Gold Fish Bowl
(Instrumental & sax into)
What will it take for them to leave me alone?
Don't they know I'm just a guy who sings songs?
I'm not promoting no hit record
And I don't have no t.v. show
An' I don't have no reason
To live in the gold fish bowl
I'm just doin' my gigs
An' I'm on an' off the road
Ev'rything I say is not meant to be
Set in stone
Just because they call me a celebrity
That does not make it true
'Cause I don't believe in the myth, people
So, why should you?
Jazz, blues and funk
That's not rock an' roll
Folk with a beat an
Little bit a soul
I don't have no hit record
I don't have no t.v. show
Tell me, why should I have to
Live in this gold fish bowl?
(Instrumental and organ)
Well, the parasites and psychic vampires
Feeding on the public at large
Projectin' the shadow
Onto everyone at us
Well, the newspaper barons
Are scum of the lowest degree
And they prey on ev'rybody
They prey on you an' me
I'm singin' jazz, blues and funk
Baby, that's not rock an' roll
An' folk with a beat
An' a little bit a soul
I don't have no hit record
I don't have no t.v. show
So, why should I want to
Live in this gold fish bowl?
(Instrumental & sax)
So why should I want to
Live in this gold fish bowl?
song performed by by Van Morrison
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That Feeling
that feeling of being
a gold fish
inside a round glass bowl
where your world
is only water and
sand
and then hand takes
it and breaks the bowl on the floor
a gold fish wriggles
gasping for air
there is none
do you feel this now?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Nonsense Poem - a Villanelle
A little mouse sings in a bowl
A little fish runs on a wheel
A little worm hops in a hole
A little hat has lost its sole
A little petal has no peel
A little mouse sings in a bowl
A little dog dances a reel
A little frog jumps on a mole
A little fish runs on a wheel
A little boat rings out a peal
A little bell loses its keel
A little mouse sings in a bowl
A little rock slips on a seal
A little perch walks on a pole
A little fish runs on a wheel
A little card shakes on a deal
A little sigh fancies a meal
A little mouse sings in a bowl
A little fish runs on a wheel
poem by Alison Cassidy
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The Fish In The Fishbowl...
i see fish in a bowl
the size of the fish is just
enough for the bowl
and water is half-full
the fish swims freely and
breathes
air and lets it pass through
its lungs and three bubbles
rise up
and then disappears
at the surface
outside the house it is raining
heavily
the news of the river overflowing
the banks
is flashed on tv
warnings are given by the government
evacuation is eminent
carry only those which are necessary
foremost
save lives of the children and
the old sector
we are ready
we are not taking this fish bowl
the fish can take of itself
when we left
the fish flips its fins and breathes faster
releasing more bubbles on the surface of the water
it is the only creature i think
that is happy.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Walk The Talk
where do you live?
i ask him
'i live there' he says,
pointing to a far place
it is a greenery, a forest opaque to the mist,
there is a path that leads there
on bare feet, and without any burden
to carry on
your back,
he says he is an honest man
and shall live with it for many years to come
he says he comes from a family of honest genealogy
and he thrives on simple living and word of honor
his face has a very gentle disposition
like that of the
common lamb
his words are soft
like a rose that you enclose with your hand
before he left for his intended journey
i had a bowl of rice and a
dried fish in my kitchen
i almost believe him
until my bowl of rice
and dried fish are all gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rock 'N Roll Soul (Live)
Rock & Roll Soul
Grand Funk Railroad
We're having a party, yeah, yeah, everybody's invited,
The new generation along with the old.
If you could get with it just a little more, it don't take much tryin',
You'll find out if you've got some rock & roll soul, baby.
Ain't everybody in the world. So when you know what you got, let everybody know,
You got some rock & roll soul.
So when you know what you got, let everybody know,
You got some rock & roll soul.
I know it when I'm feelin' groovy,
It's kind of funky like an old-time movie.
I can feel it and it's really something,
It's really something when my heart starts pumpin', yeah.
Tell everybody you know, you got some rock 'n roll soul.
Tell everybody you know, you got some rock 'n roll soul.
Tell everybody you know, you got some rock 'n roll soul.
Tell everybody you know, you got some rock 'n roll soul.
Tell everybody you know, you got some rock 'n roll soul.
Tell everybody you know, you got some rock 'n roll soul.
Tell everybody you know, you got some rock 'n roll soul.
From: domingos pereira costa
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Rock Show
Whats that man holding in his hand?
