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Spirit Of A Stone
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Spirit of a Stone © Brian Gregg
One day the spirit of a stone
appeared in the image of a man
And that was what I thought that stone to be.
I expected it to love and care like other men I know
But it didn't and my will to make it never came to be.
And I wonder now how I didn't know All that is, is never what we see.
I sing this song for people yet to be
Further on in time, five thousand and eighty-three.
Frozen heated, smashed and cracked weathered washed and worn,
The Rubble fused together and the stone was born
Now back when I lived in the twenth century
We took for granted that that, that was, was all we see
The image for our language, a conglomeration
of technical and academic jargon
against a background of media advertisement slang
But not in silence these bits of many stones fused
Unlike the thoughtless mindless life of geology's rock
In silence these bits of many stones fused.
The Babel of our many sounds left apparently forever
To chatter on from electronic storage.
I wonder what essence will emerge ?
If only you could tell me, people yet to be.
All I can do is sing this song for thee.
One day the spirit of a stone
appeared in the image of a man
And that was what I thought that stone to be.
I expected it to love and care like other men I know
But it didn't and my will to make it never came to be.
And I wonder now how I didn't know All that is, is never what we see.
I sing this song for people yet to be
Further on in time, five thousand and eighty-three. ................ (back to titles)
Who said the price of freedom was a broken start ?
Is this the end of the beginning or the beginning of the end ?
I think I know what's the matter with me
Its a matter of the heart
I'd like to take off your underwear
In an appropriate place somewhere
At an appropriate time too
Long long long after we
kiss and kiss
and kiss and kiss
A self declared untouchable now
You stand locked in your VIP cage
Not really any closer than if you were back
Back on the other side of the planet
I'd like to take off your underwear
Pull it right down past your travelin' toes
So close face to face, nose to nose
that when I look into your eyes I see
One .............(one eye)
But I guess I've blown most any chance of that now
Because I just don't want to drop the end of that line
Still just the same for you I'll drop it this time
You'll find me if you change your mind
I'd like to take off, please forget I mentioned it
I'll just take off and play my guitar
Still I long long long for you to kiss ................................... (back to titles)
We are the masses the majority
We hold the power even though we can't really see
On the surface we like to seem glad
But underneath we are angry and sad
What we know most is what we can buy
We demand market forces supply
They may serve us In a way that's indirect
Trade toil for trinkets What else can we expect
Dumb and cruel running wild and free
Dumb and cruel I Know that is the way we're meant
meant to be
Go downtown have a drink in a pub
Look for a partner to give us a rub
Too bad we can't get all that we want
Always wanting to have what we caun't
Relaxing on the deck beside the pool
or doing something else that'l make us cool
Deep in our hobbies if we're not at our work
We wonder why somebody else is a jerk
Dumb and cruel running wild and free
Dumb and cruel I Know that is the way we're meant
meant to be
Now don't be too nervous to introspect
it's not uncommon to find a defect
Dr. Suzuki is sounding his alarm
Claims what we're doing is doing us harm
It is no mystery that we're bound to get mad
and feel like doing something that's bad
In our frustration we're not very nice
We'd wreck a planet and we wouldn't think twice.
Dumb and cruel running wild and free
Dumb and cruel I Know that is the way
I Know that is the way
I Know that is the way we're meant meant to be .................. (back to titles)
It's a drag lovin' you, the way I do
It's a drag lovin' you, the way I do
Late at night and I'm running low
Pretty soon I'll have to go
Down to your corner and find your machine
And empty my pocket like it's always been .. 'cause
It's a drag lovin' you, the way I do
It's a drag lovin' you, the way I do
Those advertisers say you love me too
They say you love me too
It's a drag lovin' you, the way I do
You know sometimes you make me feel so good
I forget to wonder if I should
Sometimes when I use you I feel so bad
Your pleasing nasty habit's driving me so mad ..'cause
It's a drag lovin' you, the way I do
It's a drag lovin' you, the way I do
Those advertisers say you love me too
They say you love me too
It's a drag lovin' you, the way I do
It's always time to quit
Every time I try to I take a fit
Get so nervous, don't know what to do
I light up another pack of you
It's a drag lovin' you, the way I do
It's a drag lovin' you, the way I do ...................... ...... ........ ...(back to titles)
Why don't you hang around ? © B. Gregg
Why don't you hang around ?
You'd think you wern't crazy 'bout me.
Well then I ain't crazy 'bout you neither baby
But why don't you hang around this weekend ?
Well I left town last Monday.
You didn't know that I was on the way.
Then I missed when I stopped by in your town
But I'll hang around for the weekend
Why don't you hang around ? hang hang, hang around hang around
You'd think you wern't crazy 'bout me. crazeee
Well then I ain't crazy 'bout you neither baby
But why don't you hang around this weekend ?
