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| ramblin' business man *evan greer, september 2002 i've got to be movin on now i don't know where i'm gonna be i'm a ramblin man on the prowl in my old beat up lexus S.U.V. i took a break at the computer cafe it's a rough and tumble kind of joint my credit card tells me "owe!!!" cuz i am a bad-ass C.E.O. [chorus] and this is a story that oughta be told about a palm pilot and the open road my laptop don't even got microsoft works and my cell-phone it barely works because I because I because I am a ramblin business man. my dashboard gps only knows the fastlane my radio only knows the classic tunes the tollbooth operators all know my name and it's a tax deduction each time i roll thru. [chorus] |
| ode to the dead presidents *evan greer, july 2003 well you just can't buy anything these days corporations selling blood will always lie and each time you spend a buck or two to buy yourself something new remember who gets to live and who gets to die. did you buy a coca-cola on the beach? was it tasty with your big mac and fries? because far away across the sea where nothin' but the trade is free the workers get shot when they try to unionize (chorus) because the dollars reek of death hipocrisy and greed so i guess we'll have to smash the state and steal what we need but if we work together that way we can win de-crown the kings and ceo's and say 'don't come back again.' uncle sam doesn't ask that much just be patriotic and give half your pay to us but if you pay your taxes it goes to the SOA or a bulldozer in Gaza paid for by the USA well the system isn't perfect but it's the best one that we've got and anyone can get ahead if they do their part yeah as long as you are rich and white capitalism works allright abolishing the penny i'd say it's a good start |
| radio show debacle *evan greer, september 2003 i met a girl in black and white she was a pair of dice a gamble on a good day and a game in the night she's a dancing contradiction in a watery blinking light never tell her something's wrong cuz she don't like to fight and i'm an innefective lover because i haven't managed to hurt you as much as you hurt yourself. and war is peace and thoughts are ashes love is looking through your lashes and learning how to die. and something in my mind will tell me you're a principal about to expel me write my name in your black book. as soon as i'm not there to hold you every little thing i told you begins to fade away and you think it's time to roll the dice again. well, she's just saying there's no way out of here alive and i'm just saying there's no coming back again once you die. in the newspaper the next day they said all love had gone away and everyone feels like you do don't worry it's okay and we're gonna make a mint on all the shit that's fit to print i forgot what i was singing oh, that's right, okay she's a pessimistic anarchistic 26% statistic weeping gasoline and asking for a light asking for a light. break down--- the words inside the box and tell the truth feel free--- to manipulate my mind in many ways walk on--- you can't just hold your breath and sit and stare let's go--- burn this bridge behind us and be free |
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| testament of blood *evan greer, september 2003 there's somethin in the water i can feel it slidin by a serpent and a symbol of burnt hell and painted sky well adam's running naked and eve is feelin high einstein's eatin mushrooms and lucy's in the sky come on back to the place we were before we were at all ready set attack shred our fingers and break our teeth upon the wall remove your brain forget all feeling find a better way to wait to be named and blame it all on some apple that you ate. well nietzsche's reading rushdie there's a hamster in his mind he's runnin' on a wheelie and his home he cannot find there's a bookshelf that's been wanderin learning from the times making many mixtures of the sands of palestine. |
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| the fence *evan greer, november 2003 click here to listen to this song. in an old abandoned factory, near a dying fire, three lovers lie, their tears have dried but they don't know what to do. they hitchhiked to miami and they hopped a couple trains, but they never made it to the fence that day. the new world never seemed so far away. their spirits dead, they shake their heads scrub the teargas from their eyes. and nurse the broken bones sustained while fighting for their lives. the stun grenades, the barricades, the rubber bullets sting. the three take hands, they understand, one lover starts to sing: (chorus) that we knew that the world could never be anything more than what we can dream. with the teargas all around we couldn't see but we never fought blindly we always knew that the new world was waiting just beyond the fence. a couple miles away, in the county jail sixteen new friends pass the time learning each other's tales. lets sing a song for solidarity, i said, a song against their lies, and so through the bars sixteen voices rise: outside the helicopter searchlights sweep down empty streets while all over town the people frown and sigh in disbelief they know the way it happened and they know that it was wrong and so one by one each voice joins in the song. back in cell block c-5, they begin to hear a sound through a tiny grated window they see people on the ground just beyond the wall where silence falls five-hundred voices drown singing, "you can lock us up, but you can never keep us down." |
| fire and stone *evan greer, May 2004 (unreleased) we used to act like we were ten years old sitting on rooftops in the morning cold and we pointed at the city, though we'd never be so bold. All i needed was a hand to hold. it's a somewhat addictive state of mind to always be hoping for another glimpse inside and even though i know you're telling everybody else i can still think that i heard it first. (chorus) Because I need a friend and i can pretend that you might need one too. Because I've done too much traveling alone and I'm too goddamn far from home. I think I'm mostly flesh. I think you're mostly bone. I am made of fire; you're made of stone. i thought you might be my someone in the sand. i thought i might be something you needed like a good friend. but you can keep your distance, i guess i'll understand. no one really wants a fire on their hands. (chorus) So let's climb the flagpole! See how high we get before we fall. Let's meet in the belltower. If we can ever get up there at all. And we can watch the gears turn. Because a stone will crack before it burns. Still a fire never learns. |
| on the road again: a study of the socio-religio-political patterns of othering in post-modern academia *evan greer and sally o'brien (unreleased) i've been discoursed half to death been globalized and femenized, diversified. been told what to think 1,000 dead french guys. and i'm so tired of taking part in education a la carte. most of all, i'm sick of acting smart. (chorus) books so full of theory that they're too heavy to lift what i really need right now is a paradigm shift to be back on the road walking down the highway in the rain and i only have to stay in one place 'till the next freight train comes a rolling through again. [hey] well they dropped me in a fishbowl telling me it was a thinktank. boy was i excited, had my guidance councilor to thank. but after a couple months of swimming around i just want to be on solid ground. if i stay here much longer, i think i'm gonna drown. out on the open sea you can sink or you can swim the water is alive and the storms are real or you can get out of the water. get out of the water. i wanna wake up in the sand. next to someone who understands that standing up means standing on the ground. hey--- |