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[cheeseman]

the jam - running on the spot



I was hoping we'd make real progress -
But it seems we have lost the power
Any tiny step of advancement
Is like a raindrop falling into the ocean -
We're running on the spot - always have - always will?
We're just the next generation of the emotionally crippled.

Though we keep piling up the building blocks
The structure never seems to get any higher
Because we keep kicking out the foundation
And standing useless while our lives fall down
I believe in life - and I believe in love
But the world in which I live in - keeps trying to prove me wrong.

Out in the pastures we call society
You can't see further than the bottom of your glass
Only young but easily shocked
You get all violent when the boat gets rocked -

Just like sheep - little lambs into the slaughter
Don't full grasp what exactly is wrong -
Truth is you never cared - still -
You get all violent when the boat gets rocked -

Inteligence should be our first weapon
And stop reveling in rejection
And follow yourselves not some ageing drain brain
Whose quite content to go on feeding you garbage
We're running on the spot - always have - always will?
We're just the next generation of the emotionally crippled

[sgt.null]

Right ! now ! ha ha ha ha ha

I am an antichrist
I am an anarchist
Dont know what I want but
I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passer by cos i

I wanna be anarchy !
No dogs body

Anarchy for the u.k its coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time stop a trafic line
Your future dream is a shopping scheme cos i

I wanna be anarchy !
In the city

How many ways to get what you want
I use the best I use the rest
I use the enemy I use anarchy cos i

I wanna be anarchy !
The only way to be !

Is this the m.p.l.a
Or is this the u.d.a
Or is this the i.r.a
I thought it was the u.k or just
Another country
Another council tenancy

I wanna be an anarchist
Oh what a name
Get pissed destroy !

[lucimay]

I know this super highway
This bright familiar sun
I guess that I'm the lucky one
Who wrote that tired sea song
Set on this peaceful shore
You think you've heard this one before

Well the danger on the rocks is surely past
Still I remain tied to the mast
Could it be that I have found my home at last
Home at last

She serves the smooth retsina
She keeps me safe and warm
It's just the calm before the storm
Call in my reservation
So long hey thanks my friend
I guess I'll try my luck again

Well the danger on the rocks is surely past
Still I remain tied to the mast
Could it be that I have found my home at last
Home at last

[The Laughing Man]

• Not Now John - Pink Floyd
  
  F*ck all that we've got to get on with these
  Gotta compete with the wily Japanese.
  There's too many home fires burning
  And not enough trees.
  So f*ck all that
  We've go to get on with these.
  
  (Gotta get on with these!)
  
  Can't stop
  Lose job
  Mind gone
  Silicon
  Stroll on
  What bomb?
  Get away
  Pay day
  Make hay
  Break down
  Need fix
  Big six
  Click click
  Hold on
  Oh no
  Bingo! (Bingo!)
  
  Make 'em laugh.
  Make 'em cry.
  Make 'em dance in the aisles.
  Make 'em pay.
  Make 'em stay.
  Make 'em feel ok.
  
  Not now John
  We've gotta get on with the film show.
  Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow
  Who cares what it's about
  As long as the kids go?
  So, Not now John
  We've gotta get on with the show.
  
  (ooooo, Noooo!, Gotta get on, Gotta get on, Gotta get on)
  
  Hang on John I've got to get on with this.
  I don't know what it is
  But it fits on here like Hssss
  Come at the end of the shift
  We'll go and get pissed.
  But not now John
  I've got to get on with this.
  
  Hold on John
  I think there's something good on.
  I used to read books but.....
  It could be the news
  Or some other amusement
  Or it could be reusable shows.
  
  F*ck all that we've got to get on with these
  Gotta compete with the wily Japanese.
  No need to worry about the Vietnamese.
  Got to bring the Russian Bear to his knees.
  Well, maybe not the Russian Bear
  Maybe the Swedes.
  We showed Argentina
  Now let's go and show these.
  Make us feel tough
  And wouldn't Maggie be pleased?
  Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah!
  
  Whooh!
  
