Keep on Rockin in the Free World

[Charles]

Ordinary People

Neil Young

Two out of work models and a fashion slave try to dance away the Michelob Night
The bartender poured himself another drink, while two drunks sat watchin' the fight
The champ went down, then he got up again, and then he went out like a light
He was fightin' for the people
But his timing wasn't right, for las vegas people
Who came to see a las vegas fight, high rollin' people

In a dusty town a clock struck high noon, two men stood face to face
One wore black and one wore white, but of fear there wasn't a trace
Two hundred years later two hot rods drag through the very same place
And a half a million people
Moved in to pick up the pace, a factory full of people
Makin' parts to go to outer space, a train load of people
They were aimin' for another place, out of town people

There's a man in the window with a big cigar, says everything's for sale
The house and the boat and the railroad car, the owner's gotta go to jail
He acquired these things from a life of crime, now he's selling them to raise his bail
He was rippin' off the people
Sellin' guns to the underground, tryin' to help the people
Lose their ass for a piece of ground, rippin' off the people
Skimmin' the top when there was no one around, tryin' to help the people

He was dealing antiques in a hardware store but he sure had a lot to hide
He had a back-room full of the guns of war and a ton of ammunition besides
Well, he walked with a cane, kept a bolt on the door with five pit bulls inside
Just a warning to the people
Who might try to break in at night, protection from the people
Selling safety in the darkest night, tryin' to help the people
Get the drugs to the street all right, ordinary people

Well, it's hard to say where a man goes wrong, might be here and it might be there
What starts out weak might get too strong, if you can't tell foul from fair
But it's hard to judge from an angry throng of hands stretched into the air
The vigilante people
Takin' law into their own hands, conscientious people
Crackin' down on the drug-lord's land, government people
Confiscatin' all the dealer's land, patch-of-ground people

Down at the factory, they're puttin' new windows in
The vandals made a mess of things, and the homeless just walked right in
Well, they worked here once, and they live here now, but they might work here again
They're ordinary people
And they're livin' in a nightmare, hard workin' people
And they don't know how they go there, ordinary people
And they think that you don't care, hard workin' people

Down on the assembly line, they keep puttin' the same thing out
But the people today, they just ain't buyin', nobody can figure it out
Well, they try like hell to build a quality end, they're workin' hard without a doubt
They're ordinary people
And the dollar's what it's all about, hard workin' people
But the customers are walkin' out, lee iacocca people
Yeah, they look but they just don't buy, hard workin' people

Two out of work models and a fashion slave try to dance away the Michelob Night
The bartender poured himself another drink, while two drunks sat watchin' the fight
The champ went down, then he got up again, and then he went out like a light
He was fightin' for the people
But his timing wasn't right, for las vegas people
Who came to see a las vegas fight, high rollin' people
Takin' limos though the neon night, fightin' for the people

And then a new Rolls Royce and a company car they went flyin' down the street
Each one tryin' to make it to the gate before employees manned the fleet
The trucks full of products for the modern home, set to roll out into the street
Of downtown people
Tryin' to make their way to work, nose-to-the-stone people
Some are saints, and some are jerks, hard workin' people
Stoppin' for a drink on the way to work, alcoholic people
Yeah yeah, they're takin' it one day, one day at a time

Out on the railroad track, they're cleanin' up number nine
They're scrubbin' the boiler down, well, she really is lookin' fine
Awe, she's lookin' so good, they're gonna bring her back on line
Ordinary people
They're gonna bring the good things back, nose-to-the stone people
Put the business back on track, ordinary people
I got faith in the regular kind, hard workin' people
Patch-of-ground people

[Charles]

Straighten Out

Stranglers


The break of day has come, I see the cracks have just begun
To line the walls, line the walls
I want to see the little girls and boys destroy their toys
And line the walls, line the walls
What a fate for little girls
British boys minds in a whirl
Tell you things that'll make your curls
Straighten out, straighten out
Straighten out, straighten out
I'm twenty years or more, just tell me what we're living for
So tell me now, tell me now
Frustrated intellect, the government capitulation
Follows now, follows now
What a fate for little girls
British boys minds in a whirl
Tell you things that'll make your curls
Straighten out, straighten out
Straighten out, straighten out
The break of day has come, I see the cracks have just begun
To line the walls, line the walls
I want to see the little girls and boys destroy their toys
And line the walls, line the walls
What a fate for little girls
British boys minds in a whirl
Tell you things that'll make your curls
Straighten out, straighten out
Straighten out, straighten out
Straighten out, straighten out
Straighten out, straighten out

