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The Man Ain't Groovy
01:58
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THE MAN AIN’T GROOVY
Ya really need a list of reasons why the Man ain’t groovy?
Man, the Man ain’t groovy and the Man ain’t getting’ groovier.
He’s doin’ all your choosin’. When will you do your choosin’?
Choose to take the Man and throw him away.
[Chorus]
Away!
Away!
I’ll say it once again if ya still think that he’s groovy:
Man, the Man ain’t groovy and there ain’t a Man that’s groovier.
Ya think he’s changin’ anything? There ain’t no improvin’
‘Til you take the Man and throw him away.
[Chorus 2x]
Go home and yell it to your mamma, boy: the Man ain’t groovy.
Man, the Man ain’t groovy and the Man ain’t gettin’ groovier.
Don’t take a brick and smash something and call it a movement—
Ya gotta take the Man and throw him away.
We gotta take the Man and throw him away!
Come on and take the Man and throw him away!
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THE LAST GENERATION OF LOVE
Those are the people who turn children into hours.
Those are the fingers that fall from the dead.
Those are the people who hear what is said
And ignore in order to ensure the wealthy of power.
These are the people who have had enough.
These are the people who refuse to cower.
These are the people helping people to empower
The Last Generation of Love.
[Chorus]
This is the Last Generation of Love.
This is the Last Generation of Love.
That is the sound of our Earth Mother crying.
That’s a generation that don’t wanna make a stink.
That’s a television trying to tell you when to blink.
That is the process of turning the living into the dying.
These are all my brothers who have had enough.
These are all my sisters who are sick of all the lying.
I am a poet urging people from denying
That this is the Last Generation of Love.
[Chorus]
They are apparitions with a simple instruction:
They have come to buy and sell the Earth for private gain.
They are the heartless; they do not render pain
Unless it’s in the butt from a divorce or from liposuction.
We are those of the Last Generation of Love.
We are the mourning, the kept awake by pain.
We are the dying; we have everything to gain,
And it’s time that we do something more with our Love,
Oh I’m begging you: do something more with your Love!
[Chorus 2x]
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Bedbugs
03:06
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BEDBUGS
I scratch and scratch and scratch
Abandon all my stuff
I’m pulling hair by the patch
All of my skin’s falling off
They’ve set up shop in my hopes
They’ve laid their eggs in my dreams
There’s no way else I can cope
But bang my drum and scream
Oh man, they’re driving me mad!
Oh man, they’re driving me mad!
Oh, man they’re driving me mad!
[Chorus]
Oh man, I got the bedbugs!
Bedbugs!
I got the bedbugs!
Bedbugs!
I got the bedbugs!
Bedbugs!
I got the bedbugs!
Bedbugs.
Hey fellas, we gotta talk
I ain’t no home cooked meal
Eat tonight but then walk
Have we got a deal?
I laid out your choice
I made it clear and loud
Don’t turn no tree-huggin’ boy
Into a mushroom cloud
Oh man, they’re driving me mad!
Oh man, they’re driving me mad!
Oh man, they’re driving me mad!
[Chorus]
I wish I had no skin
I wish I had no face
Who the hell let you in?
Go get your own damn place!
Should I wash my sheets of your shit
Or burn my bed to the ground?
And what’d I get outa this?
Go fuck the lost & found!
[Chorus]
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4. |
A Daily Affirmation
02:53
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A DAILY AFFIRMATION
Right now
my whole life is great
and I can do anything good.
I can do anything good.
I can do anything good.
I love my mom
and I love my dad.
I love my brother
and my sisters
and my cat
and I can do anything good.
I can do anything good.
I can do anything good.
My whole life is great!
Right now
my whole life is great
and I can do anything good.
I can do anything good.
I can do anything good.
I love my friends…
and I’m making new friends.
Now I’ve got me some bird friends
and some tree friends
and some worm friends,
and I don’t care if heaven’s high above
and I don’t care if hell rages below
because today I can do anything good
and today oh that is all I care to know
and I can do anything good.
I can do anything good.
I can do anything good.
My whole life is great!
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5. |
A Boy And His Pony
06:22
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A BOY AND HIS PONY
Well I don’t care what them pony keepers say.
I’m gonna steal a pony one of these days,
And oh we’ll frolic through some fields underneath the blue sky,
Drink straight from the river and never get tired—
But if we do, we’ll just rest our heads,
Mine on her belly, and hers on our friends:
The trees and the flowers and the pink sunsets,
Me and my pony…
Me and my pony.