  One! Two! Three! Four!
  (Not now John we've gotta get on)
  
  "s'cusi dove il bar
  (What?)
  se para collo pou eine toe bar
  s'il vous plait ou est le bar
  (...say it in English!...)
  oi, where's the f*cking bar John?
  (Oh, now you're talking!)"
  Oh! Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the day
  Down!
  Go, Maggie!
  Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, now!

[sgt.null]

The Gunner's Dream (Waters)

Floating down through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now.
In the space between the heavens
and in the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream.
I had a dream.
Good-bye Max.
Good-bye Ma.
After the service when you're walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell
And touch the silk in your lapel
And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream.
A place to stay
"Oi! A real one ..."
Enough to eat
Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud
About your doubts and fears
And what's more no-one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no-one kills the children anymore.
And no one kills the children anymore.

Night after night
Going round and round my brain
His dream is driving me insane.
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight.
What's done is done.
We cannot just write off his final scene.
Take heed of his dream.
Take heed.

[The Laughing Man]

• Pigs on the Wing (Part One) (Waters) 1:24
  
  If you didn't care what happened to me,
  And I didn't care for you,
  We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain
  Occasionally glancing up through the rain.
  Wondering which of the buggars to blame
  And watching for pigs on the wing.
  
  Dogs (Waters, Gilmour) 17:06
  
  You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
  You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
  You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
  And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
  You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
  
  And after a while, you can work on points for style.
  Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
  A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
  You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
  So that when they turn their backs on you,
  You'll get the chance to put the knife in.
  
  You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
  You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
  get older.
  And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
  Hide your head in the sand,
  Just another sad old man,
  All alone and dying of cancer.
  
  And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
  And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
  And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
  around.
  So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
  Dragged down by the stone.
  
  I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
  Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
  Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
  If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this
  maze?
  
  Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
  That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
  And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
  And everything's done under the sun,
  And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
  
  Who was born in a house full of pain.
  Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
  Who was told what to do by the man.
  Who was broken by trained personnel.
  Who was fitted with collar and chain.
  Who was given a pat on the back.
  Who was breaking away from the pack.
  Who was only a stranger at home.
  Who was ground down in the end.
  Who was found dead on the phone.
  Who was dragged down by the stone.
  
  • 
  Pigs (Three Different Ones) (Waters) 11:26
  
  Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
  You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
  And when your hand is on your heart,
  You're nearly a good laugh,
  Almost a joker,
  With your head down in the pig bin,
  Saying "Keep on digging."
  Pig stain on your fat chin.
  What do you hope to find.
  When you're down in the pig mine.
  You're nearly a laugh,
  You're nearly a laugh
  But you're really a cry.
  
  Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.
  You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are.
  You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
  You're nearly a good laugh,
  Almost worth a quick grin.
  You like the feel of steel,
  You're hot stuff with a hatpin,
  And good fun with a hand gun.
  You're nearly a laugh,
  You're nearly a laugh
  But you're really a cry.
  
  Hey you, Whitehouse,
  Ha ha charade you are.
  You house proud town mouse,
  Ha ha charade you are
  You're trying to keep our feelings off the street.
  You're nearly a real treat,
  All tight lips and cold feet
  And do you feel abused?
  .....! .....! .....! .....!
  You gotta stem the evil tide,
  And keep it all on the inside.
  Mary you're nearly a treat,
  Mary you're nearly a treat
  But you're really a cry.
  
  Sheep (Waters) 10:19
  
  Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away;
  Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.
  You better watch out,
  There may be dogs about
  I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen
  Things are not what they seem.
  
  What do you get for pretending the danger's not real.
  Meek and obedient you follow the leader
  Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.
  What a surprise!
  A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
  Now things are really what they seem.
  No, this is no bad dream.
  
  The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
  He makes me down to lie
  Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
  With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
  He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
  He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
  For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
  When cometh the day we lowly ones,
  Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
  Master the art of karate,
  Lo, we shall rise up,
  And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.
  
  Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.
  Wave upon wave of demented avengers
  March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.
  
