genius, or...


Someone knocking at the door
Somebody ringing the bell
Someone's knocking at the door
Somebody's ringing the bell
Do me a favor
Open the door, and let 'em in, ooh yeah

Well they blew the horns
And the walls came down
They'd all been warned
And the walls came down
They juststood there laughing
They're not laughing anymore
The walls came down
Sanctuary fades
congregation splits
Nightly military raids
The congregation splits
It's a song of assassins
Ringin' in your ears
We got terrorist thinking
Playing on fears
Well they blew the horns
And the walls came down
They'd all been warned
But the walls came down
I do't think there are any Russians
And there ain't no Yanks
Just corporate criminals
playin' with tanks

 black321 wrote:

Only one per pot plant please...

 oldviolin wrote:

We all know success when we all find our own dreams

When I stare into your space
I look before you
And I can see you at the times
I'll be around
To pick up your thought
I'll be around

Protecting you (change your mind)
Restoring you (change your mind)
Revealing you (change your mind)
Soothing you (change your mind)

Put me in coach, I'm ready to play, today

Now if you wanna hear some boogie like I'm gonna play
It's just an old piano and a knockout bass
The drummer man's a cat they call Kickin' McCoy
I know you remember that rubber-legged boy?
Mama's cookin' chicken fried in bacon grease
Come on along boys, it's just down the road apiece

you'll just have to live and see
what you find
take it from there
and follow the signs
think you can live
and dream your own fate
you think you can wish
and walk through the gate
It isn't gonna be——-that way

Golden country your face is so red
With all of your money your poor can be fed
You strut around and you flirt with disaster
Never really carin' just what comes after

They tell me to be discreet
For all intended purposes
They tell me revenge is sweet
And from where they stand, I’m sure it is
But I feel nothing for their game
Where beauty goes unrecognized
All I feel is heat and flame
And all I see are dark eyes

We have been given
The same fortune cookies
You and I have
All of our progenies

Dr Mister Fantasy, play us a tune. Something to make us all happy. 

Shadows leave us standing naked
We can't fake it

Don't follow leaders, watch the parkin' meters

"Let it Be. Let it Be - oh Let it Be, yeah. There will be an answer, Let it Be ....

Nothing Rhymed. Gilbert O’ Sullivan. 1972. The 2nd verse could’ve been written yesterday.

Lip-smackin’, whip-crackin’, paddy- whackin’, knickin’-knackin’, silver-rackin’, scoundrel-whackin’, cracker-jackin’