When you want to wash your hands the right way– and you have forgotten the words to the Happy Birthday song (due to copyrights) or Twinkle Twinkle Little Star;
You can always go the Star Trek (tos) way:
“Space, the final frontier
These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise
Its five year mission
To explore strange new worlds
To seek out new life
And new civilizations
To boldly go where no man has gone before”
It takes about 20 seconds to say the opening lines.
~ijs
JEFFERSON STARSHIP
“Connection”
[Unused lyrics at beginning of lyric sheet:]
Warm…round the hunting fire
Wrapped in the robes of the dead warrior
Protected from ferocious winds
Under the shield of the dead gladiator
Standing in the darkness of this stagecraft
All is black I cannot see your faces I need
Light I want to see your eyes
Let my voice wash over your faces
Connection
Connection
Whoaa ohhh
A hundred thousand years ago
People livin’ in bone white cities
Comin’ and goin’ on streets of silver
Talkin’ future history
Then something very strong went wrong
And suddenly
People gathered round the hunting fires
(Huddled in caves like animal, not human)
Round the warmth of the late night fire
Cities gone, memories fading
Spend their lives round the late night fire
Give their souls to the hunting fire
Seeking each other’s company
Tryin’ to remember ancient history
They lost connection
They lost contact
They need to touch you
Reach out across the ages and touch you
Meanwhile somewhere in the 20th century
A young girl named Phoebe Caulfield
Plops herself down on the sofa
Pops open a soda and watches you
She likes to watch murderer talk
She likes to see them on my TV
She likes to watch them how they walk
She likes to hear what they say
It’s like a car crash
Bloody fascination
You wonder how they get their shoes tied
Sit and stare at the horror there
She knows you watch them too
Stranglers, murderers, snipers, terrorists
Political assassins, crazy ones, cool ones
All them looking for
Connection
They lost contact
They lost direction
They need sexual, mystical
Magical, uninterrupted, Peter Gabriel like
Contact
Here I am
Again inside
This darkness
All is black
I cannot see your future
Give me light
I want to see your eyes
Just a little light
Inside your future
A small connection
Connection
Ah!!!!
I’d like to see Jesus and Mohammad
On the road to Damascus
What did you think they would say
Would they fight with knives clenched in their teeth
Like Jews and Arabs today
Or would they walk and speak
Like philosophers and thinkers
Amused at each other’s insights
Relishing the brain waves there
Round the warmth of the hunting fire
Eager for, hungry for
They got to have
You know they love
Connection
Contact
Communion
And let our two great religions
Cease their senseless struggle
It only hurts the children
Connection
Connection
War
Edwin Starr
War, huh, yeah
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War, huh, yeah
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again, why’all
War, huh, good god
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing, listen to me
Oh, war, I despise
‘Cause it means destruction of innocent lives
War means tears to thousands of mothers eyes
When their sons go to fight
And lose their lives
I said, war, huh good god, why’all
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing say it again
War, whoa, lord
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing, listen to me
it ain’t nothing but a heart-breaker
(War) friend only to the undertaker
Oh, war it’s an enemy to all mankind
The point of war blows my mind
War has caused unrest
Within the younger generation
Induction then destruction
Who wants to die, ah, war-huh, good god why’all
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it, say it, say it
War, huh
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing listen to me
it ain’t nothing but a heart breaker
(War) it’s got one friend that’s the undertaker
Oh, war, has shattered many a young mans dreams
Made him disabled, bitter and mean
Life is much to short and precious
To spend fighting wars these days
War can’t give life
It can only take it away
Oh, war, huh good god why’all
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing say it again
whoa, lord
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing listen to me
it ain’t nothing but a heart breaker
(War) friend only to the undertaker
Peace, love and understanding
Tell me, is there no place for them today
They say we must fight to keep our freedom
But lord knows there’s got to be a better way
Oh, war, huh good god why’all
What is it good for you tell me
Say it, say it, say it, say it
huh good god why’all
What is it good for
Stand up and shout it nothing
Songwriters: Barret Strong / Norman Whitfield
War lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Teach Your Children
Crosby, Stills & Nash
You who are on the road
Must have a code that you can live by
And so become yourself
Because the past is just a good-bye.
Teach your children well,
Their father’s hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picks, the one you’ll know by.