He looks a lot like a guy I knew way back when
Its silly willy with philly band
Could be . . . . . oo-ee . . . . . .
Whats that man movin cross the stage?
It looks a lot like the one used by jimmy page
Its like a relic from a different age
Could be . . . . . oo-ee . . . . . .
If theres rock show
At the concertgebow
Theyre got long hair
At the madison square
Youve got rock and roll
At the hollywood bowl,
Well be there . . . . . . oo yeah . . . . . . .
The lights go down - theyre back in town o.k.
Behind the stacks you glimpse an axe
The tension mounts you score an ounce ole!
Temperatures rise as you see the white of their eyes
If theres rock show
At the concertgebow
Youre got long hair
At the madison square
Theyve got rock and roll
At the hollywood bowl,
Well be there . . . . . . oo yeah . . . . . . .
In my green metal suit Im preparing to shoot up the city
And the ring at the end of my nose makes me look rather pretty
Its a pity theres nobody here to witness the end
Save for my dear old friend and confidante - madamoiselle kitty
Whats that man movin to and fro?
That decibel meter doesnt seem to be reading low.
But they was louder at the rainbow
Could be . . . . . oo-ee . . . . . .
If theres rock show
At the concertgebow
Theyre got long hair
At the madison square
You got rock and roll
At the hollywood bowl,
Well be there . . . . . . oo yeah . . . . . . .
If theres rock show . . . . . . .
If theres rock show . . . . . . .
If theres rock show . . . . . . .
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Sonata For You
You need to have companionship
You need to have a vocation
You have to frame yourself
You have to take the world with you
You need to set boudaries
You live in that fish bowl and you need to come out
I am the plant inside that fish tank
You need to spend time with people
And get to know people
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Away The Bowl
Our grateful hearts with temperance burn,
Away, away the bowl,
From dram shops all, our steps we turn,
Away, away the bowl;
Farewell to rum and all its harms,
Farewell the wine-cup's boasted charms,
Away the bowl, away the bowl, away, away the bowl.
See how that staggering drunkard reels!
Away, away the bowl;
Alas, the misery he reveals,
Away, away the bowl;
His children grieve, his wife's in tears!
How sad his once bright home appears!
Away the bowl, away the bowl, away, away the bowl.
We drink no more, nor buy nor sell,
Away, away the bowl!
The grog-shop's offers we repel,
Away, away the bowl.
United in a temperance band,
We 're joined in heart, we 're joined in hand,
Away the bowl, away the bowl, away, away the bowl.
poem by John Pierpont
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Futile is Life if Swapped!
A fish out of its water-bowl!
A Pup within a fishes’-bowl!
–Unnatural are both these things,
And life could end for both earthlings!
Fish-gills are meant for oxygen
Dissolved in water and not air;
Pup’s lungs need air to breathe and live;
It can’t stay long under-water!
Fish-fins help it to move about
In water most effortlessly;
A pup can’t be confined without
the needed space to run and play!
All lives are meant for habitats
Specifically pre-destined;
One cannot live a normal life,
With living conditions exchanged!
God made the land for beasts with lungs
To breathe the oxygen in air;
God made the fish cold-blooded to
Swim freely and feed in water.
God made each being with purpose;
Man cannot fly like birds of air;
Nor can he live within water;
Each one must know his/her confines!
Why risk one’s life to do a thing,
Which is not worth the risks, one takes?
Why play with life – a priceless gift
From God above to all earthlings?
The fool endangers his one life
To do something that is worthless;
Great souls will sacrifice their lives
In saving many more brethren!
Life is most precious wealth on earth;
Spend all our wealth to save our health.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-5-2008
poem by John Celes
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Raised On Rock
(words & music by mark james)
I remember as a child I used to hear
Music that they played lord with a feel
Some call it folk, some call it soul
People let me tell you it was rock and roll
I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
Every day when I got home I turned on my radio
Listening to the music that my idols made
I knew every single record the djs played
A honky tonk a hound dog, a johnny b. goode
Chain gang, love is strange, knock on wood
I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
I was born to love the beat I was made for rock and roll
I thought it was a fad, thought that it would pass
But the younger generation knew it would last
Times gone by, the beat goes on
But every time I hear it lord it takes me home
I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
Every day when I got home I turned on my radio
Mother played recordings of beethovens fifth
Mozarts sonatas down the classical liszt
My papa loved to listen to his country songs
While I was in the back room rockin on
I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
I was born to love the beat I was made for rock and roll
I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
I was born to love the beat I was made for rock and roll
I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Top Rank Suite
Rain on the river
Turns the torrent to a flood
Swim or youll never rise above
Two lonely people
Can mend a broken heart
Love youll never fall apart
But can you tell me why?
