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Look out gringo!
Here I come now
Priority lane
Me white person
White male person
Top of the food chain

God save the spleen
And Shangai surgery

God save the spleen
Your kidney belongs to me
Iy belongs to me, God save the spleen

No moral issues
It’s you or me, dude
Whistle the organ transplant song
Your government sanctions
Are far beyond tiptop
Is this liver Falun Gong?

From the pharynx and larynx
To your Johnson and your skin
All just a million Taiwan dollars
Say you can’t win

God save the spleen
And Shangai surgery
God save the spleen
Your kidney belongs to me
It belongs to me
You belong to me

Second grade citizens, prisoners and activists
Sure as hell won’t case me any sleepless nights
Your anatomy
Fits perfectly
Fuck violations of human rights
Do not hit the waist
The stuff inside is useful!
Be careful with the waist
The stuff inside is useful!
Do not hit the waist!
Careful with the waist!
It’s harvest time!
It’s harvest time!
Harvest time!

God save the spleen
And Shangai surgery
And surgery
God save the spleen
Your kidney belongs to me
It belongs to me
You belong to me
God save the spleen
 


There are stars
In the southern sky
Southward as you go
There is moonlight
And moss in the trees
Down the seven bridges road

Now I have loved you like a baby
Like some lonesome child
And I have loved you in a tame way
And I have loved you wild

Sometimes theres a part of me
Has to turn form here and go
Running like a child from these warm stars
Down the seven bridges road

There are stars in the southern sky
And if ever you decide
You should go
There is a taste of time sweetened honey
Down the seven bridges road
 


Did you ever see a man with no heart
Baby that was me
Just a lonely, lonely man with no heart
Can you set me free?

I can breathe, I can breathe
I can see, I can see
I can touch, I can touch
I can feel, I can feel

I can taste the sweetness of your kiss
You show me all the things I ever missed

I never felt like this
I'm Alive, I'm Alive, I'm Alive

Well I used to think I was livin'
But I was wrong
No, I never knew a bit about livin'
Until you came along

I can breathe, I can breathe
I can see, I can see
I can touch, I can touch
I can feel, I can feel

I can taste the sweetness of your kiss
You show me all the things I ever missed

I never felt like this
I'm Alive, I'm Alive, I'm Alive

Well I used to think I was livin'
But I was wrong
No, I never knew a bit about livin'
Until you came along

I can breathe, I can breathe
I can see, I can see
I can touch, I can touch
I can feel, I can feel

I can taste the sweetness of your kiss
You show me all the things I ever missed

I never felt like this
I'm Alive, I'm Alive, I'm Alive
I'm Alive, I'm Alive, I'm Alive
 


You will not be able to stay home, brother
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag
And skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised

The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
Blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell
General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat hog maws
Confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary
The revolution will not be televised

The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theater and will not star Natalie Woods
And Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs
The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner
Because the revolution will not be televised, Brother

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
Pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run
Or trying to slide that color TV into a stolen ambulance
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
Or report from 29 districts
The revolution will not be televised

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
Brothers on the instant replay
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
Brothers on the instant replay

There will be no pictures of Whitney Young
Being run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy Wilkens
Strolling through Watts in a red, black and green
Liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies and Hooter ville Junction
Will no longer be so damned relevant
And women will not care if Dick finally gets down with Jane
On search for tomorrow because black people
Will be in the street looking for a brighter day
The revolution will not be televised

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock news
And no pictures of hairy armed women liberationists
And Jackie Onassis blowing her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones
Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink or the Rare Earth
The revolution will not be televised

The revolution will not be right back after a message
About a white tornado, white lightning, or white people
You will not have to worry about a dove in your bedroom
The tiger in your tank or the giant in your toilet bowl
The revolution will not go better with Coke
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised
Will not be televised, will not be televised
The revolution will be no re-run brothers
The revolution will be live
 


Well, the first thing I want to say is: Mandate my ass!

