~Post your favorite Conciousness Raising song lyrics here~

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  • FlyingHighNow
    FlyingHighNow

    Modest Mouse - Float On

    I backed my car into a cop car the other day
    Well he just drove off sometimes lifeĀ¹s ok I ran my mouth off a bit too much, oh what did I say?
    Well you just laughed it off, it was all OK ...........JoeNobody

    The JWD poster's lament. You know? At least for me anyway...
    For life is quite absurd And death's the final word. You must always face the curtain with a bow. Forget about your sin. Give the audience a grin. Enjoy it. It's your last chance, anyhow. So,... Always look on the bright side of death, [whistling] Just before you draw your terminal breath. [whistling] .........Searcher

    Went to Mary Ann Cigler's funeral mass today. Mary died hours before her 90th birthday. But there's this thing called leap year, so in a way she lived a perfect 90 years. Never been to a Catholic funeral mass before. Andy told me that Jackie Kennedy O. said that the Catholics were silly about many things but they really do death right. I have to agree. It was beautiful, comforting and something right of a movie, complete with a misty, cool, overcast day and a short walk to the cemetery to Mary's hand dug grave. Your lyrics really hit home. Rest in peace Andy's grandmother and my friend.

    We met as soul mates
    On Parris Island
    We left as inmates
    From an asylum........SheliaM

    Shelia, combat I understand, can leave vets in states of relative lunacy. I really like your latest avatar pic.

    Hmmmm any black sabbath song really.....Crazy151Drinker

    Amen. First concert I attended way back in '74 was Black Sabbath. Nosebleed seats. Ozzy looked 3 inches tall. Still remember how Iron Man and Sweet Leaf sounded....

    Thank you for the lyrics, everyone. I have really enjoyed pondering them and hope to see more contributions.

    Flyin'

  • SheilaM
    SheilaM

    Thanks Flyin glad you like it......Yep that song really touches me another I love is by Chapin


    The little boy went first day of school
    He got some crayons and started to draw
    He put colors all over the paper
    For colors was what he saw
    And the teacher said.. What you doin' young man
    I'm paintin' flowers he said
    She said... It's not the time for art young man
    And anyway flowers are green and red
    There's a time for everything young man
    And a way it should be done
    You've got to show concern for everyone else
    For you're not the only oneAnd she said...
    Flowers are red young man
    Green leaves are green
    There's no need to see flowers any other way
    Than the way they always have been seen

    But the little boy said...
    There are so many colors in the rainbow
    So many colors in the morning sun
    So many colors in the flower and I see every one

    Well the teacher said.. You're sassy
    There's ways that things should be
    And you'll paint flowers the way they are
    So repeat after me.....

    And she said...
    Flowers are red young man
    Green leaves are green
    There's no need to see flowers any other way
    Than the way they always have been seen

    But the little boy said...
    There are so many colors in the rainbow
    So many colors in the morning sun
    So many colors in the flower and I see every one

    The teacher put him in a corner
    She said.. It's for your own good..
    And you won't come out 'til you get it right
    And all responding like you should
    Well finally he got lonely
    Frightened thoughts filled his head
    And he went up to the teacher
    And this is what he said.. and he said

    Flowers are red, green leaves are green
    There's no need to see flowers any other way
    Than the way they always have been seen

    Time went by like it always does
    And they moved to another town
    And the little boy went to another school
    And this is what he found
    The teacher there was smilin'
    She said...Painting should be fun
    And there are so many colors in a flower
    So let's use every one

    But that little boy painted flowers
    In neat rows of green and red
    And when the teacher asked him why
    This is what he said.. and he said

    Flowers are red, green leaves are green
    There's no need to see flowers any other way
    Than the way they always have been seen.

  • SheilaM
    SheilaM

    This one speaks so clearly

    Bummer
    by Harry Chapin

    His mama was a midnight woman
    His daddy was a drifter drummer
    One night they put it together
    Nine months later came the little black bummer

    He was a laid back lump in the cradle
    Chewing the paint chips that fell from the ceiling
    Whenever he cried he got a fist in his face
    So he learned not to show his feelings

    He was a pig-tail puller in grammer school
    Left back twice by the seventh grade
    Sniffing glue in Junior High
    And the first one in school to get laid

    He was a weed-speed pusher at fifteen
    He was mainlining skag a year later
    He'd started pimping when they put him away
    In jail he changed from a junkie to a hater

    And just like the man from the precinct said:
    "Put him away, you better kill him instead.
    A bummer like that is better of dead
    Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head."

    They threw him back on the street, he robbed an A & P
    He didn't blink at the buddy that he shafted
    And just about the time they would have caught him too
    He had the damn good fortune to get drafted

    He was A-One bait for Vietnam, you see they needed more bodies in a hurry
    He was a cinch to train cause all they had to do
    Was to figure how to funnel his fury

    They put him in a tank near the D M Z
    To catch the gooks slipping over the border
    They said his mission was to Search and Destroy
    And for once he followed and order

    One sweat-soaked day in the Yung-Po Valley
    With the ground still steaming from the rain
    There was a bloody little battle that didn't mean nothing
    Except to the few that remained

    You see a couple hundred slants had trapped the other five tanks
    And had started to pick off the crews
    When he came on the scene and it really did seem
    This is why he'd paid those dues

    It was something like a butcher going berserk
    Or a sane man acting like a fool
    Or the bravest thing that a man had ever done
    Or a madman blowing his cool

    Well he came on through like a knife through butter
    Or a scythe sweeping through the grass
    Or to say it like the man would have said it himself:
    "Just a big black bastard kicking ass!"

    And just like the man from the precinct said:
    "Put him away, you better kill him instead.
    A bummer like that is better of dead
    Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head."

