From the moment I saw your face I knew I could never take living for granted I froze right in my place, as I became aware of the ground on which my feet were planted
And as your eyes were focused on the alphabet in your video screen I stood there and stared in disbelief
I was speaking to you with my voice You were speaking to me by choosing letters with your eyebrow You didn’t have no choice And yet you had an attitude like that’s just the way that it goes now
I started talking to you about the fish swimming in your aquarium But all the while I wanted to take away your pain
Susan I owe you an apology Susan I owe you an apology For all the days I just let slide right through my hands You are the woman with the strength of 10,00 men
From the moment I saw your face I knew all my so-called troubles were nothing You put me in my place I knew right then I better start living for something
There ain’t nobody alive that can keep your spirit down No one can keep you from changing what just ain’t fair
Susan I owe you an apology Susan I owe you an apology For all the days I just let slide right through my hands You are the woman with the strength of 10,000 men
And the words come ticking out and the words bring us together And the words come ticking out and the words must keep you sane
Susan I owe you an apology Susan I owe you an apology For all the days I just let slide right through my hands You are the woman with the strength of 10,00 men
An oldie, but goodie. Pretty great sound for just 2 people.
You heard that we were great
But now you think we’re lame
Since you saw the show last night
You hoped that we would rock
And knock it up a notch
Rockin’ was nowhere in sight
And it’s never good when it goes bad
No one likes to feel like they’ve been had
And it may be okay
But you won’t wear our t-shirts now
Not anymore
First the band looked wired
Then the band looked tired
Sluggish and a little slow
He’s walking through the set
As drunk as he could get
And what the hell was wrong with Joe?
And you could tell the crowd was fading fast
Every song we played looser than the last
And it may be okay
But you won’t wear our t-shirts now
All the kids, they hold a grudge
Their minds are logged on to the net and
All the kids, they hold a grudge
You fail them and they won’t forget it
All the kids are tired and turn away
They saw what you did
You’re all wrong and all the kids are right
You heard that we were great
But now you know we’re lame
Since you saw the show last night
You hoped that we would rock
And wished that we’d just stop
And finally we said goodnight
When we had returned for the encore
You and half the room had headed for the door
No one wanted more
All the kids, they hold a grudge
Their minds are logged on to the net and
All the kids, they hold a grudge
You fail them and they won’t forget it
All the kids, they’re tired and turn away
All the kids they hold a grudge
Their minds are logged on to the net and
All the kids they hold a grudge
You fail them and they won’t forget it
All your cred won’t save you from the kids
They saw what you did
You’re all wrong and all the kids are right
Next
Writer(s): Joseph W. Daniels, David Scott Lucas
Copyright: Polygram Int. Publishing Inc., The H. That Was Local Music
The Kay Hanley (from Letters to Cleo) version isn’t too bad, either
You never write
You never call
You just stand around and smile so happily
Look, I’m a man. You never knew. There’s worser things that you have done to me.
Well I should cry
but I’ve done too much already I can’t lie
cause you’re better then, than I’ll ever be
and that won’t take us back to you and me
being all alone.
You call me names
and you’re never home
all I’ve got to show is a kiss and drum
You talk too much
but not to me
there’s too much of this love I’ve never seen
but I should cry
but I’ve done too much already
I can’t lie
cause you’re better then, than I’ll ever be
and it won’t take us back to you and me
being all in love
You dirty rat you broke my heart
I can’t believe it went this far
turn off the heat. blow out the spark
Now I gotta say what I have said
I look alive but I feel dead
but as for us are still good friends?
NO NO NO
well I should cry…
but I’ve done too much already
I can’t lie
cause you’re better then, than I’ll ever be
and it won’t take us back to you and me
being all alone
You dirty rat
I gotta say
you sure know how to wreck my day
turn off the sun and walk away
and now I know just what to find
and now its you who’s next in line
but as for us it was the best of times
When you attend a funeral,
It is sad to think that sooner or
Later those you love will do the same for you.
