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Army with harmony
Dave drop a load on 'em
OPP, how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for Other, P is for People scratchin' temple
The last P...well...that's not that simple
It's sorta like another way to call a cat a kitten
It's five little letters that are missin' here
You get on occassion at the other party
As a game 'n it seems I gotta start to explainin'
Bust it
You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello
You get her name and number and then you feelin' real mellow
You get home, wait a day, she's what you wanna know about
Then you call up and it's her girlfriend or her cousin's house
It's not a front, F to the R to the O to the N to the T
It's just her boyfriend's at her house (Boy, that's what is scary)
It's OPP, time other people's what you get it
There's no room for relationship there's just room to hit it
How many brothers out there know just what I'm gettin' at
Who thinks it's wrong 'cos I'm splittin' and co-hittin' at
Well if you do, that's OPP and you're not down with it
But if you don't, here's your membership

You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who's down with OPP (Every last homie)
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who's down with OPP (All the homies)

As for the ladies, OPP means something gifted
The first two letters are the same but the last is something
different
It's the longest, loveliest, lean-- I call it the leanest
It's another five letter word rhymin' with cleanest and meanest
I won't get into that, I'll do it...ah...sorta properly
I say the last P...hmmm...stands for property
Now lady here comes a kiss, blow a kiss back to me, now tell me
exactly
Have you ever known a brother who have another like ah girl or wife
And you just had to stop and just 'cos he look just as nice
You looked at him, he looked at you and you knew right away
That he had someone but he was gonna be yours anyway
You couldn't be seen with him and honestly you didn't care
'Cos in a room behind a door no one but y'all are there
When y'all are finish, y'all can leave and only y'all would know
And then y'all could throw the skeleton bones right in the closet do'
Now don't be shocked 'cos if you're down I want your hands up high
Say OPP (OPP) I like to say with pride
Now when you do it, do it well and make sure that it counts
You're now down with a discount

You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who's down with OPP (Every last lady)
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who's down with OPP (All the ladies)

This girl ah tried to OPP me
I had a girl and she knew that matter-of-fact my girl was partner's
that
Had a fall out, disagreement, yeah an argument
She tried to do me so we did it in my apartment, bust it
That wasn't the thing it must have been the way she hit the ceiling
'Cos after that she kept on coming back and catchin' feelings
I said, "Let's go my girl is coming so you gotta leave"
She said, "Oh no, I love you Treach" I said, "Now child please"
You gots to leave, come grab your coat, right now you gotta go
I said now look you to the stairs and to the stairwindow
This was a thing, a little thing, you shouldn't have put your heart
'Cos you know I was OPP, hell from the very start
Come on, come on, now let me tell you what it's all about
When you get down, you can't go 'round runnin' off at the mouth
That's rule number one in this OPP establishment
You keep your mouth shut and it won't get back to her or him
Exciting isn't it, a special kinda business
Many of you will catch the same sorta OPP is you with
Him or her for sure is going to admit it
When OPP comes, damn-skippy I'm with it


You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who's down with OPP (This whole party)
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who's down with OPP (This whole party)
Break it down!

If you wanna see something patriotic there's a stripper
He don't that look that good but he's got an all american smile
That fills his underwear with all the lonely dollars
From all the lonely men who no one ever suffers
Who wait around the bar and spend all their lonely hours
Who're already gone no ones running for cover
The farther they run away the more you have to hide in the dark
White as a worm that crawls through the patriot's heart

It's so red white and blue the way he works the bar
Selling his embraces like Mr. President or a falling star
And he don't care if you're worldly or wise
He's looking for men with sin in their eyes and
He always says the same thing: he says how're you doing baby
I'm your rod and your staff and for a tip you can touch me
And after a few tequilas he becomes something holy
And this crappy little bar with its sweating mirrors and mildewed ceiling
Has more love than even natural selection
And dollar for dollar babe - it's a better bargain
The more you pay the more it can break you all apart
Dollars pour like ashes from the patriot's heart

He knows that your good time will someday kill him
But the thought of getting old does not thrill him
He says give me all your money and don't tell me what your thinking
I'm the past you wasted I'm the future your obliterating
C'mon Grandpa - tell me what you're celebrating
That your heart finally dried up
Or that it finally stopped working and
How you make a dead man come is the undertaker's art
Make 'em shine like the alcohol that preserves the patriot's heart