  Have you heard the news?
  The dogs are dead!
  You better stay home
  And do as you're told.
  Get out of the road if you want to grow old.
  
  Pigs on the Wing (Part Two) (Waters) 1:27
  
  You know that I care what happens to you,
  And I know that you care for me.
  So I don't feel alone,
  Or the weight of the stone,
  Now that I've found somewhere safe
  To bury my bone.
  And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
  A shelter from pigs on the wing.

[Worm of Despite]

Good job, Esmer. Now I have to listen to that album tonight.


Blank Frank, by Brian Eno

Blank Frank is the messenger of your doom and your destruction
Yes, he is the one who will set you up as nothing
And he is one who will look at you sideways
His particular skill is leaving bombs in people's driveways.
Blank Frank has a memory that's as cold as an iceberg
The only time he speaks is in incomprehensible proverbs
Blank Frank is the siren, he's the air-raid, he's the crater
He's on the menu, on the table, he's the knife and he's the waiter


Breaking Glass, by David Bowie

Baby, I've been, breaking glass in your room again
Listen

Don't look at the carpet, I drew something awful on it
See

You're such a wonderful person
But you got problems oh-oh-oh-oh
I'll never touch you

[The Laughing Man]

well, you just can't post one song from that one! and thank Lord Mhoram, he's sending some of us back a ways, ain't he? aaahhh, youth....

[Worm of Despite]

"Maybe Your Baby," by Stevie Wonder

I'm feelin' down and some kind of lonely,
Cause' my baby done left me here,
Heart's blazing like a five alarm fire
And I don't even give a care

I feel like the world is turnin' on me,
My dreams turnin' to ashes right in front of my face,
And I'm gettin' kind of worried,
And I feel so out of place,

Maybe your baby done made some other plans,
Maybe your baby done made some other plans

[Background] . . I feel like cryin', yeh, yeh
Maybe baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

In the mornin' when I've got heartache,
I can't call up the doctor for help,
Cause' the only person that could ever do me any good,
Is steppin' out with my best friend

I feel like I'm slippin' deeper,
Slippin' deeper into myself,
And I can't take it,
This stuff is scarin' me to death

Maybe your baby done made some other plans,
Kinda makin' me worried,
Maybe your baby done made some other plans

Little Sally Walker, sittin' in a saucer,
Checkin' out the guys that are passing by

[Background]...by, by, by, by...

Maybe your baby done made some other plans

Maybe your baby done made some other plans,
Not includin' future plans,
Maybe your baby done made some other plans,
Maybe my baby done made some other plans,
Maybe my baby done made another plan
with another man.
Your baby, your baby, stupid baby, your baby,
That you put so trust so much trust in your baby,
Maybe your baby done made some other plans

[dANdeLION]

San Berdino - Frank Zappa


She lives in mojave in a winnebago
His name is bobby, he looks like a potato

Shes in love with a boy
>from the rodeo
Who pulls the rope on the chute
When they let those suckers go

Hes a slobberin drunk at the palomino
They give him thirty days in san berdino

Well theres forty-four men
Stashed away in tank c
An theres only one shower
But it dont apply to bobby

You may think theyre
Dumb an lonely
But youre wrong
cause their love is strong
Stacked-up hair
An a cheap little ring
They dont care
cause it dont mean a thing

Looka there...
They dont care

Best-est way that
They can feel-o
Out on the highway
Rollin a wheel-o
Hes her tootsie
Shes for real-o
Trailer park heaven
Its a real good deal-o
Real good deal-o
Real good deal-o
Real good deal-o

The rest of their lives
In san berdino
Gonna spend the rest of their lives
In san berdino
The rest of their lives
In san berdino
Come on with me
Come on with me
Come on with me
Down in san berdino
Just 60 miles, 60 miles
Down the san berdino freeway
They got some dark green air
An you can choke all day
Thats right!
Gonna spend the rest of their lives
Rest of their lives
Rest of their lives

