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HARRY CHAPIN lyrics - Dance Band on the Titanic

There Only Was One Choice

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There's a kid out on my corner -- hear him strumming like a fool Shivering in his dungarees -- but still he's going to school His cheeks are made of peach fuzz -- his hopes may be the same But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music game There are fake patches on his jacket -- he's used bleach to fade his jeans With a brand new stay pressed shirt -- and some creased and wrinkled dreams His face a blemish garden -- but his eyes are virgin clear His voice is Chicken Little's -- But he's hearing Paul Revere When he catches himself giggling -- he forces up a sneer Though he'd rather have a milk shake -- he keeps forcing down the beer Just another folkie -- late in coming down the pike Riding his guitar -- he left Kid brother with his bike And he's got Guthrie running in his bones He's the hobo kid who's left his home And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones This boy is staying acoustic. There's Seeger singing in his heart He hopes his songs will somehow start To heal the cracks that split apart America gone plastic And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth He's hitching himself way down south To learn a little black and blues From old street men who paid their dues 'Cause they knew they had nothing to lose They knew it So they just got to it With cracked old Gibsons and red clay shoes Playing 1-4-5 chords like good news And cursed with skin that calls for blood They put their face and feet in mud But oh they learned the music from way down there The real ones learn it somewhere Strum your guitar -- sing it kid Just write about your feelings -- not the things you never did Inexperience -- it once had cursed me But your youth is no handicap -- it's what makes you thirsty Hey, kid you know you can hear your footsteps as you're kicking up the dust And the rustling in the shadows tells you secrets you can trust The capturing of whispers is the way to write a song It's when you get to microphones the music can go wrong You can't see the audience with spotlights in your eyes Your feet can't feel the highway from where the Lear jet flies When you glide in silent splendor in your padded limousines Only you are crying there behind the silver screen Now you battle dragons -- but they'll all turn into frogs When you grab the wheel of fortune -- you get caught up in the cog First your art turns into craft -- then the yahoos start to laugh Then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to watch the fall They're the lost ones out there feeding on the wounded and the bleeding They always are the first to see the cracks upon the walls When I started this song I was still thirty-three The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set free Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker would be And I fantasized some tragedy'd be soon curtailing me Well just today I had my birthday -- I made it thirty-four Mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed anymore I've got this problem with my aging I no longer can ignore A tame and toothless tabby can't produce a lion's roar And I can't help being frightened on these midnight afternoons When I ask the loaded questions -- Why does winter come so soon? And where are all the golden girls that I was singing for The daybreak chorus of my dreams serenades no more Yeah the minute man is going soft -- the mirror's on the shelf Only when the truth's up there -- can you fool yourself I am the aged jester -- who won't gracefully retire A clumsy clown without a net caught staggering on the high wire Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my waist Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste Tomorrow is a daydream, the future's never true Am I just a fading fire or a breeze passing through? Hello my Country I once came to tell everyone your story Your passion was my poetry And your past my most potent glory Your promise was my prayer Your hypocrisy my nightmare And your problems fill my present Are we both going somewhere? Step right up young lady -- Your two hundred birthdays make you old if not senile And we see the symptoms there in your rigor mortis smile With your old folks eating dog food and your children eating paint While the pirates own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint And while blood's the only language that your deaf old ears can hear And still you will not answer with that message coming clear Does it mean there's no more ripples in your tired old glory stream And the buzzards own the carcass of your dream? B*U*Y Centennial Sell 'em pre-canned laughter America Perennial Sing happy ever after There's a Dance Band on the Titanic Singing Nearer My God to Thee And the iceberg's on the starboard bow Won't you dance with me Yes I read it in the New York Times That was on the stands today It said that dreams were out of fashion We'll hear no more empty promises There'll be no more wasted passions To clutter up our play It really was a good sign The words went on to say It shows that we are growing up In oh so many healthy ways And I told myself this is Exactly where I'm at But I don't much like thinking about that Harry -- are you really so naive You can honestly believe That the country's getting better When all you do is let her alone Harry -- Can you really be surprised when it's there before your eyes when you hold the knife that carves her you live the life that starves her to the bone Good dreams don't come cheap You've got to pay for them If you just dream when you're asleep There is no way for them to come alive to survive It's not enough to listen -- it's not enough to see When the hurricane is coming on it's not enough to flee It's not enough to be in love -- we hide behind that word It's not enough to be alive when your future's been deferred What I've run through my body, what I've run through my mind My breath's the only rhythm -- and the tempo is my time My enemy is hopelessness -- my ally honest doubt The answer is a question that I never will find out Is music propaganda -- should I boogie, Rock and Roll Or just an early warning system hitched up to my soul Am I observer or participant or huckster of belief Making too much of a life so mercifully brief? So I stride down sunny streets and the band plays back my song They're applauding at my shadow long after I am gone Should I hold this wistful notion that the journey is worthwhile Or tiptoe cross the chasm with a song and a smile Well I got up this morning -- I don't need to know no more It evaporated nightmares that had boiled the night before With every new day's dawning my kid climbs in my bed And tells the cynics of the board room your language is dead And as I wander with my music through the jungles of despair My kid will learn guitar and find his street corner somewhere There he'll make the silence listen to the dream behind the voice And show his minstrel Hamlet daddy that there only was one choice Strum your guitar -- sing it kid Just write about your feelings -- not the things you never did Inexperience -- it once had cursed me But your youth is no handicap -- it's what makes you thirsty, hey kid Strum your guitar -- sing it kid Just write about your feelings -- not the things you never did Dance Band...