They made a good bowl of chili at the jazz club
They played a good game of football in mucron
They got everyone off at the top rank babe
If you could ever get into their suite
Avenue tombola and social
We just drove right on by
We were on our way to the big time babe
To the great gold record in the sky
Sun in the morning
Brings the flowers from a bud
Hail to the giver
Life and love
Two lonely people
Can mend a broken heart
Love youll never fall apart
But can you tell me why?
They made a good bowl of chili at the jazz club
They played a good game of football in mucron
They got everyone off at the top rank babe
If you could ever get into their suite
Avenue tombola and social
We just drove right on by
We were on our way to the big time babe
To the great gold record in the sky
But can you tell me why?
song performed by by Moody Blues
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God Gave Rock 'n' Roll To You
God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you
Put it in the soul of everyone
Do you know what you want? You don't know for sure
You don't feel right, you can't find a cure
And you're gettin' less than what you're lookin' for
You don't have money or a fancy car
And you're tired of wishin' on a falling star
You gotta put your faith in a loud guitar
Chorus:
God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you
Gave rock and roll to everyone (oh yeah)
God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you
Put it in the soul of everyone
"Now listen"
If you wanna be a singer, or play guitar
Man, you gotta sweat or you won't get far
Cause it's never too late to work nine-to-five
You can take a stand, or you can compromise
You can work real hard or just fantasize
But you don't start livin' till you realize - "I gotta tell ya!"
God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you
Gave rock and roll to everyone
God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you
Put it in the soul
(Instrumental break)
God gave rock and roll to you (to everyone he gave the song to be sung)
Gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to everyone
God gave rock and roll to you (to everyone he gave the song to be sung)
Gave rock and roll to you, saved rock and roll for everyone
Saved rock and roll
chorus repeats out...
"I know life sometimes can get tough! And I know life sometimes can be a
drag!
But people, we have been given a gift, we have been given a road
And that road's name is... Rock and Roll
song performed by by Kiss
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Funk Pop A Roll
Funk pop a roll beats up my soul
Oozing like napalm from the speakers and grill
Of your radio
Into the mouths of babes
And across the backs of its willing slaves
Funk pop a roll consumes you whole
Gulping in your opium so copiously from a disco
Everything you eat is waste
But swallowing is easy when it has no taste
They can fix you rabbits up
With your musical feed
They can fix you rabbits up
Big money selling you stuff that you do not need
Funk pop a roll for fish in shoals
Music by the yard for the children they keep
Like poseable dolls
The young to them are mistakes
Who only want bread but theyre force-fed cake
Funk pop a roll the only goal
The music business is a hammer to keep
You pegs in your holes
But please dont listen to me
Ive already been poisoned by this industry!
Funk pop a roll beats up my soul
song performed by by Xtc
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Funk Pop A Roll
Funk pop a roll beats up my soul
Oozing like napalm from the speakers and grill
Of your radio
Into the mouths of babes
And across the backs of its willing slaves
Funk pop a roll consumes you whole
Gulping in your opium so copiously from a disco
Everything you eat is waste
But swallowing is easy when it has no taste
They can fix you rabbits up
With your musical feed
They can fix you rabbits up
Big money selling you stuff that you do not need
Funk pop a roll for fish in shoals
Music by the yard for the children they keep
Like poseable dolls
The young to them are mistakes
Who only want bread but theyre force-fed cake
Funk pop a roll the only goal
The music business is a hammer to keep
You pegs in your holes
But please dont listen to me
Ive already been poisoned by this industry!
Funk pop a roll beats up my soul
song performed by by Xtc
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A Muse From The Forest
The white gold,
The black gold,
The red gold,
The yellow gold,
'Obroni-Nephew' is about to teach you all;
Like the very call of a muse from the forest.
The Chinese eat all animals, fish and insects;
The very call from the forest with a view but,
Do you like to be fed with crocodile meat?
The lizard meat,
The lion meat,
The tiger meat,
The snake meat,
The elephant meat,
Life is like that for many who eat everything;
The Chinese eat all animals, fish and insects.
Life is like a visit to the biggest cemetery on earth,
Do you like to be fed with cockroaches?
Whatever we eat today,
We will be burried one day.
Of the brown gold,
Of the orange gold,
Of the green gold,
Of the blue gold,
The Chinese eat all meat, fish and insects.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Men As Predators
Each bird of prey sat lonely on a seat close to the wall,
Deducing and watching each fish with cup of beers in their hands.