Say now
Aint talkin bout fontana
Aint talkin bout uh uh
Aint talkin bout uh uh
Aint talkin bout uh uh
Aint talkin bout the redlands, no no
Zulch is the auto works
Im telling you
Thats where they take
All the cars that they hurt
Come on and lets all go down to san berdino
Ooo-ooo
Ooo-ooo
Ooo-ooo
Lets-a go down down down
Down in san berdino
Wouldja blieve it
San berdino
San berdino
(got to call it)
San berdino
(cmere)
San berdino
Etc., etc., etc.
The rest of their lives
In san berdino

Oh bobby, Im sorry you gotta head like a potato
I really am

[sgt.null]

(spoken) This ain't rock'n'roll. This is genocide!

As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump
Dressed like a priest you was
Tod Browning's freak you was

Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee
I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see
The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal

CHORUS
(Will they come?)
I'll keep a friend serene
(Will they come?)
Oh baby, come unto me
(Will they come?)
Well, she's come, been and gone.
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch your death in the fog
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs

The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat
And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase
The elevator's broke, so he slides down a rope
Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go

Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach
Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch
Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake
Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are sableized

CHORUS

Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs (x2)

In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch
Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch
Just another future song, lonely little kitsch
(There's gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow

CHORUS

Ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs (x2)
Bow-wow, woof woof, bow-wow, wow
Call them the Diamond Dogs
Dogs
Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them
Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them, ooo
Call them the Diamond Dogs

Keep cool
Diamond Dogs rule, OK
Hey-hey-hey-hey

Beware of the Diamond Dogs (repeat)

[Cail]

Misty morning, clouds in the sky
Without warning, the wizard walks by
Casting his shadow, weaving his spell
Funny clothes, tinkling bell

Never talking
Just keeps walking
Spreading his magic

Evil power disappears
Demons worry when the wizard is near
He turns tears into joy
Everyones happy when the wizard walks by

Never talking
Just keeps walking
Spreading his magic

Sun is shining, clouds have gone by
All the people give a happy sigh
He has passed by, giving his sign
Left all the people feeling so fine

Never talking
Just keeps walking
Spreading his magic

[Esmer]

• blue - eiffel 65
  
  yo listen up here's a story
  about a little guy that lives in a blue world
  and all day and all night and everything he sees
  is just blue like him inside and outside
  blue his house with a blue little window
  and a blue corvette
  and everything is blue for him and hisself
  and everybody around
  cos he ain't got nobody to listen to
  
  i'm blue da ba dee da ba die...
  
  i have a blue house with a blue window.
  blue is the colour of all that i wear.
  blue are the streets and all the trees are blue.
  i have a girlfriend and she is so blue.
  blue are the people here that walk around,
  blue like my corvette, it's standing outside.
  blue are the words i say and what i think.
  blue are the feelings that live inside me.
  
  i'm blue da ba dee da ba die...
  
  i have a blue house with a blue window.
  blue is the colour of all that i wear.
  blue are the streets and all the trees are blue.
  i have a girlfriend and she is so blue.
  blue are the people here that walk around,
  blue like my corvette, it's standing outside.
  blue are the words i say and what i think.
  blue are the feelings that live inside me.
  
  i'm blue da ba dee da ba die...
  
  inside and outside blue his house
  with the blue little window and blue corvette
  and everything is blue for him and hisself
  and everybody around cause he aint got
  nobody to listen to
  
  i'm blue da ba dee da ba die...
  