Because it seems as though we've been convinced that 26% of the registered voters, not even 26% of the American people, but 26% of the registered voters form a mandate or a landslide. 21% voted for Skippy and 3, 4% voted for somebody else who might have been running.
But, oh yeah, I remember. In this year that we have now declared the year from Shogun to Reagan, I remember what I said about Reagan, I meant it. Acted like an actor. Hollyweird. Acted like a liberal.
Acted like General Franco when he acted like governor of California, then he acted like a Republican.

Then he acted like somebody was going to vote for him for president. And now we act like 26% of the registered voters is actually a mandate. We're all actors in this I suppose.

What has happened is that in the last 20 years, America has changed from a producer to a consumer and all consumers know that when the producer names the tune, the consumer has got to dance. That's the way it is. We used to be a producer - very inflexible at that, and now we are consumers and, finding it difficult to understand. Natural resources and minerals will change your world. The Arabs used to be in the 3rd World. They have bought the 2nd World and put a firm down payment on the 1st one. Controlling your resources we'll control your world. This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now.

They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they want to be diplomats or continue the same policy - of nuclear nightmare diplomacy. John Foster Dulles ain't nothing but the name of an airport now.

The idea concerns the fact that this country wants nostalgia. They want to go back as far as they can even if it's only as far as last week. Not to face now or tomorrow, but to face backwards. And yesterday was the day of our cinema heroes riding to the rescue at the last possible moment. The day of the man in the white hat or the man on the white horse - or the man who always came to save America at the last moment - someone always came to save America at the last moment - especially in "B" movies. And when America found itself having a hard time facing the future, they looked for people like John Wayne. But since John Wayne was no longer available, they settled for Ronald Reagan and it has placed us in a situation that we can only look at -like a "B" movie.

Come with us back to those inglorious days when heroes weren't zeros. Before fair was square. When the cavalry came straight away and all-American men were like Hemingway to the days of the wondrous "B" movie. The producer underwritten by all the millionaires necessary will be Casper "The Defensive" Weinberger - no more animated choice is available. The director will be Attila the Haig, running around frantically declaring himself in control and in charge. The ultimate realization of the inmates taking over at the asylum. The screenplay will be adapted from the book called "Voodoo Economics" by George "Papa Doc" Bush. Music by the "Village People" the very military "Macho Man." "Company!!!
"Macho, macho man!"
"Two-three-four."
"He likes to be .. well, you get the point."
"Huuut! Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left, right, left, right…!"

A theme song for saber-rallying and selling wars door-to-door. Remember, we're looking for the closest thing we can find to John Wayne. Clichés abound like kangaroos - courtesy of some spaced out Marlin Perkins, a Reagan contemporary. Clichés like, "itchy trigger finger" and "tall in the saddle" and "riding off or on into the sunset." Clichés like, "Get off of my planet by sundown!" More so than clichés like, "he died with his boots on." Marine tough the man is. Bogart tough the man is. Cagney tough the man is.

Hollywood tough the man is. Cheap steak tough. And Bonzo's substantial. The ultimate in synthetic selling: A Madison Avenue masterpiece - a miracle - a cotton-candy politician…Presto! Macho!

"Macho, macho man!"

Put your orders in America. And quick as Kodak your leaders duplicate with the accent being on the dupes - cause all of a sudden we have fallen prey to selective amnesia - remembering what we want to remember and forgetting what we choose to forget. All of a sudden, the man who called for a blood bath on our college campuses is supposed to be Dudley "God-damn" Do-Right?

"You go give them liberals hell Ronnie." That was the mandate to the new Captain Bligh on the new ship of fools. It was doubtlessly based on his chameleon performance of the past: as a Liberal Democrat. As the head of the Studio Actor's Guild, when other celluloid saviors were cringing in terror from McCarthy, Ron stood tall. It goes all the way back from Hollywood to hillbilly. From Liberal to libelous, from "Bonzo" to Birch idol, born again. Civil rights, women's rights, gay rights: …it's all wrong. Call in the cavalry to disrupt this perception of freedom gone wild. God damn it, first one wants freedom, then the whole damn world wants freedom.

