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Monday, October 11, 2010

The Mystic Knights and their Beads

Posted on August 15, 2008


One of my all time favorites when I was young was Oingo Boingo.  Seeing them live a few times while I was an undergraduate was just amazing.  Some people might think I have eclectic tastes in music, and some people appreciate the same things I do. 

Music Beads from my favorite album: Good For Your Soul.

Do you like to be just like a rock
In the middle of the sea?
Do you want to suffer by yourself
In a pool of blissful misery?
Do you want to feel like a saint in artists clothes
With a rosary in your hand?
Do you wanna be crazy like van Gogh like a
Stranger in a
Strange, strange land?
Would you rather push the buttons
And be feared by all humanity?
Or perhaps you'd like to be a bum
Do you wanna be stupid, just like me?

Just once or twice is good for your soul
Just once or twice is good for your soul
If you don't stop, you'll lose control
Just once or twice is good for your soul

Ever lay there half asleep all hours of the night?
With some nagging demon tugging at that tiny bell
Inside your mind?
When suddenly that strange idea
Bursts into an inspiration
You grab for it and then
The whole thing slips right through your fingers

Animals came from miles around
So tired of walking so close to the ground
They needed a chance, that's what they said
Life is better walking on two legs
But they were in for a big surprise
cause they didn't know the law!

(what is the law)
No spill blood
What is the law
(no spill blood)
(who makes the rules)
Someone else
Who makes the rules
(someone else)
The rules are written in the stone
Break the rules and you get no bones
All you get is ridicule, laughter
And a trip to the house of pain!

Praise God brothers and sisters.
Just once or twice is good for your soul, praise God!
Accept Jesus into your heart and you will saved.
You will receive everlasting life.
Listen to me, I've sinned, I know.

Praise Jesus and you will be saved, saved, saved...
Praise God, you are healed, healed, healed...

What do they want from me?
What do they want from me?
What do they want from a poor boy who
Can't believe
 
They want to fill the void
They want to fill the empty spaces
But I won't let them consume me
With the rest of the lifeless faces

Once there was a little girl
Who thought that she was a queen
And she thought the world was a playground
Filled with sand
So with all her friends she created a fantasy
They all come to me with their demands
What do they want from me?

Every little thing is a piece of a larger thing
Every little fish is a tyrant of the sea
Every little atom is a master of his family
Every single piece calls my name
What do they want from me?

The cool boys bit the dust
They couldn't take the pressure
The cool girls got knocked up
They only wanted to have fun
(where did they go? )
They fell in love and suffered
(where did they go? )
They picked up guns and hammers
(where did they go? )
Without friction there's no heat
Without heat there's no fire
Without fire there's no desire
You're making me hot, hot, hot, hot!

Sweat! sweat!
Take my baby, Saturday night
It's hundred and ten, it's alright
Close the door to my little room
Starting to sweat, fun starts soon

Nothing bad ever happens to me
Nothing bad ever happens to me
Nothing bad ever happens to me
Nothing bad ever happens to me
Why should I care?

Have you heard about the Joneses, my, my, my
It happened so quick and no one knows why
Their teenage son, he seemed o.k.
But his suicide ruined everyone's day
And I can't believe that anyone would
Wanna do such a terrible thing
But why should I care?

Big brother's screaming but we don't care
Cause he's got nothing to say
Think of the future, think of the prophecy
Think of the children of today
Big brother's marching
So we all stand in his way
 
Open your eyes, sisters and brothers
Neatly disguised, so far away
Open your heart, try to remember
Two worlds apart, but so close
(wake up), it's 1984
But we've been here before
(wake up), it's 1984
But we've been here before
 
All our lives leading up to this day, watching and waiting
Wake up! wake up!
Wake up! wake up!
Open your eyes, sisters and brothers
Neatly disguised, so far away
Open your heart, try to remember
Two worlds apart, but so close

It moves so fast, corner of my eye
Look again it's gone, it's hiding
Won't somebody help me, doesn't anybody care?
It waits so patiently, for me to lose my guard
I'm getting scared
Is it dead, is it
(is it dead)
Is it dead
(is it dead)
Is it dead or alive
(is it dead)
Is it dead
(is it dead)
Is it dead, is it

I remember there was a time
When dead and buried meant just that
Underneath the cold dark ground
Things stay put!

In that lovely white dress, oh your skin was so white
With the moon in your eyes, on that cold winter night
When your lips were so soft, that I though they would
Melt,
 
And the sound of your breath and the way that you felt
And I said yes
And I said yes
 
It's just pictures of you with a knife in your hand
With a rose in your teeth lying nude in the sand
It's just pictures of you, standing high on a cliff
With the wind in your hair, and a smile on your lips
And your eyes were so wild, when you started to laugh
Blending in with the wind, sounded just like a scream
Why do pictures of you?
Come to me when I dream?
 
In darkness
Little people, with tiny brains
Little bullets flowing, in their veins
What do they want?
What do they want?

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