Groove Dub
[ music: john lombardo/lyric: natalie merchant ]
Imitate that soured old song
There is no individuality
Only guises
Shades of
Nonconformity
There is no individuality
Selling vantage points
Low rate
There is no individuality
Questions ancient
No words claimed
Perform motions borrowed
Thoughts following
Ima tima ima tima intima
Dation
Respected
Head-he-go-round-men
Gesture display
Customer
Limits appeal
Media dictates the latest
Role
Totalitarian
Motions borrowed
Selling vantage points
Low rate
For you
Media begged
Suffered
Numbers
Pain
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Borrowed
borrowed shirts, borrowed shoes,
borrowed books, borrowed thoughts,
borrowed bed, borrowed lover,
borrowed dreams, borrowed salt.
borrowed children, borrowed mothers,
borrowed study, borrowed lives.
borrowed God, borrowed heaven,
borrowed killers with borrowed knives.
borrowed flags, borrowed lies,
borrowed virtue, borrowed freedom.
borrowed bombs, borrowed bullets,
borrowed puppets, borrowed kingdoms.
borrowed soup bowls, borrowed numbers,
borrowed tents, borrowed bridge.
borrowed hope, borrowed survival,
borrowed till it's sacrilige!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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In bourgeois society capital is independent and has individuality, while the living person is dependent and has no individuality.
Fugitives Of Love
Some people fear love,
running away when it happens.
They fear they will lose their individuality,
if they hear a beckoning heart call.
So they run to a lonely life,
never knowing the joys to be found,
when someone falls in love with someone.
They miss the bells of heaven,
ringing out on their wedding day.
They miss out on the laugher,
of watching their children,
growing up and at play.
They miss out on so many things,
because they want their individuality,
and little realise that love,
wouldn’t take their individuality away.
poem by David Harris
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Originality?
Repetition or revelation
Inspiration or imitation
Originality, individuality
Purpose, duality
Re-iteration of justification
Empty head, brain dead
Idiosyncratic representation
Copied, borrowed, re-worded
Or real
Going Through The Motions
Standing in line
At the usual time
With a dollar and a dime
Are you going through the motions?
Do you wear the latest style?
Can you guarantee a smile?
Won't you stop and talk awhile?
Are you going through the motions
(Chorus)
And is your day just a reflection of the day before?
Don't you ever stop and wonder if there's something more?
Do you really mean to tell me that you're satisfied?
Are you for real or are you going through the motions?
Heresay, theresay
Everything is fine
Are you running out of time?
Going through the motions
Some things never change
Easy chair, nine to five
Get ahead, stay alive
Are you going through the motions
(Chorus)
Stop and take a look around you
Don't say it isn't there
People going through the motions
Everywhere
I know it isn't easy
It gets tougher every day
But we keep going through the motions
Anyway
Going through the motions
song performed by by Kansas
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Goin Through The Motions
(ian hunter and eric bloom)
Producer for bonnie: jim steinman
Chant:
In and out and out and in
And up and down and all around
Were going through it
V nothing to it
V all youve got to do is do it
Going through the motions - 1,2,3,4
I go you go you go me go
Everywhere that we go well be
Going through the motions - 1,2,3,4
1,2
Going through the motions
Going through the motions
I dont really care
Cause youre going nowhere
Youve got nothing but fear in your eyes
Youre leading me on
But you can be anyone
Cause I know youll be gone when I rise
And were going through the motions
Going through the motions
Going through the motions
Going through the motions
Staying with you
Gave us something to do
I always thought it was true for a while
Your loving your lies
Youre so thinly disguised
You couldnt tell right from wrong if you tried
And were going through the motions
Going through the motions
Going through the motions
Going through the motions
To thee Ill dedicate this photograph
Ill even sign it love to you, again
And when its faded and forgotten in some book
Youll sometimes look
Youll sometimes look
Youll sometimes look
Instrumental
Its a game its a game
No lets call it a shame
Cause theres no one to blame
Its a pain
You were a friend for a day
So dont cry if I say
That you got what you want, its ok
Going through the motions
Going through the motions
Repeat chant
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Song: On Borrowed Time
We're all living on borrowed time,
Near the brooding sea and brine.
And we grow our primate's spine,
In every clime.
Since we crawled out from 'neath the grime,
And evolved to a species – prime.
We've been living on borrowed time,
On borrowed time.
On borrowed time. We feed and dine.
On borrowed time. In swill like swine.
On borrowed time. We sup our wine.
On borrowed time. On borrowed time!
On borrowed time. In slow decline.
On borrowed time. No season shines.
On borrowed time. No reason rhymes.
On borrowed time. On borrowed time!
We're all living on borrowed time,
Acting out our roles in mime,
As if you cannot tell that I'm confused.
We're all living on borrowed time,
And we're captured hook and line.
Enraptured lives entwine as minds unloose.
On borrowed time, by frantic chime,
Of doomsday clocks and scam sub-prime.
On borrowed time, we count the dime.
On borrowed time. On borrowed time!
From that day of Eve's droll crime,
When dull Adam su*ked the lime,
We've been living on borrowed time,
On borrowed time.
On borrowed time. By dread defined.