Nostalgia, that's what we want…: the good ol' days, when we gave'em hell. When the buck stopped somewhere and you could still buy something with it. To a time when movies were in black and white, and so was everything else. Even if we go back to the campaign trail, before six-gun Ron shot off his face and developed hoof-in-mouth. Before the free press went down before full-court press, and were reluctant to review the menu because they knew the only thing available was...Crow.

Lon Chaney, our man of a thousand faces: no match for Ron. Doug Henning does the make-up; special effects from Grecian Formula 16 and Crazy Glue; transportation furnished by the David Rockefeller of Remote Control Company. Their slogan is, "Why wait for 1984? You can panic now...and avoid the rush."

So much for the good news….

As Wall Street goes, so goes the nation. And here's a look at the closing numbers: racism's up, human rights are down, peace is shaky, war items are hot. The House claims all ties. Jobs are down, money is scarce, and common sense is at an all-time low on heavy trading. Movies were looking better than ever, and now no one is looking, because we're starring in a "B" movie. And we would rather had...John Wayne.

We would rather had...John Wayne.

"You don't need to be in no hurry.
You ain't never really got to worry.
And you don't need to check on how you feel.
Just keep repeating that none of this is real.
And if you're sensing, that something's wrong,
Well just remember, that it won't be too long
Before the director cuts the scene. yea."

"This ain't really your life,
Ain't really your life,
Ain't really ain't nothing but a movie."

[Refrain repeated approximately 20 times]

"This ain't really your life,
Ain't really your life,
Ain't really ain't nothing but a movie."
 
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A lonely teenage daydream,
Of things I just might be,
A surreal kind of thinking,
Keeps on drifting in on me,
My twisted body is lifeless,

Not so their twisted minds,
Peace through power their motto,
Power through peace their crime,

Product of our environment [x8],

Maybe one day they will legalize weed,
In the year TWO 'G' the planet could be deceased,
We plead to the fleece while we're beggin' on our knees,
In our hometown Cali with bears and green trees,
Birds and the bees, hot sand on the beach,
Shells in the sea and I'm living in peace,
Like a dog on a leash locked up with no key,
I gotta smoke under cover, Motherfuck the police,

Yeah, see the matching hand and they're robbing from the hat,
The laws an illusion to symbolize that,
Putting us in jail for the ?? tax,
I can see the wires in the levitating act,
I can hear the lies and they're calling them facts,
I can see the bars and they're lookin all cracked,
I read between the lines but the lines are all cracked,
I can feel the knife turning in my back,

How would life be if the world smoked weed?
Guaranteed there'd be peace not greed,
See, it's hell,
Living in a cell,
Legalize the plant only time will tell,

How would life be if the world smoked weed?
Guaranteed there'd be peace not greed,
See, it's hell,
Living in a cell,
Legalize the plant only time will tell,

You are a sacred being of light,
Projected into reality for a purpose,
Demand the right to your moment,
In this holographic gift with no rules, no borders,
Except for those who you choose to accept and live by,

Abolish government means nothing to me,
Forget about god, he's not here to see,
We live by a system, a perfect mold,
People perfect people who are poor and old,
Lies were spent on a sad defense,
They said we're lookin for a method in this world ??,
Presidents are named,
Presidents are labeled highest man on the government table,

America, land of the free,
Free to the power of the people in uniform [x2],

How would life be if the world smoked weed?
Guaranteed there'd be peace not greed,
See, it's hell,
Living in a cell,
Legalize the plant only time will tell,

How would life be if the world smoked weed?
Guaranteed there'd be peace not greed,
See, it's hell,
Living in a cell,
Legalize the plant only time will tell,