[Charles]

Iggy and the Stooges

Well it's 1969, okay
All across the USA
It's another year
For me and you
Another year
With nothing to do

Last year I was 21
I didn't have a lot of fun
And now I'm gonna be 22
I say oh my and a boo hoo
And now I'm gonna be 22
I say oh my and a boo hoo

It's 1969 okay
All across the USA
It's another year
For me and you
Another year
With nothing to do
Another year
With nothing to do
It's 1969

[Charles]

Strange Little Girl

Stranglers

One day you see a strange little girl look at you
One day you see a strange little girl feeling blue

She'd run to the town one day
Leaving home and her country fair
Just beware
When you're there
Strange little girl

She didn't know how to live in a town that was rough
It didn't take long before she knew she'd had enough
Walking home in her wrapped up world
She survived but she's feeling old
And she found all things cold

Strange little girl
Where are you going?
Strange little girl
Where are you going?
Do you know where you could be going?

Walking home in her wrapped up world
She survived but she's feeling old
'Cause she found all things cold

Strange little girl
Where are you going?
Strange little girl
Where are you going?
Do you know where you could be going?
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[Charles]

"When I hear the word culture, I reach for my revolver" is often attributed to Hermann Göring, but it actually originates from Hanns Johst, a German playwright and poet, from his Nazi-propaganda play Schlageter. The original German line translates to "Whenever I hear 'Culture', I unlock the safety catch on my Browning [pistol]"
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hanns_Johst#:~:text=SCHLAGETER:%20What%20a%20thing%20to,I%20Reach%20for%20My%20Gun.

It sounds like something Steven Miller would say, but physically, he reminds me more of Goebbels.

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[Charles]

This Corrosion

Sisters of Mercy

Hey hey hey ye hey now no now now
Hey hey hey ye hey now no now now
Hey hey hey ye hey now no now now
Gimme the ring, kissed and told
Gimme something that I missed (gimme the ring)
A hand to hold, wild and what it seems (gimme the ring)
Kill the king with love is the law
And then we'll turn round (gimme the ring)
Gimme dream child
And do you hear me call? (Gimme the ring)
On the loan and on the level
Still on the floor (gimme the ring)
Sing dream child
And do you hear at all?
Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now
Hey
Hey hey
Hey
Hey hey
Ooh ooh ooh (hey hey)
Ooh ooh ooh (hey hey)
Hey now, hey now now now
Hey hey hey ye hey now no now now
Hey hey hey ye hey now no now now
Gimme siren, child and do you hear me?
Gimme siren, child, and do you hear me call?
Sing, child, of right and wrong
Gimme things that don't last long
Gimme siren, child, and do you hear me call?
Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now
On days like this
In times like these
I feel an animal deep inside
Heel to haunch on bended knees
Living on if and if I tried
Somebody send me please
Dream wars and a ticket to seem
Giving out and in
Selling the don't belong
Well, what do you say
D'you have a word for giving away?
Got a song for me?
Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing
Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now
I got nothing to say I ain't said before
I bled all I can, I won't bleed no more
I don't need no one to understand
Why the blood run hold
The hired hand
On heart
Hand of god
Flood land and driven apart
Run cold (hey now, hey now now)
Turn
Cold, burn like a healing hand
Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me (like a healing hand)
Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me (like a healing hand)
Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me (like a healing hand)
Hey now, hey now now (like a healing hand)

[Charles]

Corruption

Iggy Pop

From the drip drip drip of the teardrops
To the chink chink chink of the cash
To the end end end of the friendships
To the wack wack wack of the bash
Corruption corruption corruption
Rules my soul
Corruption corruption corruption
Rules my soul

From the tick tick tick of your time's up
To the yes yes yes of 'I'll sell'
From the fact fact fact of the souless
To the pact pact pact with hell
Corruption corruption corruption
Rules my soul
Corruption corruption corruption
Chills my bones
Corruption corruption corruption
Rules my soul
Corruption corruption corruption
Chills my bones

From the scream scream scream of the babies
To the retch retch retch of the youth
From the lie lie lie of the righteous
To the lost lost lost way I feel
Corruption corruption corruption
Rules my bones
Corruption corruption corruption
Chills my bones
Corruption corruption corruption
Rules my soul
Corruption corruption corruption
Rules my soul
Corruption
Corruption

Order in the court
Decision to abort
The monkey wants to speak
So speak, monkey speak
Speak monkey, speak
Speak monkey, speak
Speak monkey, speak

