Multiplication

When you see a gentleman bee
Around a lady bee buzzing,
Just count to ten, then count again:
There's sure to be an even dozen.
Multiplication, that's the name of the game.
And each generation, they play the same.
Now, there was two butterflies, castin' their eyes
Both in the same direction.
You'd never guess that one little "yes"
Could start a butterfly collection.
Ah, multiplication, that's the name of the game.
And each generation, uh, they play the same.
Well, let me tell you now,
I say one and one is five,
You can call me a silly goat.
But you take two minks, add two minks,
Aaahh, you got uh, one mink coat.
When a girl gets coy in front of a boy
After three or four dances,
Ah, you can just bet she'll play hard-to-get
To multiply her chances.
Multiplication, that's the name of the game.
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And each generation, you know they play the same.
Hear me talkin' to ya!
Mother Nature's a clever girl,
She relies on habits.
You take two hares with no cares,
Mmm, pretty soon you got a room full of rabbits.
Parakeets, in between tweets,
Sometimes get too quiet.
Uh-oh! But have no fear, 'cause soon you'll hear
A parakeets' riot. Just try it!
Multiplication, that's the name of the game.
And every generation, you know, they play the same.
Yeah, it's multiplication, that's
the name of the game.
And each generation, they play the same.
They better!

Bobby Darin

Barracuda

So this aint the end -
I saw you again today
I had to turn my heart away
Smiled like the sun -
Kisses for real
And tales - it never fails!

You lying so low in the weeds
I bet you gonna ambush me
Youd have me down down down down on my knees
Now wouldnt you, barracuda?

Back over time we were all
Trying for free
You met the porpoise and me
No right no wrong, selling a song-
A name, whisper game.

If the real thing dont do the trick
You better make up something quick
You gonna burn burn burn burn it to the wick
Ooooooh, barracuda?

Sell me sell you the porpoise said
Dive down deep down to save my head
You...i think you got the blues too.

All that night and all the next
Swam without looking back
Made for the western pools - silly fools!

If the real thing dont do the trick
No, you better make up something quick
You gonna burn burn burn burn it to the wick
Ooooooohhhh, barra barracuda.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.

Heart

Jacob's Ladder

The clouds prepare for battle
In the dark and brooding silence
Bruised and sullen storm clouds
Have the light of day obscured
Looming low and ominous
In twilight premature
Thunder heads are rumbling
In a distant overture...

All at once, the clouds are parted
Light streams down in bright unbroken beams...

Follow men's eyes as they look to the skies
The shifting shafts of shining weave the fabric of their dreams...

- Rush

Fire Coming Out Of A Monkey's Head

Once upon a time
at the foot of a great mountain,
there was a town
where the people known as Happyfolk lived,
their very existence
a mystery to the rest of the world,
obscured as it was by great clouds.

Here they played out their peaceful lives,
innocent of the litany of excess and violence
that was growing in the world below.
To live in harmony
with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough.

Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town.
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses,
but no one noticed them: they only saw shadows.
You see, without the Truth of the Eyes,
the Happyfolk were blind.

Falling out of aeroplanes
and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come,
people going home
Jump out from behind them
and shoot them in the head

Now everybody dancing
the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead

In time, Strangefolk found their way
into the higher reaches of the mountain,
and it was there that they found the caves
of unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty.

By chance, they stumbled upon the Place
Where All Good Souls Come to Rest.
The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels
in these caves above all things,
and soon they began to mine the mountain,
its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world.

Meanwhile, down in the town,
the Happyfolk slept restlessly,
their dreams invaded by shadowy figures
digging away at their souls.
Every day, people would wake
and stare at the mountain.

Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain,
holes began to appear,
bringing with them a cold and bitter wind
that chilled the very soul of the monkey.

For the first time,
the Happyfolk felt fearful for they knew
that soon the Monkey would soon stir from its deep sleep.
And then came a sound.

Distant first, it grew into castrophany so immense
it could be heard far away in space.
There were no screams.
There was no time.
The mountain called Monkey had spoken.
There was only fire.
And then, nothing.

O little town in U.S.A,
your time has come to see
There's nothing you believe you want
But where were you when it all came down on me?
Did you call me now?

- Gorillaz

Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun

Little by little the night turns around.
Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn.
Lotuses lean on each other in yearning.
Under the eaves the swallow is resting.
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.

Over the mountain watching the watcher.
Breaking the darkness
Waking the grapevine.
One inch of love is one inch of shadow
Love is the shadow that ripens the wine.
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun.

Witness the man who raves at the wall
Making the shape of his questions to Heaven.
Whether the sun will fall in the evening
Will he remember the lesson of giving?
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun.

- Pink Floyd ( Roger Waters)

Queen Bitch

I'm up on the eleventh floor
And I'm watching the cruisers below
He's down on the street
And he's trying hard
to pull sister Flo
My heart's in the basement
My weekend's at an all time low

'Cause she's hoping to score
So I can't see her
letting him go
Walk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind

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She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat
and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that

She's an old-time ambassador
Of sweet talking, night walking games
And she's known in the darkest clubs
For pushing ahead of the dames
If she says she can do it
Then she can do it,
she don't make false claims
But she's a Queen,
and such are queens
That your laughter
is sucked in their brains
Now she's leading him on
And she'll lay him right down
But it could have been me
Yes, it could have been me
Why didn't I say,
why didn't I say, no, no, no

[CHORUS]

So I lay down a while
And I gaze at my hotel wall
Oh the cot is so cold
It don't feel like no bed at all
Yeah I lay down a while
And I gaze at my hotel wall
But he's down on the street
So I throw both his bags down the hall
And I'm phoning a cab
'Cause my stomach feels small
There's a taste in my mouth
And it's no taste at all

It could have been me
Oh yeah, it could have been me
Why didn't I say,
Why didn't I say, no, no, no

[CHORUS]

- Written by David Bowie