Love
The Beat Goes On
Nobody's Knockin'
Utopia
Hero
Soldiers Song
America
Precious Bride
Rainbow Over Zion
Big Top
Joe Blue Collar
Tyranny
Hand in Hand
Love
The Beat Goes On
Nobody's Knockin'
Utopia
Hero
Soldiers Song
America
Precious Bride
Rainbow Over Zion
Big Top
Joe Blue Collar
Tyranny
Hand in Hand
Love
Love, Love, Love
It makes the world go
round
What we all need now
is
Love, Love, Love.
U got 2 fall if U
want 2 fly
If U really want 2
live then U got 2 die
So leggo Ur ego
Cmon here we go
Lay ur pride down.
In lui of a eulogy
Lets get together and
find a way 2 b free
When we dance 2 da
rhythm & da melody
We can turn this
world around.
It aint about U and
it aint about me
We’re all 1 river on
da way 2 da sea
Lets flow together
& move 2 da beat
We can turn it
upside-down.
It aint about the
singer its about the song
U don’t have 2 know
da words 2 sing it all day long
When U feel da
back-beat
Jump 2 ur feet
Let it all come out
Chorus
Perfect Love doesn’t
need any laws
It drives away fear
and breaks down all our walls
No tribe or nation
No segregation
Resistance is futile
2 this celebration.
Darkness cant exist
in the presence of light
Theres no need 2
struggle
There’s no need 2
fight
Let Ur light shine
Don’t resist just
exist
Darkness will flee
without raising a fist.
If its gonna work we
got 2 get on board
1 soul 1 body 1 mind
& 1 accord
Unplug from the
machine
Smoke a little green
Cmon into da flow.
Talkn bout a real
live community
Where love is the
only authority
Not 2 be confused w
this society
Talkn bout a different
kind of energy.
Chorus
Don’t listen 2 da
media man
Don’t buy what he’s
selln u got 2 understand
He’s been telln U
lies, U’ve already been told
1 bite of his apple
and he’ll take control.
Poison 4 da minds of
da masses
Cmon everybody, get
off your asses
Throw a brick thru ur
TV screen
Tune in2 Ur soul and
unplug from da machine.
Stop throwin stones
of fear and pride
In the direction of
the reflection of the darkness inside
Open ur eyes and take
a look @ ur self
B4 U cast judgement
on some-body else.
Lose the illusions
created by ur pride
Peel back the layers
2 find what’s deep inside
Open ur eyes and lose
the disguise
Recognize that we are
One.
Chorus
Truth always has more
than 1 side
If it doesn’t set u
free its just another lie
It always makes u
sing
U can’t mistake the
ring
Its in tune w ur
soul.
Find a way 2 let it
all out
Make a joyful noise
Sometimes u got 2
scream and shout
Yell it from the
rooftops Love is what its all about
Oh, yea-yea-yea
Chorus
Some things are worth
reapeating, so one more verse and I’ll stop preachn, its not about u, not about
me, leggo ur ego & flow 2 da sea.
The Beat Goes On.
Momma always told
me…listen 2 da song
When u get da blues
just turn ur radio on
Drown out the
static…theres confusion all around
Dance 2 da rythym son,
Listen 2 da sound
The beat goes on and
on
And the world turns
round
Can u feel da rythym?
Can u feel da sound?
The man on da corner
aint got any shoes
I listen 2 him
singin…He don’t ever sing da blues
His songs r his
children…Born of joy and strife
He sings about
salvation…And everlasting life
He say da Holy Spirit…Whispers
in his ear
Love is the answer…
that will drive away our fear.
He say god is all
around us…Speakn everyday,
we got 2 learn 2
listen…We got 2 learn 2 pray.
Chorus.
All of the planets
revolve around 1 sun
All of the seven seas
are one
All of the people, we
got 2 be free
All of the rivers
flow into the same sea.
Chorus
Love
revolution…revolution 4 ur soul.
Nobody’s Knockn.
I met Jesus @ a
karaeoke bar last night…singin “By-Bye Ms. American Pie”
He said the music
aint never gonna die…then he bought me a beer.
I was half-lit talkn
bout a revolution, and he was telln me bout the mental institution
He broke out the
night b4…dug his way out w a soup-spoon thru the floor.
He said this
generation is in such a mess…cuz the prophets got lost in the wilderness
And were replaced w
television evangelists… and nobody’s knockn on da door.
Nobody’s knockn on da
door anymore
We’ve all forgotten
what we’re searching for
But we’re searching
just the same…
We’ve all been caught
in the wheels of this game
Pannin for gold and
searchin for fame…
Sub-urban yuppies and
homeless hippies
Prophets and
preachers runnin round in their skippy’s
Donning the garb of
self-righteous enlightenment
Pious cliché’s
already been spent
On the mass
production of movies, cd’s and books
Where stars are
created with images and looks
Shallow minds, you
know the kine
Self-proclaimed
prophets that lay claim 2 find
Some secret way 2 get
in the back door
They’ll push U down 2
da floor
W slick hands and a
greasy countenance
Peddling their
teachings 4 dollars and cents.