Hometown Heroes; National Nobodies

ALL TIME LOW "The Party Scene"
They've had chances to make this big city seem so small, Under stage lights, in rooms packed from window to wall, Like the sound of a smile, or the distance of song, only measured in time as the kids sing along. They are the ones who make a difference, get these people on their feet. They say let us be heard... Hear us out... Can you hear the crowd is calling, "Hey, sing louder now," You've got to show them what it means to be alive... Dancing through the night has never been so rock n' roll, You've got a good thing and it's time to let them know. Win their hearts with words unlike the pages left at home, Secrets kept from critics no one ever wants to know... Can you hear the crowd is calling, "Hey, sing louder now," You've got to show them what it means to be alive... Dancing through the night has never been so rock n' roll, You've got a good thing and it's time to let them know. Sing louder now... Lets dance the night away...

End Of The Age

KANSAS "Drastic Measures"
(Kerry Livgren) When the light dies down and you blood runs cold Then you know what you fear most is growing old The clock winds down and the bells will toll For the dawn that follows may require your soul (Chorus) Through the narrows there are few who pass Only the chosen enter in Seek your calling while it may be found For the sand in the hourglass is falling We hang in the balance one by one Turn from you ways the voice is calling And fear the end of the age Now the evil deed never goes unseen And the wisdom of your wise men is unclean For the pride of life and the lust for gain Is a sickness of the heart, the Mark of Cain (Chorus) Sword and shield, the right hand of power's Protecting us, directing us He'll reveal the glory that's only His own With a fire in the sky When the mountains fall and the heavens roar Then the reign of man will end forevermore And the fools who believed in their empty ways Will be witness to a world that's set ablaze

Rites Of Passage

Fish "Raingods with Zippos"
With this right of passage, cruel twist of fate, with every turn of every card I never see, until it's too late, the deed is done and leaves me wondering just where our love has gone I cannot say in honest truth that I still trust all my feelings for you. You knew that it was wrong, You think that saying sorry is gonna make it seem alright, Maybe in this song you will hear me for the first time and you'll start to see the light. Living with you is like being parked on double yellow lines waiting to be towed away, I'll pay the fines and I'll be back, but I'm running out of reasons to stay. You knew that it was wrong, You think that saying sorry is gonna make it seem alright, Maybe in this song you will hear me for the first time and you'll start to see the light. You knew that it was wrong, You think that saying sorry is gonna make it seem alright, Maybe in this song you will hear me for the first time and you'll start to see the light With this right of passage I reclaim my heart, I take my leave, as if on cue, I play no further part in your self-penned dramas, where each stolen kiss just goes to prove that happy endings don't exist. Dick, Simmonds. 1998 Fishy Music Ltd

This Is Not A Crass Song

ANTI-FLAG "A New Kind Of Army"
You're walking down the street in the middle of the day The sun is shinning brightly everything is quite OK But then you hear this song, it makes you stop and yell out, HEY! You might think that it is... BUT THIS IS NOT A CRASS SONG! You might think that it is but I'm telling you it ain't! Although I will admit it sounds like something they might write It's a happy little ditty makes you stomp and move your feet You might think that this is... BUT THIS IS NOT A CRASS SONG! Masterpieces don't usually get written in a minute But this one took just seconds or even less time to pen it But don't be too amazed 'cause it's just got one verse and chantin' You might think that this is... Ahh...right..it's not a crass song is it? The guitar rift is real savage and it ain't all that on time The vocals are so Cockney that they may just blow your mind And it's got made up words like, icklee, zicklee, vin, and plime You might think that it is... BUT THIS IS NOT A CRASS SONG! We like to play it in the morning like to play it in the night Do yourself a favor matey, sing it instead of starting fights After only just one verse I'm telling you you'll feel all right You might think that it is... BUT THIS IS NOT A CRASS SONG! Play it when you're walking, walking down the street Play it when you're riding on your bike or on your feet Doesn't really matter ' cause it's really really neat You might think that it is... Ahhh... Sing it to your mommy, sing it to your dad Sing it to your new girl friend or the one that you just had...

Bl Jeans

Gessle Per
(English: Blue Jeans (and Red Lips)) Words and Music by Per Gessle Recorded at Studio 38, Getinge, Sweden in September 1982 Engineered by Lasse Bengtsson Published by Jimmy Fun Music Blåa jeans och röda läppar! sa jag / och tryckte på fyran i hissen / Hon sa: Jag älskar dej! och jag sa: Ja! / Dörren vek upp mitt i kyssen / Allting var inget utom klockornas takt / Månen lyste som en gloria / och den söndag som stilla sagt godnatt / var för längesen historia Ho tände ljuset och en cigarett och sa / Är du lika vilsen här du som jag / så är det synd som dej! / Kom och håll om mej! / Och jag gjorde som hon sa / Att vara varm en så kall kall vinter / trodde jag ingen kunde vara / Så all den värme hennes mjuka kropp gav / kan jag inte förklara Jag släckte ljuset och stängde en dörr / och slängde en blick i spegeln / Med trötta ögon med bilder framför / gick jag igenom kvarteren / Här var det måndag morgon / nyfödd och blid / solen tvekade över viken / Snart kommer molnen från fabrikernas liv / Snart kommer trafiken

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