat holds the knife at the neck of the lamb,
\nThere’ll be no debates, no subversions, no escape.<\/p>\n

If you dare to wonder why,
\nRemember it’s an eye for an eye.<\/p>\n

They’re going to build a fortress, in the mountains of Idaho,
\nTell all the hippies and Indians, it’s time to go,
\nI wish that I was making it up,
\nThey’ve all been drinking cool aid from a poison cup.<\/p>\n

We’re going to throw a party, we’ll invite everyone,
\nWe’ll celebrate the Earth the moon the stars and our Sun,
\nWe’ll show them there’s a better way,
\nThan carrying hatred in some lonely heart today.<\/p>\n

Yes it’s yours to wonder why, no one has to die,
\nWhat else can we say, to make a brighter world today.<\/p>\n

Buffy CBC<\/strong><\/h4>\n

She said she was Cree, miss Buffy Saint Marie,
\nSaid she was stolen from Indian land,
\nWe know it’s all lies, through the tears in our eyes,
\nShe’s just another white girl in a band.<\/p>\n

Just another white girl in a band,
\nDoing and saying anything she can.<\/p>\n

The people in Stoneham, who really know who you are,
\nStill can’t believe that’d you take your lies so far,
\nThere you were for everyone to see,
\nDressed like an Indian, grifting on Sesame Street.<\/p>\n

Just another white girl in a band,
\nJust another pretend Indian.<\/p>\n

Did you really think, no one would find out,
\nAll the pride and joy, turned to shame and doubt,
\nOver Buffy.<\/p>\n

Now here you are, for all the world to see,
\nAll your lies exposed by the CBC,
\nYou were never abandoned, you were never stolen away,
\nYet, your story keeps changing to this very day.<\/p>\n

Donny Six Times<\/strong><\/h4>\n

They call him Donny Six Times,
\nTalking up his shoe shine,
\nWhen never the thought occurred,
\nDoing real harm, take you by the strong arm,
\nTreat you like it’s Animal Farm, where only comb overs survive<\/p>\n

Our only thing in common, our Dad’s names were Fred,
\nI can tell you what, mine never gave me that much bread, oh no,
\nFour hundred million dollars, more or less,
\nWhat’d you do with the money Donny, let me take a best guest.<\/p>\n

You’re lying, you’re cheating, you’re stealing and deceiving,
\nEverybody knows, knows the funny reasons,
\nYou’re nothing but a fraud, just like your hair,
\nYour daddy didn’t love you and you’re momma didn’t care.<\/p>\n

Who owns who’s in the Epstein files.<\/p>\n

Yeah, what you going to do when they lock you up,
\nThrow away the key, everybody’s through with you,
\nYeah, what you going to do, when you’re out of cash,
\nIt will be you ass, you’ll know you’re through<\/p>\n

All you’ve ever known, is living a lie,
\nSee it in your face, see it in your vacant eyes,
\nNobody loves you, nobody cares,
\nAll you got to show is your bad combed over hair<\/p>\n

When you’re out of lies and there’s nothing to say, Will you walk away?
\nWhen you’re out of lies and there’s nothing to say, that’ll be the day,
\nLook to the sky, tear in you eye, will you feel the shame,
\nOpen your eyes, no more disguise, will you go away?<\/p>\n

The Day I Broke Away<\/strong><\/h4>\n

Sunday Morning, no one’s awake,
\nHere’s the chance I have to take,
\nPull on my boots and slip out the door,
\nI can’t stand to be here anymore.<\/p>\n

Stuck inside, nowhere to hide, spring is going to come going to play outside,
\nThe snow is piled high and deep in my mind, I’ll be outside I’ll be chipping the ice,
\nStuck outside, I’m a little high, won’t go back in I can hear then fight,
\nStuck inside, stuck in my mind, I’ll be outside pretending I’m fine.<\/p>\n

Will you let you play, just one more time,
\nWill you be there for me, dear friend of mine,
\nWill you let me play just one last time,
\nWill you be there for me, to ease my mind.<\/p>\n

A trouble mind drifts so far way,
\nMy troubled mind it’s just here to stay,
\nToo many years of silence, so much more to say,
\nSo let me take you back, to the day I broke away.<\/p>\n

Walking downhill, in fresh fallen snow,
\nDon’t know where I’ll be welcome to go,
\nThe change in my pocket is the only sound,
\nThere is no one else around.<\/p>\n