I don’t care what them pony keepers say.
I’m gonna steal that pony today—
The one with the ginger coat and the shiny silken mane.
How gorgeous she will look unrestricted from her chains!
She’ll look into the river and she’ll see
A pony staring back at her who’s free.
She’ll never have to worry again ‘cuz they’ll never catch me,
Me and my pony…
Me and my pony.
Oh I don’t care what them pony keepers say
‘Cuz I ran away with Pony yesterday.
Now she’s reading Emma Goldman while my toes are in the water.
I say, “It sure is hot.” She says, “It’s only getting hotter.”
And the Coho salmon cry, “We can improve.
If only we were strong enough to make this concrete move.”
So Pony says, “I’m strong; I’ll kick the dam down with my hooves.”
Three cheers for Pony!
Three cheers for Pony…
And we don’t care what the pony keepers say.
We’re gonna free all of the ponies today.
We’ll go their late at night while the guards are all asleep.
One by one will sneak them out without making a peep,
And with this pony army we’ll fight back.
One of the ponies says he’ll teach us how to hack
Into a computer that controls all the exports from Iraq.
Viva los ponies!
Viva los ponies!
And we don’t care what the timber companies say.
We’re gonna stop a clear cut today.
We’ll chain ourselves to trees in protection of our Mother
From the loggers who kill forests—they will never kill another
‘Cuz we’re pouring sugar right into their gas tanks
While ponies across town are taking shits inside of banks,
And all the trees’ll love us and they’ll shower us with thanks.
God bless you ponies!
God bless you ponies!
And we don’t care what those bourgie bastards say
We’re gonna steal a corporation today.
We’ll burn it to the ground with the use of dynamite.
They may put up some walls, but we’re putting up a fight,
Despite those rich white men who beg our pardons.
We’ll burn this fucker down and plant a garden.
I say we’ll burn this fucker down and plant a garden
For me and Pony,
Me and my pony…
Me and my pony.
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6. |
Stomp Out The Man
03:09
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STOMP OUT THE MAN
The Man, as discussed, is a tail that don’t wag
The Man is a bust, he is a king sized drag
And we’re gonna dance
We’re gonna stomp him out real good
Come on and dance
Come on and stomp out the Man
[Chorus]
The Man, the Man, stomp out the Man
The Man, the Man, stomp out the Man
Fuck you Rob Ford! Fuck you Stephen Harper!
You’re a box of black Crayolas with a broken pencil sharpener
And we’re gonna dance
We’re gonna stomp you out real good
Come on and dance
Come on and stomp out the Man
[Chorus]
The Man is the ash that falls from the butt
He’ll fall upon your shirt and insist that you sweep up
The Man is a bust
The Man is a king size drag
And we’re gonna dance
We’re gonna stomp out the Man
[Chorus 2x]
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7. |
How I Get Down
04:56
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HOW I GET DOWN
Oh I rub my ass against the wall
That’s how I get down
I make believe I’m two feet tall
That’s how I get down
But that’s not how I wanna get down anymore
I sharpen my oppressor’s knife
That’s how I get down
I’ve learned to live without my life
That’s how I get down
But that’s not how I wanna get down anymore
I do just what you tell me to
That’s how I get down
I dare not ask the same of you
That’s how I get down
But that’s not how I wanna get down anymore
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8. |
All The Animals
04:46
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ALL THE ANIMALS
All the animals must chew their cud
& all the animals must have split feet
oh all the animals must play a golden harp
& all the animals must fall asleep on cotton sheets
& all the animals must wake up in terror
& all the animals must clutch at their throats
for all the animals must pay rent to the landlords
and all the animals must die in ragged dirty coats
[Chorus]
All the animals
All the animals
All the animals
All the animals
All the animals must glue their Playboys shut
& all the animals must take cold showers for far too long
oh all the animals must wipe dry cum from off their hairy guts
& all the animals must pray that they commit no faggot wrongs
oh all the animals must not listen to their body beat
& all the animals must not listen to their lyricist
for not all the animals can fall asleep on cotton sheets
but all the animals can blame their psychotherapists
[Chorus]
Oh all the animals must pay alms to the poor
all the animals must drink dog piss and sell guitars
all the animals must marry young and hate themselves
all the animals must stack photographs on IKEA shelves
all the animals must bow down and shout out “bless it all!”
oh all the animals must sacrifice their genitals
all the animals must drink Turpentine and throw it up
to live long enough to shut the fuck up!
[Chorus]
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