I'll tell you, lately why, I don't
Don't what ? Hang around.
'cause you don't.... hang around too
Why don't you hang around this weekend ?
Why don't you hang around ? hang hang, hang around hang around
You'd think you wern't crazy 'bout me. crazeee
Well then I ain't crazy 'bout you neither baby
But why don't you hang around this weekend ?
why don't you hang around this weekend ?
why don't you .....hang around .. .. .. .. ...........
'cause baby ...... you don't want to ....... .......... ...... .......................(back to titles)
My Mother was a Commie © Brian Gregg
My Father was a capitalist. / My Mother was a Commie.
They thought and cried their ideology / Would save us like salvation
Holy market holy worker / Black or white for him and for her
No way could they / no way would they join
I'm sure some good must fall between / such opposite positions
There must be more than just one way / Perhaps some combination
Holy Freedom Holy Fairness / Some will fight and some will care less
No way, said they / no way would they join
Straight answers, to questions may I have / not simply just suggestions
from those who claim to represent, / and make the laws that rule me
Holy love n Holy hatred / Divorce divest acquire and be wed
No way, said they / no way would they join
But that could not explain / the truth of my existence
And now in turn I take a part / In seeing if it makes sense
And we became the reason why they / lived so long together slyly
Even, though they said that no way / no way could they join
My Father was a capitalist. / My Mother was a Commie. ........... .........(back to titles)
Leavin' the Livin' room © B. Gregg
In a place where the winter noon is nite
And every thing is some shade of white
Old old man, on a cold cold day
Walks off into a blizzard; suicide the Eskimo way
And as his disappearance is going along
It's said he was heard to be singing this song
Well I believe I'm leavin' the livin' room
Yes I believe I'm leavin' the livin' room
I believe I am leavin' the livin' room
Well since my baby said she ain't comin' back here anymore
I've been losing sleep. I've been cryin' on the floor
But now I'm leaving, leavin' the livin' room
goin' out to the kitchen; dance with the broom
Well if I did the suicide blues it would be the Eskimo way
I'd walk off into a blizzard when I'm old and grey
But it's too hot out now and I'm too young and I still want to see the day
When she comes back here; comes back here to stay
I'm goin' to get up off this couch. If I don't fall on the floor
I'm goin' to get up on my feet and walk right out that door
Yes I'm leavin' ... leavin' the living room
goin'' out to the kitchen. dance with the broom
Yes I believe I'm leavin' the livin' room
Yes I believe I'm leavin' the livin' room
goin'' out to the kitchen. dance with the broom
dance dance dance, dance with the broom
Come on now honey
you must be getting tired of sitting there in the closet with the dustpan
Get out here on the floor with me right now
We're going to clean up ..... ........... ............ ............ ..............(back to titles)
Well Heel you've done it again
Stepped on a buddy's toe and hurt a friend
You're so sorry now
You'd say so but you just don't know how
Every time you start to you end up foot in mouth
So worried it will it comes out wrong
Well Heel I should've guessed
You're worn out need a rest
Those long roads you've walked alone for years
Left you nowhere close except to tears
Every time you step down hard, turn and walk away
Heel you've done it again
Well Heel she can't blame you
She's not the one who nailed you to this shoe
You've been turned around and stepped on now
You'd say you're sorry but you just don't know how
Every time you start to you end up foot in mouth
So worried it will it comes out wrong
So Every time you step down hard, turn and walk away
Heel you've done it again
Yeah Heel you've done it again ... ....... ........... ............. .............(back to titles)
Emma Goldman, she's the one for me tonight
For me her company will be a great delight
She made a date with me
It's such a rare occurrence for her to be free
I didn't expect her to agree, to see me
She will speak and do what she believes is right
And read her precious books in Edgar's jails all night
She spoke to protest war
Just free speech and nothing more.
I don't know what they did it for.... what they did it for
She was exiled only to this time despise
The Russian revolution failing in her eyes.
Nowhere were the people free
Not in the church nor in the factory.
I didn't expect her to love me .... love me.
Aristotle, Jesus, Galileo .....
Were all too criminals to blind authority.
So far in history
It's been a crime to think so free
But your love Emma made me see what can be.
Emma Goldman, she's the one for me tonight
Emma Goldman, she's the one for me tonight .......
note:
Emma Goldman was a Russian Jew who at a young age emigrated to New York City in the early part of the century. She became involved as a labor leader and was jailed numerous times by J. Edgar Hoover and finally exiled back to Russia for her activities. She spent the last part of her life in Canada. This song is written from her lover's point of view.
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