The Day I broke away,
\nI Thought it’d be a sunny day<\/p>\n

More than I could take,
\nI had to go away,
\nThe cycle had to break
\nI Thought it’d be a sunny day<\/p>\n

From Super Fun Cleanup Site:<\/strong><\/h2>\n

Can’t Turn You On<\/strong><\/h4>\n

Ego Bursting in My head,
\nTried so hard my hands turned red,
\nBut I can’t turn you, I can’t turn you on.<\/p>\n

Wasting time just making this,
\nGrowing old just to pay for it,
\nBut I can’t turn you, I can’t turn you on.<\/p>\n

Maybe it was never meant to be,
\nAll the possibilities,
\nOf you and me, make it big together
\nForever and ever amen.<\/p>\n

Breathing Deep and feeling faint,
\nAll played out my heart gave way,
\nBut I can’t turn you, I can’t turn you on.<\/p>\n

Stuck inside a chorus here,
\nQuestioning the will to care,
\nBut I can’t turn you, I can’t turn you on.<\/p>\n

When Our Time Comes<\/strong><\/h4>\n

It’s not that we cling, desperately,
\nIt’s just our thing you know, we’re human beings,
\nShamelessly, try to make you see,
\nThat I’m hopelessly in love with you,
\nHopelessly in love it’s true.<\/p>\n

Come on baby let’s go out tonight, A walk in the square,
\nIf you think you’re feeling alright well, invite me up the stairs,
\nIn the morning we can say little things like I love you,
\nIf you want to go again well, there’s nothing in the world,
\nI would rather be doing than this, right here.<\/p>\n

You say to me without any doubts, tonight our hearts are young,
\nWill we still be strong, When our time comes?<\/p>\n

Embarrassing, I can hardly sing anything but these songs for you,
\nFatally, I must say, in every way, I would die for you,
\nHopelessly in love with you,
\nHopelessly in love it’s true,
\nBaby I would die for you.<\/p>\n

Come on baby grab a bite tonight, something we can share,
\nIf you think it’s feeling alright well, invite me up the stairs,
\nIn morning we can have little things like, toast and juice,
\nIf you want to go again well, there’s nothing in the world,
\nI would rather be doing than this, right here.<\/p>\n

Elon What’s the Frequency<\/strong><\/h4>\n

I slip into a daze as I drift past the ages, when everything just fell apart,
\nIf there is one thing I would like to hold onto, it’s the feeling of a fragile heart,
\nWorn on your sleeve, well its time to leave.<\/p>\n

It’s time to leave, it’s time to leave and go where nobody has gone before,
\nRight out the door, on channel four, on channel four.<\/p>\n

Sift through the sands of an hour glass left standing on a bare table made of old stone,
\nSmash it with you fist into a million pieces, it will only help for awhile,
\nA feeling so vile, like you’re on trial.<\/p>\n

Like you’re on trial, Like you’re on trial for the very soul of our brightest star,
\nWe’ve come so far, I’ll see you on Mars, see you on Mars.<\/p>\n

Rise up young minds in all your glory, you’ll deal the saving blow,
\nIf there is one thing you’ve go to let go of, the feeling that it’s all for show.<\/p>\n

Look out below, look out below and I’ll wave through the swirl of a red dust world,
\nIt’s outward we turn, its oh so absurd, oh so absurd.<\/p>\n

Two hundred<\/strong><\/h4>\n

You’ve got two hundred reasons, not to give up,
\nYou’ve got two hundred reasons, all to do with bad luck.<\/p>\n

I’ll guess you’ll be taking the long way around.<\/p>\n

I guess you really know, how to win,
\nSo come on baby, roll the dice again.<\/p>\n

I guess you could say you were lost and never found.
\nI guess you, you won’t be coming back around.<\/p>\n

Well go ahead and drive yourself into oblivion,
\nWell go ahead and see if I care,
\nGo ahead, get blasted, there is no way to move past it,
\nThis will be the last song for you.<\/p>\n

You got a double wide on the road, instantaneous box canyon abode,<\/p>\n

I guess you’ll be living where you can’t be found.<\/p>\n

Get on the road, feel your age, you’re dealt a hand, it’s aces and eights.<\/p>\n

I guess you could say you were lost and never found.
\nI guess you won’t be coming back around.<\/p>\n