Don’t you ever ask them why, if they told you, you will cry,
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you.
And you, of tender years,
Can’t know the fears that your elders grew by,
And so please help them with your youth,
They seek the truth before they can die.
Teach your parents well,
Their children’s hell will slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picks, the one you’ll know by.
Don’t you ever ask them why, if they told you, you will cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.
-*-*-*-
Songwriters: Graham Nash
Teach Your Children lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Pat Benatar
Hell Is For Children
They cry in the dark, so you can’t see their tears
They hide in the light, so you can’t see their fears
Forgive and forget, all the while
Love and pain become one and the same
In the eyes of a wounded child
Because Hell, Hell is for children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell, hell is for children
And you shouldn’t have to pay for your love
With your bones and your flesh
It’s all so confusing, this brutal abusing
They blacken your eyes, and then apologize
Be daddy’s good girl, and don’t tell mommy a thing
Be a good little boy, and you’ll get a new toy
Tell grandma you fell off the swing
Because Hell, Hell is for children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell, hell is for children
And you shouldn’t have to pay for your love
With your bones and your flesh
No, Hell is for children
Hell, Hell is for Hell
Hell is for Hell, Hell is for children
Hell, Hell is for Hell
Hell is for Hell, Hell is for children
Hell, Hell is for Hell
Hell is for Hell, Hell is for children
Hell is for children
Hell is for children
-*-*-*-
Writer(s): Neil Giraldo, Roger Capps, Patricia Benatar
Supertramp
The Logical Song
When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they’d be singing so happily,
Joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,
Logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
Clinical, intellectual, cynical.
There are times when all the world’s asleep,
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am.
Now watch what you say or they’ll be calling you a radical,
Liberal, fanatical, criminal.
Won’t you sign up your name, we’d like to feel you’re
Acceptable, respectable, presentable, a vegetable!
At night, when all the world’s asleep,
The questions run so deep
For such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am.
*************
Songwriters: DAVIES, RICHARD / HODGSON, ROGER
The Logical Song lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
***where were they headed with this song? Close your eyes, open your mind, and stop… don’t run on automatic, THINK***
Paper Gods
Duran Duran
All the paper Gods in the sky of gray
All the fools in town are ruling today, today
Bow to the paper Gods in a world that is paper thin
The fools in town are ruling now
Bleeding from paper cuts, money for head shots
Fools leading (today)
Who needs it?
Hey girl, want it all the talking men declares
Go running to be first in line for what? Nobody cares
The next thing you must have, find peace with matching bag
It’s nothing to be glad about, or sad when you forget about it
And while the race is on, the rats will run the streets
The slaver in a sweatshop, putting trainers on your feet
I’m walking through the rain, oblivious to pain
To shelter from the blame without a reason to complain about it
Oh, oh, oh, don’t complain about it
Oh, oh, oh, don’t complain about it
Oh, oh, oh, forget about it
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Bow to the paper Gods in a world that is paper thin
The fools in town are ruling now (All the fools in town)
Bleeding from paper cuts, money for head shots
Fools leading (today)
Who needs it?
She’s staring out in underwear, from your computer screen
It’s all on sale for dirty cash, we can wash it clean
So hang it out online, confess and you’ll feel fine
And if you got the time to spare we want to know
Which name you’re wearing
And when the final curtain finally comes down
We’ll all be in the party room, no wiser as to how
The total human race became a basket case
It’s nothing to lose face about it
It’s really not a place to doubt it
Bow to the paper Gods in a world that is paper thin
The fools in town are ruling now
Bleeding from paper cuts, money for head shots
Fools leading (today)
Who needs it?
Paper Gods falling down
Paper house, paper town
Paper Gods falling down
Paper world just falling down
Paper Gods falling down
Paper house, paper town
Paper Gods falling down
Paper world just falling down
Falling down, falling down
Bow to the paper Gods in a world that is paper thin
The fools in town are ruling now
Bleeding from paper cuts, they go for the money shots
The fools leading (today)
Who needs them?
All the paper Gods in the sky of gray
All the fools in town are ruling today, today
*******
Songwriters: Ben Hudson Mcildowie / John Taylor / Nick Rhodes / Roger Andrew Taylor / Simon John Charles Le Bon
Paper Gods lyrics © Imagem Music Inc, Songs Music Publishing