See him fade with the dawn and a pile of Washingtons
With his head in a spin - happy to pass out again
He would rather fade into the static than hear the violins
That whine like old lovers who whine that they loved him
He would rather laugh alone in the dark with the soft hands of heaven
Because it leaves him alone with his new entertainment system
He does it for the money but he gives more than he's given
He does it for the money but he gives more than he's given
And it's only when he's naked he feels his heart
In the whorehouse desert of the patriot's heart

We all want a patriot's heart
We all want a patriot's heart

"Patriot's Heart" by Mark Eitzel

"It is complete now
Two ends of time are neatly tied
A one way street she's walking to the end of the line.
There she meets the faces she keeps in her heart and mind, they say
Goodbye, tomorrow Wendy you're going to die

Underneath the chilly gray November sky
We can make beleive that Kennedy is still alive
We're shooting for the moon and smiling Jackie's driving by
They say, good try, tomorrow Wendy you're going to die.

I told the priest don't count on any second coming
God got his ass kicked the first time he came down here slumming
He had the balls to come, the gall to die and then forgive us
No, I don't wonder why, I wonder what he thought it would get him.

Hey, hey goodbye, tomorrow Wendy's going to die

Only God says jump, so I said how high
But if he ever saw it it was through these eyes of mine
And if he ever suffered it was me who did his crying.

Hey hey goodbye tomorrow Wendy's going to die."


This is a personal favorite song of mine by Concrete Blonde. The song was written by Andy Priboy and was written about a friends death from AIDS. The music is very haunting and the lyrics send chills up my spine every time I hear it.

My arms bear a payment to liberty
My mind aghast
Smashes the chains of tyranny
Pale and excitable, they flail around
The naked agression we feel
My heart's chemical incendiaries
Correct the past
Walk -- and on water we try
Weak and emotional, insufferable,
Security softens the lie

And as the fog gets clearer
Shadows in our eyes appear
The weak get strong and nearer
And condensation tears are brushed away

-- Julian Cope, "Kolly Kibber's Birthday"

Phantom of the American Mother

Watch this picture blow
It makes you wonder
Bless this broken low
It takes time to explain to you
That underneath your skin is mother dear
And if you paint your face again you'll disappear

How you gonna feel?
If Superman and Sonic Youth are fairy tales
It's time to face the truth
You'll throw your life away
As the woman dressed as Baby Jane

Like a Phantom of the American Mother
It's here again
Like a Phantom of the American Mother

And all that you're concealing
are the things that are good in you
And you do
And you're still abandoning the news
Now there's a sinking look in your eyes
Like black holes in the sky
And every time you moved I realized
That everything in you was hypnotized

How you gonna feel?
If Superman and Sonic Youth are fairy tales
It's time to face the truth
You walk the Hall of Fame
A woman dressed as Baby Jane

Like a Phantom of the American Mother
It's here again
Like a Phantom of the American Mother

So here it is you needed proof
There's no Rock N Roll parade for you
It's time to face the truth

Like a Phantom of the American Mother
It's here again
Like a Phantom of the American Mother

- Catherine Wheel

I am just a poor boy and my storys seldom told
Ive squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest, hmmmm

...

In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him
til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains
Yes he still remains

Sundown and you better take care
If i find you've been creapin' 'round my backstairs...

Just a dream and the wind to carry me, soon i will be free!!

Don't you get me wrong
Don't you get me wrong
Don't you get me wrong, now
Don't you get me wrong
Don't you get me wrong
Don't you get me wrong
Don't you get me wrong, now
Don't you get me wrong

I kissed a girl and I think I liked it...The taste of her cherry Chapstick.....

And I lift my glass to the awful truth
Which you can't reveal to the ears of youth
'Cept to say it isn't worth a dime

from "Closing Time", by Leonard Cohen

Rosebuds scattered across the lawn like the squares at Waterloo
With bayonets of thorns repelling small children in search of
lost tennis balls
Imaginary cannonballs that were fired at the legs of galloping
cavalry
Resting their dreams in the shade of the apple trees
Toy soldiers drunk on warm lemonade
And the children dream of glory and Fortunes of War
Safe in bed with stories of Fortunes of War, Fortunes of War

As the sun sets low on these playing fields
An army returns bearing swords and shields
Dustbin lids and raspberry canes they'll live to fight another
day
For warriors medals, milk bottle tops
Battle flags fashioned from mother's old table cloths
Bright colours run in the summer rain

Sometimes when they fall they will pretend that their hankie is
a bandage to stop the bleeding
And imagine city streets and desert storms and foreign fields
There's bullets flying, these are the Fortunes of War