Society, fuck it!
I've had enough!
The system's full of crooks, straight up corrupt,
You look like a decoy by the knife a duck,
And your money keeps em smokin on a BC Bluff,
You're caught up in the headlights of my V-Dub bus,
TSOL and the Kings about to even things up,
Your birds will take all the air out the sky,
Bring em down to our level,
You can work, can't hide,

Product of our environment [x8]

A lonely teenage daydream,
Of things I just might be,
A surreal kind of thinking,
Keeps on drifting in on me,
My twisted body is lifeless,
Not so their twisted minds,
Peace through power their motto,
Power through peace their crime,

The government keeps tight control over the population,
While the schools teach the kids restricted education,
Murder, Rape, Sex, Underage prostitution,
They got the war on pot, they got the wrong solution,

I wake and I bake, nowhere to escape,
Livin' life in a tank they invade my space,
Betrayed full of hate while they're shootin all blanks,
Society's lost in a paranoid state,

It's the illusion of ownership, It's take what you can get,
The banks are the loan sharks and everyone's in debt,
And if you get ahead how quickly you forget,
You're hanging from a burning rope without a safety net,
They tax you when you sell,
They tax you when you buy,
They take half when you live,
They take half when you die,
These are the lies that they are stating as facts,
I can see the wires of the levitating act,

How would life be if the world smoked weed?
Guaranteed there'd be peace not greed,
See, it's hell,
Living in a cell,
Legalize the plant only time will tell,

How would life be if the world smoked weed?
Guaranteed there'd be peace not greed,
See, it's hell,
Living in a cell,
Legalize the plant only time will tell,

I'm glad that I can read,
I'm glad that I can write,
I read their fuckin bullshit,
Every single night,
When off in my head went a little fuckin light,
It told me what was wrong it told me what was right,
World bank-Power and control,
Issuing the money and they're dollin' out the roles,
Charging what they want to with the money, the control,
Living in their nightmare, giving them your soul
 
Absolutely one of my all time favorite pieces of recorded music.
(all 17:06 of it!)



You've got to be crazy, you gotta have a real need
Gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
You got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
Then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You've got to strike when the moment is right, without thinking

And after a while you can work on points for style
Like the club tie and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be trusted, by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder, and harder and harder as you get older
Yeah, And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer ah---

And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown as you go down, all alone
Dragged down by the stone


(Hello)



I gotta admit, that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me, as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my own way out of this maze?

Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer

Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack (Breaking away from the pack)
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone

Who was dragged down by the stone
 



Guitar - John Petrucci
Drums and Percussion - Mike Portnoy
Keyboards - Jordan Rudess
Bass and Chapman Stick - Tony Levin
 


Lightning crashes a new mother cries
Her placenta falls to the floor
The angel opens her eyes
The confusion sets in
Before the doctor can even close the door

Lightning crashes an old mother dies
Her intentions fall to the floor
The angel closes her eyes-
The confusion that was hers
Belongs now to the baby down the hall

Oh I feel it, comin' back again
Like a rollin', thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it

Lightning crashes a new mother cries
This moment she's been waiting for
The angel opens her eyes
Pale blue colored iris
Presents the circle
And puts the glory out to hide, hide

Oh now feel it, comin' back again
Like a rollin', thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it
I can feel it
I...

Oh I, Oh I, Oh I...

I can feel it, comin' back again
Like a rollin', thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it

I can feel it, comin' back again
Like a rollin', thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it

I can feel it, comin' back again
Like a rollin', thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it
 
Oh shit, I forgot just how much I liked this band back in the 90's



If the mother goes to sleep with you
Will you run and tell Geraldo
If the mother bears your children without tears
Without the usual costs of labor

If the mother goes to bed with you
Will you run and tell the neighbors
Will you hide behind that get up that you wear
Or will take the first ear that comes into contact with your blade like peter did on the hill

Will you call her a freak
Will you call them freaks

If the mother goes to bed with you
Will you run and tell the papers
How she picked you from a line up in downtown philadelphia with a cigarette hangin' out of your mouth and Henry Miller in your back pocket
(you little fucker)