And you may have thought it tragic,
Not to mention other adjec-
Tives, to think of all the weeping they will do.
But don’t you worry.
No more ashes, no more sackcloth.
And an armband made of black cloth
Will some day never more adorn a sleeve.
For if the bomb that drops on you
Gets your friends and neighbors too,
There’ll be nobody left behind to grieve.
And we will all go together when we go.
What a comforting fact that is to know.
Universal bereavement,
An inspiring achievement,
Yes, we all will go together when we go.
We will all go together when we go.
All suffuse with an incandescent glow.
No one will have the endurance
To collect on his insurance,
Lloyd’s of London will be loaded when they go.
Oh we will all fry together when we fry.
We’ll be french fried potatoes by and by.
There will be no more misery
When the world is our rotisserie,
Yes, we will all fry together when we fry.
Down by the old maelstrom,
There’ll be a storm before the calm.
And we will all bake together when we bake.
There’ll be nobody present at the wake.
With complete participation
In that grand incineration,
Nearly three billion hunks of well-done steak.
Oh we will all char together when we char.
And let there be no moaning of the bar.
Just sing out a Te Deum
When you see that I.C.B.M.,
And the party will be “come as you are.”
Oh we will all burn together when we burn.
There’ll be no need to stand and wait your turn.
When it’s time for the fallout
And Saint Peter calls us all out,
We’ll just drop our agendas and adjourn.
You will all go directly to your respective Valhallas.
Go directly, do not pass Go, do not collect two hundred dolla’s.
And we will all go together when we go.
Ev’ry Hottentot and ev’ry Eskimo.
When the air becomes uranious,
And we will all go simultaneous.
Yes we all will go together
When we all go together,
Yes we all will go together when we go.
The recorded version I have also includes this intro
I am reminded at this point of a fellow I used to know who’s name was Henry, only to give you an idea of what an individualist he was he spelt it HEN3RY. The 3 was silent, you see. Henry was financially independent having inherited his father’s tar-and-feather business and was therefore able to devote his full time to such intellectual pursuits as writing. I particularly remember a heart-warming novel of his about a young necropheliac who finally achieved his boy-hood ambition by becoming coroner. (moderate laughter) The rest of you can look it up when you get home. In addition to writing he indulged in a good deal of philosophizing. Like so many contemporary philosophers he especially enjoyed giving helpful advice to people who were happier than he was. One particular bit of advice which I recall, which is the reason I bring up this whole, dreary story is something he said once before they took him away to the Massachussetts state home for the bewilderd. He said: “Life is like a sewer: what you get out of it depends on what you put into it.” It’s always seems to me that this is precisely the sort of dynamic, positive thinking that we so desperately need in these trying times of crisis and universal broo-ha-ha, and so with this in mind I have here a modern positive dynamic uplifting song in the tradition of the great old revival hymns. This one might more accurately be termed a survival hymn.
Like a little vacation
Like a little old song that I want to hear
Like a big libation
Like a flattering sentence whispered in my ear
That’s what I want
Every time I try what I’m trying for
Why don’t we have a little symposium
Where everybody takes the floor, yeah
Like a scenic vista
Like a long awaited chemical buzz
Like a far off twister
Like an unexpected pleasant run-in with the fuzz
That’s how I feel
Every time I feel like I want to feel so
Why don’t we have a little council meeting
And hash out something real, yeah
Robert’s rules of order will be, be observed
I’ll be the parliamentarian
With an unswerving dedication
Like a little vacation
Like a little old song that I want to hear
Like a big libation
Like a flattering sentence whispered in my ear
That’s what I want
Every time I try what I’m trying for so
Why don’t we have a little coucil meeting
Where everybody takes the floor
Robert’s rules of order will be, be observed
Yeah, I’ll be the parliamentarian
With an unswerving dedication, yeah