Fear! Red Terror
Alert!
Trust daddy Sam and
u’ll never get hurt
just give up ur
rights and pay ur dues
watch CNN and FOX
news.
Chorus.
Are we prophets
crying in the wilderness?
Or are we lost
children, screaming in the woods?
Are we victors
raiding the plunder, or thieves fightn over da goods?
We’ve turned our
history 2 fables…Our identities 2 labels
The theif breaks in
and steals while the bandits raid outside.
We’ve turned our
parables 2 riddles…turned our laws 2 dots and tiddles
The theif breaks in
and steals while the bandits raid outside.
Is ‘god’ really on
our side? …or is in god we trust a lie?
…that we print on the
back of what we really do confide?
Chorus.
Utopia
Im a Utopian from
Utopia tryn 2 find my way home
I’ve been everywhere,
headn 2 nowhere and im just passn thru
Im a stranger on the
side of the road, are you goin my way I gotta wayz 2 go
Im headn 2 da
promised land
I’ve heard some
people talk about redemption
They say there’s
mansions in the sky 4 U and me
I just want 2 b free
oh-oh yea x2
I’ve been searchn and
I been wanderin tryn to find my way home
Stuck in Babylon tryn
2 get myself free
Ima stranger on the
side of the road
Are U goin my way I
gotta wayz 2 go
Im headn 2 da
promised land
Chorus
Truth is Love and
Love will set us free
It doesn’t lord above
it lives inside of you and me
Or Maybe we’re all living in a yellow submarine
But that’s what I
believe in x2
Chorus
Hero
Step outside- your
cage of doubt and fear
To this world
confide- who you are and why you’re here
Don’t ask them-who
you are meant 2 B
Their eyes are dim-
they’re cryin cant U see?
What we need is a
hero
Someone to stand and
show the way
We are the chosen
generation
Redefine the human
race
Dispell the lies- The
truth will set us free
Recognize- the light
in you and me
Its shining
bright-for all the world to see.
Chorus
Soldier’s Song
A soldier falls
today. Who will sing his song?
His carriage waits
beside the sea. Would you care 2 come along?
A child cries 2day.
Who will dry her tears?
Who will sing a
lullaby and wash away her fears?
Awaken from your
slumber cuz its time to make your stand
Its time to make your
stand
Time slips thru our
fingers like tiny grains of sand
Tiny grains of sand
Come with me today
into the morning mist
Place your hand in
mine, upon my lips a kiss
Tears fall like rain
to the sea from the sky
The carriage now
awaits for tomorrow we may die.
I lift my hands up
high as black cloud hides the sun
Tears falling from
the sky they land on everyone.
Awaken from your
slumber cuz its time to make amends
The flood is drowning
us
…drowning us for our
sins x2
America
I met a girl on the
train ride home
Her name was America
She was from the land
of glass towers that scraped the sky
She hadn’t seen the
sun in quite some time
She looked out the window
and then she turned away x2
America, America x2
She said she was
writn a book about the human race
She asked me who I
thought was winning
I thought for a
moment she was only kidding
Then I saw the look
in her eye
She said in this
world theres only 2 kinds
Winners and losers
and she asked me which was I
I thought for a
moment she was only kidding
Then I saw the look
in her eyes
America, America x2
I said well Im busted
flat im broke and dry and homeless
Im just a number to
you
Im a poet, Im a
prophet and a singer
I’ll sing my songs
for you
She looked me in the
eye and then she turned away x2
Precious Bride
The red sea has been
parted, the promised land awaits
The veil is torn
asunder, look into your lover’s face
The garden of Eden,
it has been restored
The gates of hell
shall not prevail, walk thru the open door
Precious Bride remove
your veil, you’re not a slave anymore
Im your husband not
your Baal, spread your wings and soar
Precious Bride remove
your veil
You’re not a slave
anymore.
The towers of Babel
have been knocked 2 the ground.
The remnant has been
called forth, united by the sound
The temple has been
destroyed, there’s not one stone left unturned
They rebuild it from
the ruins but soon its gonna burn
Chorus
Why do you make a
deal w the devil?
The price has already
been paid x2
Come out of her my
people.
Rainbow Over Zion
How can we move
forward if we’ve forgotten where we’ve been?
History has been
re-written by the stroke of the devil’s pen
There’s a rainbow
over Zion, and Babylon is falln down x2
They build castles
and temples out of steel and stone and sand
They crucify our
prophets, we gotta make our stand
Chorus
Scattered raindrops
gather, let the river flow
Rip up all the
asphalt, and let the green grass grow
Chorus
Children dance on
broadway, no shoes on their feet
Dancing 2 da
Rythym…Movin 2 da beat
Chorus
Big Top
Politics, Smolitiks,
and the circus is in town
The republican
convention called to order by a clown
Purple clad
transvestites swing on a trapeze
As soldiers in
fatigues are killn babies overseas
All this talk of
peace on earth just seems like such a tease
But does it really
matter anyway?
