This disc seems to be the bastard love child of Funkadelic, Frank Zappa and (early) Pink Floyd ... raised on 70s AM music and new age mysticism (what you say--I know, freaky!!! and I like it)
The Wand by Flaming Lips
"(You've got the power in there)
(Waving your wand in the air)
Time after time those fanatical minds try to rule all the world
Telling us all it's them who's in charge of it all
I've got a tricked out magic stick that will make them all fall
We've got the power now, motherfuckers; that's where it belongs
You've got that right
(Power in there)
You know that it's...
(Wand in the air)
They've got their weapons to solve all their questions, they don't know what it's for
(Cause they don't know what it's for)
Why can't they see it's not power, just greed, to just want more and more?
(Just want more and more)
I got a plan and it's here in my hand but it's all made of rights
We're the enforcers, the sorcerer's orphans, and we know why we fight
(And we know why we fight)
You've got that right
(You've got the power in there)
(Waving your wand in the air)
(You've got the power in there)
(You've got the power in there)
(You've got the power in there)
(Waving your wand in the air)
You've got that right
You know that it's..."
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Southern woman trapped in conservative culture, absorbs style and sensibility, and spits it back with subversive, witty lyrics (some of the best I have heard in awhile)--but does it so beautifully that you really have to listen closely to realize she is attacking some cherished social ideas.
"Rise up with fists" by Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins
What are you changing?
Who do you think you're changing?
You can't change things.
We're all stuck in our ways.
It's like trying to clean the ocean.
What do you think, you can drain it?
Well, it was poison and dry
Long before you came.
But you can wake up younger under the knife;
And you can wake up sounder if you get analyzed.
And I'd better wake up.
There but for the grace of god go i.
It's hard to believe your prophets
When they're asking you to change things.
But with their suspect lives, we look the other way.
Are you really that pure, sir?
Thought I saw you in Vegas
It was not pretty, but she was
(not your wife)
But she will wake up wealthy,
And you will wake up forty-five.
And she will wake up with baby.
There but for the grace of god go i.
What am I fighting for?
The cops are at my front door.
I can't escape that way,
The windows are in flames.
And what's that on your ankle?
You say they're not coming for you,
But house arrest is really just the same.
(just the same)
Like when you wake up behind the bar,
Trying to remember where you are,
Having crushed all the pretty things.
There but for the grace of god go I.
But I still believe.
And I will rise up with fists.
And I will take what's mine.
(mine, mine, mine)
There but for the grace of god go i.
There but for the grace of god go i.
There but for the grace of god go i.
There but for the grace of god go i.
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I saw this band at Lexington's The Dame on March 4th and they blew me away. Music that builds slowly and vibrates to the roots of the soul. The build up and crescendos produced orgasmic sensations in many of the more attuned audience members (it did for me).
No lyrics, but then this music says everything that is needed...
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... and a tip of the hat to a mellow artist speaking truth to power
Man of God by Eliza Gilkyson
the cowboy came from out of the west
with his snakeskin boots and his bulletproof vest
gang of goons and his big war chest
fortunate son he was doubly blessed
corporate cronies and the chiefs of staff
bowin' to the image of the golden calf
startin up wars in the name of god's son
gonna blow us all the way to kingdom come
man of god, man of god
that ain't the teachings of a man of god
man of god, man of god
that ain't the preachings of a man of god
coalition of the willing and the judgmental
patricians, politicians, and the fundamentalists
you never have to tell them how the money's spent
you never have to tell them where their freedom went
homophobes in the high command
waitin' for the rapture like it's disneyland
hide all the bodies from out of view
channel all the treasure to the chosen few
man of god, man of god
that ain't the teachings of a man of god
man of god, man of god
that ain't the preachings of a man of god
if I could I surely would
stand on the rock where moses stood
look out people now we're gonna get fleeced
by a wolf masquerading as a man of peace
jesus said blessed are the meek
jesus said you gotta turn the other cheek
jesus said help the poor and the weak
if he lived today he'd be a liberal freak
all the money changers would be out on the street
weepin and wailin and gnashin their teeth
me I'm waitin on the reckoning day
when the whole world gonna rise up and say
man of god, man of god
that ain't the teachings of a man of god
man of god, man of god
that ain't the preachings of a man of god
man of god, man of god
that ain't the teachings of a man of god
man of god, man of god
that ain't the preachings of a man of god
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