I heard a wheelchair whisper across a stale, stagnant gymnasium
Trailing an ivy league jacket like a matador
Through the jitterbug steps of the night before
I followed him down to the church parade
Where he makes his peace every armistice day
I watched him fade away, melt in the autumn rain

For sometimes when they fall they can't pretend
That the hankie is a bandage that can't stop the bleeding
They're out in city streets and desert storms or foreign fields
With bullets flying, these are the Fortunes of War
While their children dream of glory and Fortunes of War
Safe in bed with stories and Fortunes of War
Of uniforms and glory, Fortunes of War, Fortunes of War

Definitely in a Fish mood at the moment:

Listen to me
Just hear me out
If I could have your attention
Just quieten down for a voice in the crowd
I get so confused and I don't understand
I know you feel the same way you've always wanted to say
But you don't get the chance
Just a voice in the crowd

I don't know the score anymore
It's not clear anymore
I can't tell right from wrong anymore
I just don't understand
I was sitting here thinking of exchanging a new world for old
Like changing the channels on TV
Or the dirt that we stand in to gold

When I was young
My father told me just bad guys die
At the time just a little white lie
It was one of the first but it hurt me the most
And the truth stung like tears in my eyes
That even the good guys must die
There's no reasoning no crimes and I never knew why
Even now it still makes me cry

If there's somebody up there, could they throw me down a line
Just a little helping hand, just a little understanding
Just some answers to the questions that surround me now
If there's somebody up there, could they throw me down a line
Just a little guiding light to tell wrong from right
Just some answers to the questions that I'm asking you
I keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors
Where nothing here is ever what it seems
You stand so close but you never understand it
For all that we see is not all that it seems, am I blind?

And you sit there and talk revolution
But can you tell me just who's in command?
When you tell me the forces we're fighting
Then I'll join you and gladly make plans
But for now only our t-shirts cry freedom
And our voices are gagged by our greed
Our minds are harnessed by knowledge
By the hill and the will to succeed
And if that's not what you believe
Would you just let me know
I'm not standing alone
That I'm not just a voice in the crowd

If there's somebody up there, could they throw me down a line
Just a little helping hand, just a little understanding
Just some answers to the questions that I'm asking you
If there's somebody up there, just throw me down a line
Just a little guiding light to tell wrong from right
Just some answers to the questions that I'm asking you
I'll keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors
Where nothing is exactly how it seems
You're reaching out, you're so close you can touch it
But it all disappears when it's always so near
But one day we will find that we stand in the light
Until then I'll keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors
Nothing here is ever what it seems
I'm scared to shout in case I draw attention from the powers
That preside over our minds and our lives
When they find what I want is the deadliest weapon, that istruth

Day by day it's getting louder
And day by day it's getting stronger
But when I can't scream no more and I need reassurance,
I listen to the crowd

And the boy stood and stared at the hill
And the hill - it stared back

"I look around,
my room is filled with candles,
each one a story,
but they end the same..."

Queensryche - The Mission

(song sung from the perspective of a Catholic hitman who lights a candle for each person he kills)

Disposable Heroes by Metallica

Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
Victim of what said should be
A servant `til I fall

Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Just do as we say
Finished here, Greeting Death
He's yours to take away

Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blindman

Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now
Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
More a man, more stripes you wear, glory seeker trends
Bodies fill the fields I see
The slaughter never ends

Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Just do as we say
Finished here, Greeting Death
He's yours to take away

Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blindman

Why, Am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, Hell is here

I was born for dying

Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
Left to die with only friend
Alone I clench my gun

Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Just do as we say
Finished here, Greeting Death
He's yours to take away

Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blindman

Back to the front.


(possibly my favorite song of all time)

I may be there
Maybe try to comfort me with
My vacant stare
That hangs above your vacant chair

Your eyes are lost in mine
Or are they my eyes lost in yours?
I try to entwine
The wonder that we have there

Oh, no, no, dear
Have you been coming here again?
Listening to me singing
Or is it me singing loud and clear and
I was not without you
Though I tried so hard to be you
No, no, not without you
I'm being very good at being you but
All the times that we shared
I knew that my eyesight was being impaired
I knew something was wrong
And I soon found out it was bad...

And everything I do
Seems to be reflecting you
I try my hand at work
But work seems to be for an earlier person
I'm not too late
Please don't leave me out there
You say you're not too late
To come and hear me singing
All the time
I knew that all the time
I was there singing
I was there singing
But you never knew
All the times I spent being you
To make up for you not being here
All those times that we shared...