  I'm blue (if I was green I would die)

[sgt.null]

the Coup- Underdog

(chorus)
This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um, check one two
This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog
*repeat chorus*

I raise this glass for the ones who die meaninglessly
And the newborns who get fed intravenously
Somebody's mom caught a job and a welfare fraud case
When she breathe she swear it feels like plastic wrap around her face
Lights turned off and its the third month the rent is late
Thoughts of being homeless, crying till you hyperventilate
Despair permeates the air then sets in your ear
The kids play with that one toy they learned how to share
Coming home don't never seem to be a celebration
Bills they piled up on the coffee table like they're decorations
Big ol' spoons of peanut butter, big ass glass of water
Makes the hunger subside, save the real food for your daughter
You feel like swingin haymakers at a moving truck
You feel like laughing so it seems like you don't give a fuck
You feel like getting so high you smoke a whole damn crop
You feel like crying but you think that you might never stop
Homes with no heat stiffen your joints like arthritis
If this was fiction, it'd be easier to write this
Some folks try to front like they so above you
They'd tear this mother f*cker up if they really loved you

*chorus*

There's certain tricks of the trade to try and hault your defeat
Like taking tupperware to an "all you can eat"
Returning used sh!t for new saying you lost your receipt
And writing four figure checks when your accounts deplete
Then all your problems pile up about a mile up
Thinkin about a partner you can dial up to help you out this foul stuff
Whole family sleepin on a futon while you're clippin coupons
Eatin salad tryin to get full off the croutons
'Crosstown, the situation is identical
Somebody's getting strangled by the system and its tentacles
Misconceptions raise questions to be solved
Alot of b-boys are broke, alot of homeless got jobs
You can make 8 bones an hour till you pass out and still be assed out
Most pyramid schemes don't let you cash out
They say this generation makes the harmony pray
But crime rises consistent with the povery rate
You take the workers and jobs, you're gonna have murders and mobs
A gang of preachers screamin sermons over murmurs and sobs
Saying pray for a change from the Lord above you
They'd tear this mother f*cker up if they really loved you

*chorus*

You like this song cause it relates, it's you in this rhyme
We go to stores that only let us in two at a time
We live in places where it costs to get your check cashed
Arguements about money usually drown out the tec blasts
Work six days a week, can't sleep Saturdays though
Muscles tremblin like a pager when the battery's low
And you just don't know where the years went
Although every long shift feels like a year spent
And you can write your resume, but it wouldn't even mention
All the life lessons learned doing six years of detention
Or how you learned the police was just some handicappers
On the ground next to broken glass and candy wrappers
Now don't accept my collects on the phone
Just hit me at the house so I know I ain't alone
And we can chop it up about this messed up system
Homies that's been killed, how we always gonna miss them
It's almost impossible survivin on this fraction
Sip a 40 to the brain for the chemical reaction
You gotta hustle cause they're tryin to push and shove you
I'll tear this mother f*cker up since I really love you

*chorus

[Cail]

Sing me a song, you're a singer
Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil
The devil is never a maker
The less that you give, you're a taker
So it's on and on and on, it's heaven and hell
Oh well

The lover of life's not a sinner
The ending is just a beginner
The closer you get to the meaning
The sooner you'll know that you're dreaming
So it's on and on and on, oh it's on and on and on
It goes on and on and on, Heaven and Hell
I can tell
Fool, fool

Oh uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Well if it seems to be real, it's illusion
For every moment of truth, there's confusion in life
Love can be seen as the answer, but nobody bleeds for the dancer
And it's on and on, on and on and on and on and on and on and on

They say that life's a carousel
Spinning fast, you've got to ride it well
The world is full of kings and queens
Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams
It's heaven and hell, oh well

And they'll tell you black is really white
The moon is just the sun at night
And when you walk in golden halls
You get to keep the gold that falls
It's heaven and hell, oh no

Fool, fool
You've got to bleed for the dancer
Fool, fool
Look for the answer
Fool, fool, fool

[Esmer]

Mob Rules

Close the city and
tell the people that
something's coming to call
Death and darkness are
rushing forward to
take a bite from the wall, oh

You've nothing to say
They're breaking away
If you listen to fools...
The Mob Rules
The Mob Rules

Kill the spirit and
you'll be blinded, the
end is always the same
Play with fire, you
burn your fingers and
lose your hold of the flame, oh



It's over, it's done
the end is begun
If you listen to fools...
The Mob Rules

You've nothing to say
Oh, They're breaking away
If you listen to fools...

Break the circle and
stop the movement, the
wheel is thrown to the ground
Just remember it
might start rolling and
take you right back around

You're all fools!
The Mob Rules!