Hand on a Gun<\/strong><\/h4>\n

A pocket of slugs, can feel the weight,
\nMaybe he doesn’t care, already sealed his fate,
\nIt’s getting warmer, he can feel the high,
\nEmbrace his fantasies, renew his denial.<\/p>\n

He’s got a little something for you baby, Promise you won’t tell,
\nNothing penetrates the static like a Hand on a Gun,
\nYou want to have some fun, just a gosh dang son of a gun,
\nHe’s gunning for you, he’s gunning for you.<\/p>\n

Pools of blood, I can see the faces,
\nThose who dared random times and places,
\nCan he feel no shame, running through his hands?
\nNothing to stop him now, from the task at hand.<\/p>\n

He’ll be bump stock rocking all over, he’ll put you in your place,
\nHe’ll be wearing a full metal jacket that says NRA, you ought to come our way,
\nJust the price we all have to pay, just to live free.<\/p>\n

He wants to live free with an AR-15.<\/p>\n

Paying in cash he’s a cold little sucker,
\nHe’s cold little sucker with a gun,
\nLying out his ass, he’s a stupid little sucker,
\nHe’s a stupid little sucker on the run with a gun,
\nIs this the price we all to pay, where everybody everyone we all get a gun,
\nIs this the price we all to pay, where everybody everyone we all lose a son.<\/p>\n

All My thoughts and I’ll pray, another bullet has gone astray,
\nI live for the day, the hippie liberals take your guns away.<\/p>\n

I bet you’ve never been here before, I bet you’ve only lied,
\nI bet you don’t know nothing about nothing, all Jekyll and Hide,
\nThe cyanide in you mind, now is about the time we say goodbye.<\/p>\n

Say goodbye.<\/p>\n

Father Joe<\/strong><\/h4>\n

Father Joe eyes Confirmation, a young boy in his early teens,
\nLooks a little like the last two, I think those boys live down on Blaine,
\nSorry if this gets uncomfortable, to sing along might feel weird too,
\nWhen it’s Cardinals and Coaches and bishops and kin,
\nYou know there is still much left to do.<\/p>\n

Father joe what’s wrong?
\nThe color has left your face,
\nNow that we all know, the true measure of your disgrace.<\/p>\n

Father Joe eyes his next transfer, to a town where nobody knows,
\nThe kinds of things he likes to do, when he can get you alone,
\nIt’s Cardinals and Coaches and bishops and kin, nobody seems to care,
\nDestroying young lives with their lust and and their lies,
\nWe look on in vacant stares.<\/p>\n

It’s shame shame shame shame on you,
\nWhen we rise up, we’ll rise up and your through,
\nPlay the blame game, the blame is all on you,
\nWhen we rise up, we’ll rise up and your through.<\/p>\n

Global Warning<\/strong><\/h4>\n

Just before the rains begin, and everything is burning down,
\nfloating in the Cali winds, angry words of a foolish clown,
\nYou don’t know the half of it, go get your rakes and brooms,
\nTell all the wild beasts and things it’s time to clean their rooms.<\/p>\n

Will it take a little girl from Sweden to save the world,
\nI’ll just keep on surfing hoping to ride that curl,
\nHow many Wallabies left, I think its less than ten,
\nHow can we ever hope to change the hearts of these evil men.<\/p>\n

Don’t look me, look at the science baby,
\nThe ancient philosophies all say its true,
\nThere is nothing left to do, what’s more to prove.<\/p>\n

Watching all the snow fly by, knowing it will melt to fast,
\nThe ebb and flow of the tides, that come in and last and last and last and last,
\nYou don’t know the half of it, Shanghai will be no more,
\nThey’re calling out the royal guards, I think they’re going to war.<\/p>\n

Silly Girl Love<\/strong><\/h4>\n

She don’t mind the rain,
\nShe’ll sit out in those puddles for half the day,
\nShe’s all wrapped up in a thick red coat,
\nThe rain is going to let up, she just has to wait it out.<\/p>\n

If you want some love today, she’ll be here for awhile,
\nIf you look into those big brown eyes, you’re sure to get a smile.<\/p>\n

Silly girl Love,
\nSilly girl, I love you.<\/p>\n

She’ll tear down the fences around you heart,
\nWith all of her little loves and charms,
\nShe’s a joker and pretty girl,
\nWe’re not exactly sure but she may be a princess too.<\/p>\n

I know it will never be the same,
\nI’ll miss all those silly games that we played,
\nIn our hearts we know that you’re OK,
\nI’ll see you again my friend, someday.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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