On borrowed time. Knee-deep in slime.
On borrowed time. We moan and whine.
On borrowed time. On borrowed time!
On borrowed time. To heights sublime.
On borrowed time. Statistics climb.
On borrowed time. Who reads the signs?
On borrowed time. On borrowed time!
poem by David SmithWhite
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Whats is Your Life?
Life is
Repetition or revelation
Inspiration or imitation
Originality, individuality
Purpose, duality
Re-iteration of justification
Empty headed, brain dead
Individual representation
Copied, borrowed, re-worded
Or real
What is your life?
poem by Kat Mercado
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Eat For Two
[ music: natalie merchant/words: natalie merchant ]
O, baby blankets and baby shoes, baby slippers, baby spoons, walls of baby blue.
Dream child in my head is a nightmare born in a borrowed bed.
Now I know lightning strikes again.
It struck me once, then struck me dead.
My folly grows inside of me.
I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now.
Well, the egg man fell down off his shelf.
All the good kings men with all their help struggled til the end for a shell they couldnt mend.
You know where this will lead, to hush and rock in the nursery for the kicking one inside of me.
I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now.
When the boy was a boy, the girl was a girl, they found each other in a wicked world.
Strong in some respects, but she couldnt stand for the way he begged and gave in.
Pride is for men; young girls should run and hide instead.
Risk the game by taking dares with yes.
Eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now.
Walk for two? Im stumbling.
Breathe for two? I cant breathe.
Five months , how it grows.
Five months now, I begin to show.
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Unending Life
People often consider life after life.
Maybe because they think there was no life before life
Or maybe they don't care about the life before life.
Yet if there were life before life, it's quite logical
There must be life after life;
If we were here before we were born,
We will be here after we are dead,
But if there was no individuality before,
Why would it exist afterwards?
It seems that this problem is not one of life
Or death, but an issue of ego
Which doesn't accept disappearance
Of individuality in the sea or the disappearance
Of unending life, of all in all.
poem by Dejan Stojanovic
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If Only
if only i know how to dance
then i will dance with you
if only i know how to sing
then i will sing with you
if only i know how to be you
then i will be you not just with you
you wish, and i may make your wish my command
like the genie of the three wishes
but my dear, i am myself all through and through
i dance my own dance, and i sing my own song, and i behave
the way i am, and want myself to be
i proclaim myself, my individuality, i do not wish to imitate you,
neither you to imitate me,
for if i become you and you become me,
half of you and half of me, looking alike in all ways,
a mirror image of a self to another self
will that not be boring? and damning? and degrading?
and cheap and unfashionable?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ive Suffered A Head Injury
Vanilla ice man cometh, goeth
Sampling, dealing, music stolen
To pre-pubescent girls appealing
Re-mix record contract sealing
Borrowed lyrics sung with feeling slumping
Record sales are healing
Concert hall promoters kneeling
Keeping grateful deadheads relling
Quite suppressed yet quite revealing
Influence is far from stealing
Ive suffered a head Ive suffered a head injury
Ive suffered a head Ive suffered a head injury
Techno-pop kids, stardoms rockets
Money in their labels pocket
Unrelentless, thoughtless selling
Busting charts, atop theyre dwelling
Lacking substance story telling
Lost the message in this yelling
Robbing fortunes from the willing
Endless posing, mindless chilling
Plastic icing airtime filling
Instigating art-rock killing
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Verve Pipe
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I view my role more as trying to set up an environment where the personalities, creativity and individuality of all the different employees come out and can shine.
quote by Tony Hsieh
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Selling A Car
Selling a Car.
When I bought the car
the dealer pointed out its good features.
Now that I’m selling the car
the dealer points out all its flaws.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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I Wont Buy It!
if you're selling salvation
for a one time donation...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling comfort
at the expense of the poor...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling protection
at the cost of individual rights...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling love
bought with diamonds and drugs...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling truth,
but your version of truth...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling today
at the final cost of tomorrow...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling freedom
fed by guns and invasions,
i wont buy it!
get it through your head...
i wont buy it!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Neither Beginning, Nor End!
birth and death are the same experience,
seen from different vantage points!
neither is finite...
neither beginning, nor end!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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We shall never be understood or respected by the English until we carry our individuality to extremes, and by asserting our independence, become of sufficient consequence in their eyes to merit a closer study than they have hitherto accorded us.
quote by Henry Lawson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I hope that what you take away from my album is not just the music - which I did want to be fun, and I did want it to be about individuality, but please also take away from it that there's no dream that's too big.
Daktari
[ lyrics: natalie merchant & j.c. lombardo/music: j.c. lombardo ]
Like a weasel in the clover
You tilt toss pop turn over
Sit down!
Tremble and weave like a moth
By flame deceived
Sit down!
Spill with your words caught up
Dance in your room
Slide like youre buttered up
Roll back the tomb
Sit down!
Bolt scuff jilt chase circle riddle
Shake in haste
Sit down!
When the thunderclouds sound
Ants scatter to high ground
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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We have a right, also, in various ways, to act upon our unfavorable opinion of anyone, not to the oppression of his individuality, but in the exercise of ours.
quote by John Stuart Mill
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