FM Radio Show (Crisis Song)
Is that you my friend
Is there somebody left?
The only one in your shady old provincial town
That made a real go
Now left all alone
Knife cut your soul
Sinking down so low
A simple crime out of loving that girl
So what do you do now?
Life's so different
It's not what you're told
And you look around
And the people you see can't ever know
The choices are yours
To go to work
On a slow mo job
Work work slow til you can work no more
Or get real bored
Then walk away to drift out all alone
Somewhere
The planet is yours
Shake and stumble yourself down til down on all fours
Make up your mind
That you can do more
Than hide yourself out when hiding yourself out
Is staying in your house at home
Good things are in store
Way on down the road
Always remain are the ones we know
Songs from the soul on the FM Radio Show
Is that you my friend
Is there somebody left?
Did you get your head checked
By that jumbo jet
When you were young
The only one in your shady old provincial town
That made a real go
Manana Me Voy a Trujillo
Todo que tengo es nada pero lamento
Mi corazon cambia a pegamento
Por la recuerda de mi amor perfecta
No puedo a vivir sin ella
Trabajando en internet cabina
Un cliente meda su moneda
Pierdo la capaz a hacer cambiado
Y el jefe conmigo fastidiado
Mis manos temblando
Mi mente nebuloso
Cada dia con eso dolor
Peor y mas y mas deprimido
Adios chica, adios mi vida
Con eso poco que tengo de sencillo
Pidiendo un Dios escondido
Manana hay un bus
Me voy a Trujillo
Tapones en las orejas
Musica con mensaje divino
Shakira, Elefante Reyli Barba
Y canciones Jethro Tull traducido
Nunca a regresar
Esperando el dia que
Mi problema desaparece
Hasta despues de mi final
Bye bye bye byeeeee
Ooohhhhh
Pence
My name is Pence
My friends say I'm smart
That I'm not so dense
When my boss says
Build us a wall
And not a fence
But if you impeach that boss
Then give him the toss
If "divine will" says
Give me the office
Then that is his loss
I'll make the nation a Church
And my peasants who don't believe (2x)
Don't believe in Mike Pence
Leave them all in the lurch
They can sleep on the street
Or inside their tents
Or better yet in prison because it's worse
I'm Pence
Mike Pence
My notions of Christ
Don't have to make sense
Because I'm gruff
I know how to be tough
Surely all the right stuff
Just don't call my bluff x3
'Cause I'm Pence
Mike Pence x3
Teller
My name is Eddie Teller
Sometimes I can be a good fella
I like to do my research
Much more than going to Church
My brain it makes me famous and rich
And reputations I will besmirch
Before they leave me in the lurch
For the science answers I do search
Manhattan is the project
Spaceship designs and rockets
Deadly nuclear deterrence
Is always my personal preference
The things I like in life are finer
Like my hatred for Oppenheimer
Cause I need to feel the power
During mankind's darkest hour
My name is Eddie Teller
And I feel like a bad fella
And that is the story, fella
The end of Eddie Teller
The Sonico Seven (Paulcito Meets the Gom Jabbar)
(instrumental)
The Slowdown Speedup
Desire feeds a flame
Pulled into the lover's game
Nothing will be the same
It might just take your name
Slowdown, go down, stay down
Pick up, re-up, speed up
Slowdown, go-up, be down
Make-up, take down, feed up!
A love that is joy complete
A little more than a little feat
Perfect inside and on a ride
Moon again will turn the tide
Slow Down Speed Up Get Up
Wake Up, Fake not, So Hot
Slow Down, Get aside big slide
Break line, snake time, you're mine!
Awake is a blinding light
Taking time return to sight
Ramping up for second round
Take this chance to go to town
Slowdown, go down, mow down
Keep up, take up, steep up
Row down, build up, break down
Race up, space out, peace up!
Stars Of The old World
We heard or watched them all
On the radio and TV show
The money we make it helps us all cope
"Hey look, there's Bob Hope!"
Hogan he won, was it 54?
Crosby he sang with less than a roar
Life is not easy but no time for frowns
You just can't be a mope
Take a seat now, there's room on the floor
Dick Van Dyke and Mary Tyler Moore
Excitement and smiles there's plenty for sure
But nobody will show you the door
They did it for show
They did it for dough
They did it fast or did it slow
They did it to serve for the USO
They did it for "well, what do you know?"
Liberace he could bang those keys
A smile and a ring he knew how to please
Musial was steady with ready home runs
If you don't like what you see, well get out your guns
Gleason was big with less than a reason
Every dog on the track has his season
The good and cheerful stars of the world
No like rock and roll
No like a Stooges vaudeville
No like a hardy bluesy ill
They stick to the sweetened sugar pill
Like a Burpee garden flower
We all vote for Eisenhower
Good young men be careful with your life
Must limit the thrill until you find a wife
They did it for game
They did it for fame
They did it for old what's his name?
Life is good and no one's to blame
But where are they now
Where do they go?
How much did they ever know?
Stars of the old world
Fade far too slow
Waiting For A Sign
I sit here waiting for a sign
You know I can turn on a dime
Love so perfectly right goes down all wrong
And back again to sublime
This Kind Of Love
This kind of love
Is the love that's real
This kind of love
Will bring on the seal
This kind of love is so sweet and fine
Love to do us in every single time
This kind of love
Is two become one
This kind of love
Is the wildest fun
She's going to leave
You're wanting to flee
One man's sorrow is another man's glee
This kind of love
Puts fire in the eyes
It leaves you so low
Turns a foolish man wise
Turning right into left
Feeling worse than bereft
This kind of love
Is your certain death
This kind of love
Is sweet like a cake
This kind of love can't show up too late
This kind of love is a special gift
It's an elevator lift
This kind of love
Is a love that's great
This kind of love can deny a sad fate
This kind of love will take you so high
But not without a test that you die
The working man works
He watches and sees
And decides on his own what he wants to be
And all of his friends nod and agree
That this kind of love
Is not for me
UMass Underwater Guy
I remember the times
From Brooks Dorm, freshman 82
Carton on my head I spun around and around
Got quite sick but arrived back home
So I'm here still
Is there another?
I do know of one
Your red face
Your dead face
Whoaah!
(2x)
Someone's favorite nimrod son
He had a stay a short time
After or before I don't know
Doing the rounds since the late eights or so
For the giant rock and roll ball
Was he Southwest? Well I might ask
If I see him around
With a stare and a glow
Your red face
Your dead face
Whoaah!
(2x)
There's more than one way to go
Others around and could still be time
If they haven't yet sank
Down down down we always go
But commonly
Much much too slow
Away we go!!
Your red face
Your dead face
Whoaah!
(2x)