[sgt.null]

ONCE

Ooo...
I admit it. What's to say? Yeah.
I'll relive it without pain. Mmmm.
Back street lover on the side of the road.
I got a bomb in my temple that is gonna explode.
I got a sixteen gauge buried under my clothes. I play.

Once upon a time I could control myself.
Ooh, once upon a time I could lose myself. Yeah.

Oh, try and mimic what's insane. Ooh.
I am in it, where do I stand? (Stand, stand.)
Oh, Indian summer and I hate the heat.
I got a back street lover on the passenger seat.
I got my hand in my pocket, so determined, discreet. I pray.

Once upon a time I could control myself.
Ooh, once upon a time I could lose myself. Yeah waa.

You think I got my eyes closed but I've been looking at you the whole f*cking time.

Ooh, once upon a time I could control myself. Yeah.
Once upon a time I could lose myself. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Once upon a time I could love myself. Yeah.
Once upon a time I could love you. Yeah, yeah.
Once... (x4)

[Worm of Despite]

"bombasticoe tearjewk," by the Greased Out Cats
(spoken-word lyrics read by Hierachy)

Slowly,
I wheelied my ride through milky way,
Cracked my two-fisted knuckles,
And leaped into the back
Of my roaring space truck

Smiling
I waved at the animals in the sea
As they played below a laughing rainbow
And a pussycat full of glee

Quickly,
I turned my lasers to stun
As I locked my big space truck
On the latest bounty hunter

I captured the evil alien
And put him in the trunk of my rig
And traded him for free games

Every now and then
I look up at the stars
My heart longing for
Those jawesome space trucking days,
Those fancy days, oh so carefree

[Warmark]

• blue - eiffel 65
  
  yo listen up here's a story
  about a little guy that lives in a blue world
  and all day and all night and everything he sees
  is just blue like him inside and outside
  blue his house with a blue little window
  and a blue corvette
  and everything is blue for him and hisself
  and everybody around
  cos he ain't got nobody to listen to
  
  i'm blue da ba dee da ba die...
  
  i have a blue house with a blue window.
  blue is the colour of all that i wear.
  blue are the streets and all the trees are blue.
  i have a girlfriend and she is so blue.
  blue are the people here that walk around,
  blue like my corvette, it's standing outside.
  blue are the words i say and what i think.
  blue are the feelings that live inside me.
  
  i'm blue da ba dee da ba die...
  
  i have a blue house with a blue window.
  blue is the colour of all that i wear.
  blue are the streets and all the trees are blue.
  i have a girlfriend and she is so blue.
  blue are the people here that walk around,
  blue like my corvette, it's standing outside.
  blue are the words i say and what i think.
  blue are the feelings that live inside me.
  
  i'm blue da ba dee da ba die...
  
  inside and outside blue his house
  with the blue little window and blue corvette
  and everything is blue for him and hisself
  and everybody around cause he aint got
  nobody to listen to
  
  i'm blue da ba dee da ba die...
  
  I'm blue (if I was green I would die)

[The Laughing Man]

• ROBERT PLANT
  Ship Of Fools
  
  On waves of love my heart is breaking
  And stranger still my self control I can't rely on anymore
  New tides surprise - my world it's changing
  Within this frame an ocean swells - behind this smile I know it well
  
  Beneath a lover's moon I'm waiting
  I am the pilot of the storm - adrift in pleasure I may drown
  I built this ship - it is my making
  And furthermore my self control I can't rely on anymore
  
  I know why - I know why
  Crazy on a ship of fools
  Crazy on a ship of fools
  Turn this boat around - back to my loving ground
  
  • • 
  Who claims that no man is an island
  While I land up in jeopardy - more distant from you by degrees
  I walk this shore in isolation
  And at my feet eternity draws ever sweeter plans for me
  
  I know why - I know why
  Crazy on a ship of fools
  Crazy on a ship of fools
  Turn this boat around - back to my loving ground
  ship of fools