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Scapegoat
05:26
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To be a man hold your head up high
And show your face
Let the world know what you’re feeling
Put them in their place
Pluck your heart out and hold it forth
for all the world to see
Flesh and blood do make a man
And that is reality
What is this void, this nothingness,
This empty space inside?
A place it is for all of us
To run and shoot and hide
Look into the soul, a blankness stares back
A little twist, little turn
A loss of reality
Oh yeah
Watch through the window on a stormy night
Reflection stares back, misshapen by fright
It’s reality
I know
Reflection does resemble me
In its shape and form
But it lacks real depth, I see
Like shadows in a storm
At the scapegoat’s eyes, a backwards stare
With hope to find more
But all I see is a thousand me’s
Like crystals on the floor
This space, this void, this nothingness
This emptiness within
This place, its name is cowardice
And it goes without amend
Look into the soul, a blankness stares back
A little twist, little turn
A loss of reality
Oh yeah
Watch through a window on a stormy night
Reflection stares back misshapen by fright
It’s reality
I know
(Stephen Fry:)
*You cannot conceive of such a thing as the future. Life is so black, you cannot imagine a tomorrow. Just, everything is just awful--your energy is slow, and there's nothing possible in life.*
This space, this void, this nothingness
This emptiness within
This place, its name is cowardice
And it goes without amend
Look into the soul, a blankness stares back
A little twist, little turn
A loss of reality
Oh yeah
Watch through a window on a stormy night
Reflection stares back, reflection of fright
It’s reality
I know
(Stephen Fry:)
*It is not just, "oh," (snaps fingers) "snap out of it!" You know? "Things will get better. Look on the bright side!" It is an illness. It is a real, physical descent of something quite terrible.*
Look into the soul, a blankness stares back
A little twist, little turn
A loss of reality
Oh yeah
Watch through a window on a stormy night
Reflection stares back, reflection of fright
It’s reality
I know
© Lyrics by Daniel Patrick Sweeney.
All rights reserved.
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Pressure
03:39
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3. |
Round We Go
05:51
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I reach out beyond the norm
Pose a thought in question form
I question why there's nothing more to say
I question why there's nothing more to say
"Hello there, fair friend. How is your soul today?"
Ask again, expect an answer back
"The only word is God's!"
So your answers lack
The way is mine, my path to find
Your kind do not control my mind
"God's not for prying eyes! Do not question us!
Burn in hell, the masses cry, you will!
Heretical!
God's not for prying eyes! Do not question us!
Don't question our Holy God, lest your soul fall ill!"
It's just a question
Nothing more
What's all the preach and persuasion for?
He may be great and yes he may be good
"He is our Holy Man!"
But I question why
I am not at his right hand
The way is mine
My path not yours to find
"Look, all around you see is God and God's great kind."
Despite your faith you can't control my mind
"DEMON SPAWN!" the preacher presses on
"We damn your soul to hell!"
And you might as well
I do not believe the place exists
The way I think
My path, your miss
The congregation cries to stone me dead
The preacher justifies they break my head
I sought beyond the norm
A thought in question form...
© Lyrics by Daniel Patrick Sweeney (1967-2014).
All rights reserved.
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Scratch
04:24
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The Ride
05:59
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Ever have one of those times
Where it builds up inside and you
Slowly lose your mind?
Thought that you played your part
But the shadows start and you
Slide into the dark
Ask for a helping hand
But there's only sand; you're a
Stranger to the land
Sure, this is a good time
Hop on in if you like
I don't even know why
But we're along for the
Caught up in a spiral dance
You take a chance and you
Fall into the trance
Gone to a world of dreams
There's no in-betweens, and
Nothing is what it seems
Surrounded by a blinding light
There was no one in sight, so you
Fade into the night
Sure, this is a good time
Hop on in if you like
I don't even know why
But we're along for the ride
Sure, this is a good time
Hop on in if you like
I don't even know why
But we're along for the
Lyrics © 2017, Casey Flynn Sweeney
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Jesus Threw a Tea Party
04:39
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Yesterday I got word
A divine message from the Lord
A personal invitation addressed to me
To sit and chat and drink some tea
It came to me while I was sittin
On the John, engaged in shittin
Down came an angel dressed in white
Inviting me tomorrow night
Jesus threw a party
Told me to be there
Warned be don't be tardy
And to say a prayer
Not a single hottie
But his men were there
Around his golden chair
Jesus threw a party
Asked me to be there
He warned be don't be tardy
And to say a prayer
Not a single hottie
But his men were there
Around his golden chair
Jesus threw a party
Told me to be there
He warned be don't be tardy
And to say a prayer
Not a single hottie
But his men were there
Around his golden chair
Well, I jumped up really fast
Like I had a firecracker in my ass
I was so excited I began to see
It splashed off the wall and all over me
I had to find some clothes to wear
And brush my matted mop of hair
I got ready as fast as I could
I didn't want Jesus to be in a bad mood
Jesus' joint, it looked real spiffy
The angel told me to wait a jiffy
Up came the Lord looking slick as a goose
He shook my hand and cut one loose
"Stepped on a frog,” he said real fast
While a big green cloud floated out of his ass
The party was lame, there wasn't no beer
And I really do think that Jesus is queer
Jesus threw a party
Asked me to be there
In spirit and in body
Said he liked my hair
A grail of terracotty
And a vacant stare
Tea bags everywhere
Jesus threw a party
Asked me to be there
In spirit and in body
Said he liked my hair
A grail of terracotty
And a vacant stare
Tea bags everywhere
Jesus threw a party
Told me to be there
He warned be don't be tardy
And to say a prayer
Not a single hottie
But his men were there
Around his golden chair
Jesus threw a party
Asked me to be there
In spirit and in body
Said he liked my hair
A grail of terracotty
And a vacant stare
Tea bags everywhere
© Lyrics by Daniel Patrick Sweeney
All rights reserved.
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Dream Tower
06:38
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We turn on the TV
Watch someone die
Hate and brutality become the day
We say we care
Yet we don't cry
Why does society feel this way?
The past was filled with sunny days
And promising starry nights
So odd how fast it’s changed
Just yesterday the grass was green
This is so very strange
We live in fear
Of everyone else
Our hearts are numb to the plight of our world
Strong is our spite
Yet weak our pulse
We sit back and relax as evil unfurls
Maybe this is just illusion
Maybe it's just me
Hope to live to see the day
This stormy winter ends
To see the black snow melt away
I walk through the sand dunes
That gleam with a black sheen
Everything looks so scary
But I cannot scream
We're trapped in this slumber world
Living inside our own heads
Can we escape from this nightmare
Is this it
Are we dead?
Our feelings are numb
Our morals are black
What we don't realize, this anger and pain
A generation
Raised on hate
Spread its black wings and takes to the night
Maybe this is just illusion
Maybe it's just me
But this fiery weather and near demise
Will come to pass as soon as we together rise
Lyrics © Daniel Patrick Sweeney
Music © 2020, Casey F. Sweeney and Philip L. Thompson
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Phil Thompson Albuquerque, New Mexico
99-year-old white male. Six foot two, three. No pants, unkempt... portly.
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