You say what you say
What is more to do? You can run triple plays And retire the entire other crew But you never knew You were falling behind You were always told To run in a straight line The diamonds shine pretty But the beauty's deep inside Yet you refused to crack it open For fear of what you'd find And though all the stores close at 10 Your heart still beats on beyond then You bought what they sold And did all you were told You hardened the mold Let it sit til it was cold Made rules out of clay And called your day play Call yourself a rebel Now you're going to hell Am I going too fast For your straight A's in class Chorus: - What's that in your song? Is it more than 5 minutes long? Did you pour in air til it was full? Show meeeeeee Or is there nothing to show? - You've painted starry skies To dazzle human eyes And sell as merchandize Pretty persuasive lies You've written your book Your whole life's how long it took It doesn't show your age Coz you penned it in your cage While talking to the man who held the key And convinced you inside was your home Coz you always felt welcome Because you were never alone Never ran out of friends to love Or enemies to hate Which is which all depends on What side you were on when one locked the gate And you sing your song tonight But I've heard it all before And its possible when you sing it tomorrow You'll show me nothing more There's nothing I can show you Until it springs to your realization I can't and won't give you the key It's all in my imagination Call yourself a rebel Now you're going to hell Am I going to fast For your straight A's in class Chorus I just don't have a song To boost your state of mind To do so before you're ready Would be inexcusably unkind Wonder why you look away from me Coz you're really missing out But I guess that true freedom is something You'd be more comfortable without I'll admit your song comes from the heart And you inked it with a pen of gold But I just don't give a shit Gold's worthless to me when your heart's the same old Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard
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Rivalry Don't let me Be served on a platter If you think it matters I'm robbing People's things So everyone Will be undone Big brother teaching little brother to steal Why bother getting a job that's real Items don't need to be store bought As long as you never do get caught I'm learning how to steal what's yours and mine More thieves being robbed all of the time Chorus: Rivalry Don't let me Be served on a platter If you think it matters I'm robbing People's things So everyone Will be undone Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard Listen to the tick tock tick tock
Of the clock of your mind I think it's reached it's tip top tip top You love your musical radio Absolutely absolutely though What this is not Is Pop thought Coz pop tarts Got no heart No certainty, of security Are we really any safer than before? I'm a pacifist, so why all the rage? If you listen, I'll tell you more Coz your new way Is now your way Gotta have it your way Well, that's what they say Love conquers all Becuz they say it's true So love your family, coz No one loves your family More than you I'd like one of each please As if there were any good ones Now everybody's happy Coz all I wanna do is have fun Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard I was a man never too inclined
To livin on the Edge But I'm intendin to get loose And that's my pledge I've got these trinkets That give me good feelings Ones that I can't get From real world real things Yeah what's the point of just a little ecstasy when what I really want is too much of a good thing Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard Everyone's doing all they can
No plan they know seems to be helpin' No wonder everyone is resorting to blame That it's a devil's card game we're dealt in Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard Verse:
------ Carving messages on the barks of the trees that the roots can't do without Learning lessons the hard way, just say what you want you don't have to shout Someone's Listening Someone's Listening Breaking through the bubble that's held everyone else back, for so long Learning from our mistakes, practising what makes us not weak but strong Someone's Listening Someone's Listening Chorus: ------- All of knowledge Meant for delving Tip of the iceberg And it's melting I've written the end of history And we're just beginning to write Ours Verse: ------ All in the grey, how much of the pallet. When, how do I become someone else? Decisions and time, moving by, what should I do? Who am I? Someone's Listening Someone's Listening Learn more only if I take another class? Life or paper, which test to pass? Truth littering with a glancing phrase, undermining what we say Someone's Listening Someone's Listening Chorus: ------- All of knowledge Meant for delving Tip of the iceberg And it's melting I've written the end of history And we're just beginning to write Ours Bridge: ------- And someone's listening Someone will always be listening Spread that seed and I know Someone will be there to watch it grow It's the end of history The beginning of ours We're surrounded and I know Someone's Listening ================ I don't know if I'll be alive or Dead upon your timely arrival Figured out life's not a game of survival Just a question of whether you're gonna play Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard Listen to the tick tock tick tock
Of the clock of your mind I think it's reached it's tip top tip top You love your musical radio Absolutely absolutely though What this is not Is Pop thought Coz Pop Tarts Got no heart Can't see the forest for the trees Don't feel like knowing what that means Lost my imagination in the war No means for creation and what's more I stole your artwork It was lying there propped up against the wall There were more paintings in your house I wasn't very discriminate, I just took them all I promise to give them back once I've Torn them to shreds and copied them Found a rosebush nearby on your beautifully landscaped lawn Broke a flower off of its stem I hope you don't mind I saw the sign It said stay off the grass I walked right through though Not to be unkind Just didn't have the time To walk in anything but a straight line Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard I've got Books on the wall
Gonna read them all Gonna make me smart And then turn it into art I'm gonna: Go to school, Learn the rules, And then Break them all, Gonna Watch them fall, It's time to change the time With what they left behind for me A melting pot inside my brain It's all rubbing against the grain Gonna learn this guitar Gonna play it hard Gonna strike these strings The screaming crowd gonna hear me sing Gonna write my dreams Sow 'em up at the seams And show them to the world No longer to be unheard It's time to change the time With what they left behind for me Gonna (take it all/strike it rich) with the band Just dealt me a winning hand I've got a dollar in my pocket Gotta song and some rhythm, gonna rock it Gonna gather what I got at the concerts Gotta bandage gonna heal where it hurts, ya It's time to change the time With what they left behind for you World set in motion when time began Faith and devotion, all be doin' what you can Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard Yes, I think I've found the problem
Your son has no imagination He had it sucked from his head when he was a little boy With his cable television and his automatic toys But the most suspect reason for this debilitating drain Was found by a madman known as Shunt who leads research on the brain Though his results based on circumstance and his theories get no respect I will tell you his conclusions, what they were, in retrospect He said the key to the mind is a channel through the soul But where your son's should be there is a giant gaping hole And my advice for you, dear, is that when you get back home Simply slit both his wrists and then leave him alone I've seen this before and there is no known cure Get him off your mind and leave him behind What your son has lost, he can never gain back His mind once churned colors but now has gone black From misuse and disuse it's become too late His minds been stretched out from too much shit too dilate With anything imaginative or artistic in fact Things that are used even in science if I'm correct Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard Johnny is a growing man approaching his year 20
He's carries a jar with him where he keeps every extra penny For he knows that others don't get much, while he gets plenty He moves from place to place as his jobs don't stay the same Had a roommate for a little, Albert Herman was his name Keeps his living simple, doesn't bother him to keep things plain He walks everywhere instead of taking the bus, gets there in hours flat Saves the family back home money, and you know that that ain't bad And the world seems less hectic, coz everything isn't flying by so fast Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard |
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September 2016
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