Its never really fun
2 have 2 say…
The big top’s comn
down x3
Shimmering doubloons
and empty promises of fame
It only costs ur
heart and soul if you want 2 play the game
Pick a card assume
the role as the prophesy is read
Shooting star falls
from the sky and winds up in the devils bed
Chorus
The goldfish fill
their bellies as the children laugh with glee
They’re throwin coins
into the fountain
They’re so alive and
free
If you have a line
and hook you’ll have enough to pay the fee.
Chorus.
Tight rope walker
drown out the sound of all the mass confusion comn from the ground
Eyez straight ahead,
focus empty head, cuz the big top’s comn down.
Joe Blue-Collar
Here lies Joe
Blue-Coller, he died of boredom for the sake of a dollar
He never had a life
that he could call his own
Spent his dayz singn
the workin mans blues
Sold his soul so he
could buy his shoes
Broke his back tryn
to pay off the loan
What a shame sucha
tragedy
A victim of the
corporate economy
A cog in the wheel of
this society
Whatever happened 2
democracy?
We’re gathered here
to bid Joe farewell
And pray to god his
soul didn’t go to hell
Isn’t 40 years in the
corporate world enough?
He fell off the
corporate ladder
His wallet always
thin as his bosses’ grew fatter
If he didn’t make
heaven at least he got a 401K.
Chorus.
He had a rich uncle
named uncle sam
He didn’t make the
funeral cuz he didn’t give a damn
He always took his
money no matter how broke he was
And he’d give it to a
bum so he could get a buzz
The biggest chuck he
took went 2 social security
Just last month he
paid the note on some old man’s RV
Took more than a
quarter out of every dollar he made
Even though joes dead
uncle sam still gets paid.
Tyranny
They say have no
other gods before me…don’t take my name in vain
If you step outside
their lines they’ll label you insane
They’ll lock you up
or take you out…they’ll screw you either way
If you’re gonna fight
for freedom son you’re gonna have to pay
Be careful what you
say…Be careful what you do
The all seeing eye
has got its sights on you
Be careful what you
do…Be careful what you say
Look what they did to
Jesus, John Lennon, and JFK
You better go to
work…support the economy
Pay all your taxes
cuz you cant live here for free
Pledge your allegiance…to
the red, white, and blue
If you don’t fall in
line they’ll point the cannon right at you
Chorus
Keep marchin to their
beat…don’t get out of line
Cuz if they think
you’re one of them…You’ll be doin time
They’ll shoot you in
the head…they’ll nail you to a cross
They’ll cut off all
your toes if you run away from the boss
They call it
democracy…behind the veil it’s tyranny
Chorus
They’ll call you a
terrorist if you don’t support their cause.
They’ll invade your
country and impose on you their laws
They’ll drop bombs on
your village if you don’t bow down to your knees
They’ll pave over
your fields and build their factories
They call it
democracy…behind the veil is tyranny.
Hand in Hand
The sky is falling
and all this acid rain… its eatin our crops and its eating our brains
The raidio-waves are
driving our children insane
The shit’s bout to
hit the fan.
There’s fluoride in
the water and methane in the air…the ozone layer’s gotta big tear
They’re strippn all
of the rain-forest bare
The shit’s bout to
hit the fan.
Florida is sinkin
just like the Titanic…hurricanes aren’t the only reason for panic
Tourists and
snowbirds drownin in the Atlantic
The shit’s bout to
hit the fan.
They say it’s the end
of the world…but what I don’t understand
If the end is comin,
why are we all runnin
Why don’t we walk
hand in hand.
The world’s gonna end
and we’re all gonna die, if something should happen to our oil supply
They keep pumpin and
pumpin and the well’s runnin dry
The shit’s bout to
hit the fan.
Our babies are
starving cuz they’re raisn the rent
My social security’s
already been spent
Im still payn
interest on what I been lent
The shit’s bout to
hit the fan
Chorus
The hippies are hiding out in the woods
sharing their weed and they're sharing their goods
leavin their suburban neighborhoods
cuz the shit's bout to hit the fan
the christians are singing and prayin in masses
hoping that Jesus will save their asses
teaching their children in sunday school classes
that the shit's bout to hit the fan
Chorus
The hippies are hiding out in the woods
sharing their weed and they're sharing their goods
leavin their suburban neighborhoods
cuz the shit's bout to hit the fan
the christians are singing and prayin in masses
hoping that Jesus will save their asses
teaching their children in sunday school classes
that the shit's bout to hit the fan
The ice-caps are
sinkin the north pole’s gonna melt
Santa’s goin down
with his sled and his elves
The mayan calander
ended in 2012
The shit’s bout to
hit the fan.
Chorus.
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