Cunningly they caress the lips with their thumb
Fingers,
But in spite of the beers they feel the taste for lust.
Although their seeming rocky heart won't melt into larva, still they feel a degree of taste.
About ten to fifteen birds leap from their seats
To trap the preys:
Bacci on their beaks, with smoke nourishing the air; they trapped the fish in their claws,
Clanging each fish with hopeful touch;
Dancing, whispering to the fish with pound of delusive golds in their hands;
Each fish has accepted the gold and left with
The birds to be devoured cold
Upon the womb of Rhea where they thought gold did sprout.
poem by Pedro Moshood
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Its Only Rock n Roll
(rodney crowell)
Well, its only rock and roll keep you running from yourself
When the only way to slow down is to fall
And its only rock and roll that caused you to leave home
When the only way to get back is to crawl
But the record people love you they can get you on the bill
Change your name to money dress up fit to kill
People all around you everywhere you go
Dont worry if they love you son its only rock and roll
Yes and its only rock and roll keep you jumping all the time
When you really ought to sit this one out
And its only rock and roll keep on messin with your mind when
You dont know what theyre talkin about
All around the world everywhere you go
People got to have it cause its only rock and roll
Its only rock and roll yes its only rock and roll
People all around you everywhere you go
Dont worry if they love you, cause its only rock and roll
Well its only rock and roll when your moneys in the mail
And your loves on the back of the bus
And its only rock and roll when your records start to sell
And you dont know why theyre making such a fuss
Telephone receiver ringin off the wall
Can I get witness each and every call
Second that emotion chased into your soul
Dont worry lest you linger, son its only rock and roll
Its only rock and roll yes its only rock and roll
People all around you everywhere you go
Dont worry if they love you, cause its only rock and roll
Its only rock and roll. yeah its only rock and roll
All around the world everywhere you go
People got to have it son its only rock and roll
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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The Storm...!
My tiny car
Is gliding on
The grey band
Dissapearing into
A white wall
Gelled water
Falling from the sky
Floating across
The windshield
Has transformed
The wiper blades
Into two giant icicles
Swooshing across the glass
Making creepy sounds
The whiteness
Has conceled
The world around
Making me a fish
Swimming in a
Bowl of milk
A fish swimming alone
In a giant bowl of curdling milk
Trying to reach to the glass wall
And press its eye on to the glass
To peek at the solitary face
Gazing at the glass bowl
With her chin resting on her hand
Waiting...
Waiting for me to
Emerge through the milky darkness
To show my face...!
[Ah... glass walls... cruel invisible separators...]
poem by Rowving Smith
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Uncle Albert
Venus And Mars/Rock Show
Paul McCartney & Wings
Sitting in the stand of the sports arena
Waiting for the show to begin
Red lights, green lights, strawberry wine
A good friend of mine, follow the stars
Venus and Mars
Are alright tonight
Whats that man holding in his hands?
He looks a lot like a guy I knew way back when
Its silly willy with the Philly band
Could be...... Oo-ee.........
If there's a Rock Show
At the Concertgebow
They've got long hair
At the Madison Square
You've got Rock and Roll
At the Hollywood Bowl
We'll be there.......... Oh yeah.........
The lighst go down - they're back in town O.K.
Behind the stacks you glimpse an axe
The tension mounts you score an ounce Ole!
Temperatures rise as you see the white of their eyes
If there's a Rock Show.........
In my green metal suit I'm preparing to shoot up the City
And the ring at the end of my nose makes me look rather pretty
Its a pity there's nobody here to witness the end
Save for my dear old friend and confidante - Madamoiselle Kitty
Whats that man movin' to and fro?
That decibel meter doesn't seem to be reading low
But they was louder at the Rainbow
Could be.......... Oo-ee..........
If there's a Rock Show
At the Concertgebow
They've got long hair
At the Madison Square
You've got Rock and Roll
At the Hollywood Bowl
We'll be there.......... Oh yeah.........
If there's a Rock Show......
If there's a Rock Show......
If there's a Rock Show......
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The Sea’s Fish
Fish are commands of the sea,
Opening our shelves and brilliance.
Guard yourself from the hungry fish,
Letting them go in the sea and ocean.
Inside the fish are fishes, of gold,
Of silver and flesh, of simple metal.
Let this be a challenge for the mighty in health,
Not for a soul too weak, afraid of fish.
poem by Naveed Akram
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