If the mother goes to bed with you
In the bowels of the cathedral
Will you render her asunder with what she really needs
Or will you crash that beautiful silence with some talk about finding yourself in your mother's arms

Will you call her a freak
Will you call them freaks
Or will you call them gods
Will you call them freaks

You know you sperm is weak

You never looked, so high
To ever find her so low
You did not have to go, that far

Now you know they're gonna come for you
And drag your silly name into the mud
If the mother bears your children without tears
Without the usual costs of labor
(Labor, labor, labor, labor)

Will you call her a freak
Will you call them freaks
Or will you call them gods
Will you call them freaks

You know you sperm is weak

You never looked, so high
To ever find her so low
You did not have to go, that far
To show her you were, show her your were holy

To show her you were holy
To show her you were holy
To show her you were holy
To show her you were holy, baby
 


And to love: a god
And to fear: a flame
And to burn a crowd that has a name

And to right or wrong
And to meek or strong
It is known, just scream it from the wall

I've willed, I've walked, I've read
I've talked, I know, I know,
I've been here before

Hey, now we won't be raped
Hey, now we won't be scarred like that
Hey, now we won't be raped
Hey, now we won't be scarred like that

It's the sun that burns
It's the wheel that turns
It's the way we sing that makes 'em dream
And to Christ: a cross
And to me: a chair
I will sit and earn the ransom from up here

I've willed, I've walked, I've read
I've talked, I know, I know,
I've been here before

Hey, now we won't be raped
Hey, now we won't be scarred like that
Hey, now we won't be raped
Hey, now we won't be scarred like that

And to love: a god
And to fear: a flame
And to burn a love that has a name

I've willed, I've walked, I've read
I've talked, I know, I know,
I've been here before

Hey, now we won't be raped
Hey, now we won't be scarred like that
Hey, now we won't be raped
Hey, now we won't be scarred like that
 


Our love is like water
Pinned down and abused for being strange
Our love is no other
Than me alone for me all day
Our love is like water
Pinned down and abused

Hey

All over you, all over me
The sun, the fields, the sky
I've often tried to hold the sea
The sun, the fields, the tide
Pay me now, lay me down

Our love is like water
Pinned down and abused for being strange
Our love is no other
Than me alone for me all day
Our love is like angels
Pinned down and abused

All over you, all over me
The sun, the fields, the sky
I've often tried to hold the sea
The sun, the fields, the tide
Pay me now, lay me down
Pay me now, pay me now
Lay me down, lay me down, lay me down
All over you, all over me
All over you, all over me
Pay me now, lay me down, down
Pay me now, pay me now
Lay me down, lay me down, lay

Our love is like water
Pinned down and abused for being strange
Our love is no other than me alone

Hey, hey, hey

All over you, all over me
The sun, the fields, the sky
I've often tried to hold the sea
The sun, the fields, the tide
Pay me now, lay me down, down
Pay me now, pay me now
Lay me down, lay me down, lay

Hey, yeah
 


She was living in a single room w/ 3 other individuals, one of them was a male, and the other two, well

hell the other two were females. God only knows what they were up to in there, and furthermore Susan I

wouldn't be the least bit surprised to learn that all four of them habitually smokes marijuana

cigarettes, reefers that is

I smoke two joints in the morning, I smoke two joints at night
I smoke two joints in the afternoon, it makes me feel alright
I smoke two joints in time of peace, and two at time of war
I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints, and then I smoke two more

Freaky freaky freaky
Smoked cigarettes 'til the day she died
Toke a big spliff of some good sensimillia
Smoked two cigarettes 'til the day she died
Freaky freaky freaky
"Easy-E were ya ever caught steppin'? " "hell nah! "
[x2:] Freaky freaky freaky

Daddy he once told me, 'You gotta be a hard working woman'
My mama she once told me, 'You gotta do the best you can'
But then one day I met a man who came to me and said
'Hard work good, hard work fine, but first take care of head'

I, wanna celebrate [x3]
 
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