Julian Cope, "Me Singing"

Marillion, "Easter"

A ghost of a mist was on the field
The grey and the green together
The noise of a distant farm machine
Out of the first light came
A tattered necklace of hedge end trees
On the southern side of the hill
Betrays where the border runs between
Where Mary Dunoon's boy fell

Easter here again, a time for the blind to see
Easter, surely now can all of your hearts be free

Out of the port of Liverpool
Bound for the North of Ireland
The wash of the spray and horsetail waves
The roll of the sea below

And Easter here again, a time for the blind to see
Easter, surely now can all of your hearts be free

What will you do?
Make a stone of your heart?
Will you set things right?
When you tear them apart?
Will you sleep at night?
With the plough and the stars alight?

What will you do?
With the wire and the gun?
That'll set things right
When it's said and done?
Will you sleep at night?
Is there so much love to hide?

Forgive, Forget
Sing "Never again."

"And I know you're a lonely one
And I know it's a nightmare
To be sounds on the radio
To be stuck in a small town
Where you two are the only ones
We still blame rock & roll!"

-- The Milwaukees, "Rock & Roll #3"

(Any errors are all mine-- I tried to quote it as I listened.)

Lily Allen "The Fear"

I want to be rich and I want lots of money
I don’t care about clever. I don’t care about funny
I want loads of clothes and fu*#loads of diamonds
I heard people die while they’re trying to find them

And I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless
‘Cuz everyone knows that’s how you get famous
I’ll look in the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track. Yeah, I’m on to a winner

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
And I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
And when do you think it will all become clear?
‘Cuz I’m being taken over by the Fear

Life’s about film stars and less about mothers
It’s all about fast cars and cussing each other
But it doesn’t matter ‘cuz I’m packing plastic
And that’s what makes my life so fu*#ing fantastic

And I am a weapon of massive consumption
And it’s not my fault; It’s how I’m programmed to function
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track. Yeah, we’re on to a winner

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
And I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
And when do you think it will all become clear?
‘Cuz I’m being taken over by the Fear

Forget about guns and forget ammunition
‘Cuz I’m killing ‘em all on my own little mission
Now, I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner
And everything’s cool as long as I’m getting thinner

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
And I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
And when do you think it will all become clear?
‘Cuz I’m being taken over by the Fear

Metric "Sick Muse"

Watch out Cupid
Stuck me with a sickness
Pull your little arrows out
Let me live my life

You better watch out Cupid
Stuck me with a sickness
Pull your little arrows out
Let me live my life
The one I'd better lead
All the blondes are fantasies

And we looked at them eleven ways
You said, "Look at me". And looked away
And you wrote the song I wanna play
I'll write you harmony in C

Everybody just wanna fall in love
Everybody just wanna play the lead

Watch out Cupid
Stuck me with a sickness
Pull your little arrows out
And let me live my life

She said, "I'm with stupid"
Money is a sick muse
Pull your little arrows out
Let me live my life
The one I'd better lead
All the blondes are fantasies

And we looked at them eleven ways
You said, "Look at me". And looked away
And you wrote the song I wanna play
I'll write you in harmony C

Everybody just wanna fall in love
Everybody just wanna play the lead

There's a song that I sing
wherever I'm sad
feeling bad.
There's a place in my head
that I go
when I'm feeling low.

I can trust in the melody.
In this song I can find me.
Every since I've lost you I've been so lost too.
In our love there was harmony
and I wanted to see
this love through with you.

This Song is Familiar-Funkadelic

Kevin Gilbert, Goodness Gracious

Goodness gracious, is there nothing left to say?
When the ones that get to keep looking are the ones that look away
It's pabulum for the sleepers in the cult of brighter days

Goodness gracious, at the mercy of the crooks
We're broke and stroking vegetables and there's way too many cooks
In every pot a pink slip, in every mouth a hook

Goodness gracious, i'm not listening anymore
'Cause the spooks are in the white house and they've justified a war
So wake me when they notify we're gonna fight some more

Goodness gracious, not many people care
Concern is getting scarcer, true compassion really rare
I can see it on our faces, i can feel it in the air
Goodness gracious me

Goodness gracious, my generation's lost
They burned down all our bridges before we had a chance to cross
Is it the winter of our discontent or just an early frost?

Goodness gracious, of apathy i sing
The babyboomers had it all and wasted everything
Now recess is almost over and they won't get off the swing

Goodness gracious, we came in at the end
No sex that isn't dangerous, no money left to spend
We're the cleanup crew for parties we were too young to attend
Goodness gracious me

Goodness gracious my grandma used to say
The world's a scary place now, things were different in her day
What horrors will be commonplace when my hair starts to grey?