Everything leads to corruption
Everything leads to corruption
Corruption

[Charles]

Ugliness

Iggy Pop

Ugly
Awe!
Ugly!
C'mon!
Yeah!
Hey!
Alright
You got an ugly ass guy
He got a problem with his dick
You got a song with no soul
Fucking don't mean a thing
He got an ugly bouzy house
He got a girlfriend on TV
I like no something
He can't sing for shit
And I'm trying to be a person
But they all say I'm worthless
I'm trying to be a person
But they all make me nervous
This is my description of an ugliness
This is my description of an ugliness
This is my description of an ugliness
This is my description of an ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness (yeah)
You got a dog face chic
With basketball tits
Porno sucks
That's the truth of it
You got a bunch of dumb fat guys
In a wrestling uniform
Trying to fake they're playing music
They ought to be killed
And I'm trying to be a person
But they all say I'm worthless
I'm trying to be a person
But they all say I'm worthless
This is my description of an ugliness
This is my description of an ugliness
This is my description of an ugliness
This is my description of an ugliness
Ugliness
There it comes a newer chord, here it comes
They got the chics, the money, cars and all
But they ain't got no motherfuckin' balls
They got the chics, the cars they have and all
But they ain't got no motherfuckin' balls
They got a fungus on their dick
They got bald heads and tupees
They're in total control
Total fucking control
They're even parked in my space
They got a song with no soul
No truth no love
Because the music sucks
That's why little kids blow up
Everybody needs a gun
To express feelings
That should be expressed
By a real musician
And I'm trying to be a person
But they all say I'm worthless
I'm trying to be a person
They all say I'm worthless
This is my description of an ugliness
This is my description of an ugliness
This is my description of an ugliness
This is my description of an ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
They got the car the money house and all
But they ain't got no motherfuckin' balls
You see the cocksuckers on MTV
And they ain't even got a good CD
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness
Ugliness

[Charles]

Howlin' at the Moon

Ramones

Sha-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la
Ships are docking
Planes are landing
A never ending supply
No more narco
No more gangster
Conservatives can cry
I took the law and threw it away
'Cause there's nothing wrong, it's just for play
There's no law, no law anymore
I want to steal from the rich and give to the poor
Sha-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la
It was glowing
Glowing, glowing
Glowing in the dark
It was sparkling
Sparkling, sparkling
Sparking in the night
I took the law and threw it away
'Cause there's nothing wrong, it's just for play
There's no law, no law anymore
I want to steal from the rich and give to the poor
Winter turns to summer
Sadness turns to fun
Keep the faith, baby
You broke the rules and won
Sha-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la
Keep it glowing
Glowing, glowing
I'm not hurting anyone
Keep it glowing
Smoking, glowing
I'm howling at the moon
I took the law and threw it away
'Cause there's nothing wrong, it's just for play
There's no law, no law anymore
I want to steal from the rich and give to the poor
Oh baby
Oh baby
Oh baby
Oh baby
I took the law and threw it away
'Cause there's nothing wrong, it's just for play
I'm smoking, baby
I'm smoking, oh baby
There's no law, no law anymore
I want to steal from the rich and give to the poor
Sha-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la

[Charles]

Ain't Hurtin' Nobody

John Prine

I'm a walkin' down the street like Lucky Larue
Got my hand in my pocket I'm thinkin' 'bout you
I ain't hurtin' nobody
I ain't hurtin' no one
There's three hundred men in the state of Tennessee
They're waiting to die, they won't never be free
I ain't hurtin' nobody
I ain't hurtin' no one
Six million seven hundred thousand and thirty-three lights on
You think someone could take the time to sit down
And listen to the words of my song
At the beach in Indiana I was nine years old
Heard Little Richard singing "Tutti Frutti"
From the top of a telephone pole
I wasn't hurtin' nobody
I wasn't hurtin' no one
There's roosters laying chickens and chickens layin' eggs
Farm machinery eating people's arms and legs
I wasn't hurtin' nobody
I wasn't hurtin' no one
Perfectly crafted popular hit songs never use the wrong rhyme
You'd think that waitress could get my order
Right the first time
She's sitting on the back steps just shucking that corn
That gal's been grinning since the day she was born
She ain't hurtin' nobody
She ain't hurtin' no one
I used to live in Chicago where the cold wind blows
I delivered more junk mail than the junkyard would hold
I wasn't hurtin' nobody
I wasn't hurtin' no one
You can fool some of the people part of the time
In a rock and roll song
Fifty million Elvis Presley fans
Can't be all wrong