Joe Walsh….not the guy from Illinois that wanted to be president….how ridiculous was that? NO! this is Life's Been Good…..to me so far….gotsta love the disclaimer…. this song is not boomer or Gen X….it just isn't ; one cannot go from Woodstock/ Beatles to Nirvana/Pearl Jam in one felled swoop…..disco to van halen in two summers says there was something in between….born in the 60s is the syndrome. …deal with it, all you others…
the kids born in the 60s were just getting over getting scared by the N-bombs, shot presidents and their brothers….nixon…shit we heard "the rents" talking about when we came in to eat overcooked stews…from riding our bikes and getting scabs on ourselves ; and they gave us cocaine and the cold war with USSR : so it was all red sector A , red dawn…etc in the 80s….Red Skies at Night ; the fixx
All that we can do is just survive
All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive
All that we can do is just survive
All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive
Ragged lines of ragged grey
Skeletons, they shuffle away
Shouting guards and smoking guns
Will cut down the unlucky ones
I clutch the wire fence until my fingers bleed
A wound that will not heal, a heart that cannot feel
Hoping that the horror will recede
Hoping that tomorrow, we'll all be freed
Sickness to insanity
Prayer to profanity
Days and weeks and months go by
Don't feel the hunger, too weak to cry
I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate
Are the liberators here, do I hope or do I fear?
For my father and my brother, it's too late
But I must help my mother stand up straight
Are we the last ones left alive?
Are we the only human beings to survive?
Are we the last ones left alive?
Are we the only human beings to survive?
I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate
Are the liberators here, do I hope or do I fear?
For my father and my brother, it's too late
But I must help my mother stand up straight
Are we the last ones left alive?
Are we the only human beings to survive?
Are we the last ones left alive?
Are we the only human beings to survive?
We've got nothing to fear but fear itself
Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy?
Not the faulty units in this mad machinery?
Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?
With an iron fist in a velvet glove
We are sheltered under the gun
In the glory game on the power train
Thy kingdom's will be done
And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us
He's not afraid of your judgment
He knows of horrors worse than your Hell
He's a little bit afraid of dying
But he's a lot more afraid of your lying
And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held against him
Can any part of life be larger than life?
Even love must be limited by time
And those who push us down that they might climb
Is any killer worth more than his crime?
Like a steely blade in a silken sheath
We don't see what they're made of
They shout about love, but when push comes to shove
They live for the things they're afraid of
And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used against them
He's not afraid of your judgment
He knows of horrors worse than your hell
He's a little bit afraid of dyin'
But he's a lot more afraid of your lyin'
And the things that he fears
Are a weapon to be held against him
He's not afraid of your judgment
He knows of horrors, worse than your hell
He's a little bit afraid of dyin'
But he's a lot more afraid of your lyin'
Witch Hunt : never heard that term before….click it
The night is black, without a moon
The air is thick and still
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit hill
Features distorted in the flickering light
Faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right
Confident their ways are best
Oh
Oh
The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill
They say there are strangers who threaten us
Our immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness to danger us
In our theaters and bookstore shelves
That those who know what's best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves
Quick to judge
Quick to anger
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand
Anthem
Know your place in life is where you want to be
Don't let them tell you that you owe it all to me
Keep on looking forward, no use in looking 'round
Hold your head above the ground and they won't bring you down
Anthem of the heart and anthem of the mind
A funeral dirge for eyes gone blind
We marvel after those who sought
New wonders in the world, wonders in the world,
Wonders in the world they wrought
Live for yourself, there's no one else
More worth living for
Begging hands and bleeding hearts will only cry out for more
Anthem of the heart and anthem of the mind
A funeral dirge for eyes gone blind
We marvel after those who sought
New wonders in the world, wonders in the world,
Wonders in the world they wrought
Though I know they've always Told you selfishness is wrong
Yet it was for me not you
I came to write this song
Anthem of the heart and anthem of the mind
A funeral dirge for eyes gone blind
We marvel after those who sought
New wonders in the world, wonders in the world,
Wonders in the world they wrought
The Rush "end of the world" set ends with 'no one at the bridge' - blistering guitar solo on this esoteric and little known classic…. all ancient anons acquiesce appropriately….
Crying back to consciousness,
The coldness grips my skin.
The sky is pitching violently,
Drawn by shrieking winds.
Seaspray blurs my vision,
Waves roll by so fast,
Save my ship of freedom
I'm lashed, helpless to the mast.
Remembering when first I held
The wheel in my own hands,
I took the helm so eagerly
And sailed for distant lands.
But now the sea's too heavy
And I just don't understand
Why must my crew desert me
When I need a guiding hand?
Call out for direction
And there's no one there to steer.
Shout out for salvation
But there's no one there to hear.
Cry out supplication
For the maelstrom is near.
Scream out desperation but
No one cares to hear.
200 days until any kind of real news