    When it was over and the smoke had cleared
    There were a lot of V C bodies in the mud
    And when the rescued men came over for the very first time
    They found him smiling as he lay in his blood

    They picked up the pieces and they stitched him back together
    He pulled through though they thought he was a goner
    And it force them to give him what they said they would
    Six purple hearts and the Medal of Honor

    Of course he slouched as the chief white honkey said:
    "Service beyond the call of duty"
    But the first soft thought was passing through his mind
    "My medal is a Mother of a beauty!"

    He got a couple of jobs with the ribbon on his chest
    And though he tried he really couldn't do 'em
    There was only a couple of things that he was really trained for
    And he found himself drifting back to 'em
    Just about the time he was ready to break
    The V A stopped sending him his checks
    Just a matter of time 'cause there was no doubt
    About what he was going to do next

    It ended up one night in a grocery store
    Gun in hand and nine cops at the door
    And when his last battle was over
    He lay crumpled and broken on the floor

    And just like the man from the precinct said:
    "Put him away, you better kill him instead.
    A bummer like that is better of dead
    Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head."

    Well he'd breathed his last, but ten minutes past
    Before they dared to enter the place
    And when they flipped his riddled body over they found
    His second smile frozen on his face

    They found his gun where he'd thrown it
    There was something else clenched in his fistAnd when they pried his fingers open they found the Medal of Honor
    And the Sergeant said: "Where in the hell he get this?"

    There was a stew about burying him in Arlington
    So they shipped him in box to Fayette
    And they kind of stashed him in a grave in the county plot
    The kind we remember to forget

    And just like the man from the precinct said:
    "Put him away, you better kill him instead.
    A bummer like that is better of dead
    Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head."

  • FlyingHighNow
    FlyingHighNow

    Shelia, that's a good example of how adults can steal the spirit of a child and break it. It really explains the JW effect on people in a nutshell. I think you and Harry Chapin just gave me an epiphany. Thank you.

    Flyin'

  • FlyingHighNow
    FlyingHighNow

    I posted before you posted the second Harry Chapin song, Shelia. That's very profound. I have to go back and read that one again.

    Flyin'

  • SheilaM
    SheilaM

    Another one

    Artist: John Mellencamp
    Song Title: Justice And Independence '85
    Album: Scarecrow

    [Buy " Scarecrow " CD]

    Written by: John Mellencamp

    He was born on the fourth day of July
    So his parents called him Independence Day
    He married a girl named Justice who gave birth
    to a son called Nation
    Then she walked away
    Independence he would daydream and he'd pretend
    That someday him and Justice and Nation would get together again
    But Justice held up in a shotgun shack
    And she wouldn't let nobody in
    So a Nation cried

    CHORUS
    Oh Oh
    When a Nation cries
    His tears fall down like missiles from the skies
    Justice look into Independence's eyes
    Can you make everyrhing alright
    Can you keep your Nation warm tonightWell Nation grew up and got himself a reputation
    Couldn't keep the boy at home no no
    He just kept running 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round
    Independence and Justice well they felt so ashamed
    When the Nation fell down they argued who was to blameNation if you'll just come home we'll have this family again
    Oh Nation don't cry

    CHORUS

    Roll a rock across the Country
    Everbody come along
    When you're feelin' down yeah yeah
    Just sing this song yeah yeah

  • SheilaM
    SheilaM

    Yep Harry Chapin had a wonderous grasp on life........My children grew up to his music and one Art teacher here in town got a big ole blast of his song when she tried to stifle my daughters creativity....

    Bummer just so speaks to someone that had no way out .....wrenches your heart

  • FlyingHighNow
    FlyingHighNow
    My children grew up to his music and one Art teacher here in town got a big ole blast of his song when she tried to stifle my daughters creativity....

    Good for you and for her! What a lucky child your daughter is to have parents loving and wise enough to let her be her, to grow and bloom as her.

  • Sunnygal41
    Sunnygal41

    WOODSTOCK

    by Joni Mitchell



    I came upon a child of God
    walking down the road
    I asked him, where are you going?
    And this he told me

    He said I'm going down to Yasgur's Farm,
    Just join in a rock and roll band.
    Get back to the land and set my soul free.

    We are stardust, we are golden,
    And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.

    So can I walk beside you?
    I've come here to lose the smog,
    I feel like I'm a cog in something turning round and round.

    Maybe it's just the time of year,
    Maybe it's the time of man.
    I don't know who I am,
    But life is for learning.

    We are stardust, we are golden,
    And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.

    We are stardust, we are golden,
    And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.

    By the time we got to Woodstock,
    We were half a million strong
    Everywhere you look there was a song and hope and a celebration.

    And I dreamed I saw the bomber death planes
    Riding shotgun in the sky,
    Turning into butterflies
    Above our nation.

    We are stardust, we are golden,
    And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.

    We are stardust,we are a billion year old carbon,
    we are golden
    We just got caught up in some devil's bargain
    And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.

    To some semblance of a garden.

  • Sunnygal41
    Sunnygal41

    In Your Time by Bob Seger

    In your time
    The innocence will fall away
    In your time
    The mission bells will toll
    All along
    The corridors and river beds
    There'll be sign
    In your time

    Towering waves
    Will crash across your southern capes
    Massive storms
    Will reach your eastern shores
    Fields of green

    Will tumble through your summer days
    By design
    In your time

    Feel the wind
    And set yourself the bolder course
    Keep your heart
    As open as a shrine
    You'll sail the perfect line

    And after all
    The dead ends and the lessons learned
    After all
    The stars have turned to stone
    There'll be peace
    Across the great unbroken void
    All benign
    In your time
    You'll be fine
    In your time

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