Wake up in the morning, I look at my clock
it's way past noontime, I'm late for work.
Tell me what have I done wrong?
nothing can go right with me it must be that I've been smoking
too long

Go to fix me some breakfast, I ain't got no food
take me a shower, the water don't feel no good.
Tell me what have I done wrong?
and nothing can go right with me must be that I've been smoking
too long

I got opium in my chimney, no other life to choose
nightmares made of hash dreams, the devil in my shoes.
What have I done wrong?
yeah nothing can go right with me it must be that I've been smoking
too long

When I'm smoking, smoking, put my worries on a shelf
try not to think about nothing, don't wanna see myself
What have I done wrong?
and nothing can go right with me it must be that I've been smoking
too long

In this blues I'm singing, there's a lesson to be learned
you go round smoking, you're gonna get burned
Fuck me what have I done wrong?
nothing can go right with me must be that I've been smoking
too long
too long. 

(Placebo- Been Smoking too long)

drinking for eleven, that's just what I do,
When I'm not with you, my heart goes to bed

End of the bar, that's just where I'll be,
Don't try and come find me,
'Cause I'm already dead

With one eye tied upon the open road,
I feel your presence and I can't let it go
It moves so slowly as it creeps into my mind,
Steals every breath I have and leaves my heart behind

I wanna know what you're feeling if you're feeling alone,
I wanna hear if you still care
The last time I remember you was the last time I wasn't scared

When the night starts fadin' and the mornin' arrives,
I wanna still feel you around
Will you creep into my head again and pick me up off the ground?
Once more, tell me what you're fighting for

Gotta try, gotta try for tomorrow
you can't see through today
Gotta try, gotta try for tomorrow
you can't see through today
There's nowhere left to stay

Sometimes I feel like I'm out here all alone,
Just one in a million stuck with no place left to go

Fear steps up to me with every move that I make
Following close behind my soul it wants to take

I wanna know what you're feeling if you're feeling alone,
I wanna hear if you still care
The last time I remember you was the last time I wasn't scared

When the night starts fadin' and the mornin' arrives
I wanna still feel you around
Will you creep into my head again and pick me up off the ground?
Once more, tell me what you're fighting for

Gotta try, gotta try for tomorrow
you can't see through today
Gotta try, gotta try for tomorrow
you can't see through today
There's nowhere left to stay

Drinking for a livin', that's just what I do,
When I'm not with you, my heart goes to bed.

 

(Mad Caddies - Drinking For 11 )

I've never been lonely
cause... me is so cool
Baby you have a possibility
play it with me

I've never been clever
because need it never
Baby you have a possibility
play it with me

Guitar, guitar, guitar, guitar,
Come to my Boudoir
Baby you have a possibility
play it with me

Guitar, guitar, guitar, guitar,
Jump to my Yaguar
Baby you have a possibility
play it with me

I put on my pyjamas
and go to Bahamas
Baby no possibility
play it with me

Guitar, guitar, guitar, guitar,
Jump to my Yaguar baby,
you have a possibility play it with me

Is there sun over sky?
Lai, lai, lai, lai.., c'mon...,dance
yes
wola olaola gitar male
yes

Guitar, guitar, guitar, guitar,
Come to my Boudoir
Baby you have a possibility
play it with me

Guitar, guitar, guitar, guitar,
Jump to my Yaguar Oooo
Baby you have a possibility
play it with me

Guitar - Peter Nalitch

As I awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted tee pee
Oh I went to see my chieftain with my war lance and my woman
For he told us that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving
This I can't believe I said, I can't believe our warlord's dead
Oh he would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns

Oh great father of the Iroquois ever since I was young
I've read the writing of the smoke and breast fed on the sound of drums
I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild
To run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine

And now you ask that I should watch
The red man's race be slowly crushed
What kind of words are these to hear
From Yellow Dog whom white man fears

I take only what is mine Lord, my pony, my squaw, and my child
I can't stay to see you die along with my tribe's pride
I go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sons
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run

Trampling down the prairie rose leaving hoof tracks in the sand
Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands
I heard from passing renegades Geronimo was dead
He'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead

Now there seems no reason why I should carry on
In this land that once was my land I can't find a home
It's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are coming
And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running
For soon I'll find the yellow moon along with my loved ones
Where the buffaloes graze in clover fields without the sound of guns

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And at peace does this young warrior comes, with a bullet hole

(Elton John - Indian Sunset)

As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can't really function you're so full of fear,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still fucking peasents as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
There's room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.

     (John Lennon - Working class hero)

Prince or pauper, beggar man or thing
Play the game with ev'ry flow'r you bring
Dandelion don't tell no lies
Dandelion will make you wise
Tell me if she laughs or cries
Blow away dandelion

One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock chimes
Dandelions don't care about the time
Dandelion don't tell no lies
Dandelion will make you wise
Tell me if she laughs or cries
Blow away dandelion, blow away dandelion

Tho' you're older now its just the same
You can play this dandelion game
When you're finished with your childlike prayers
Well, you know you should wear it

Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailors lives
Rich man, poor man, beautiful, daughters wives
Dandelion don't tell no lies
Dandelion will make you wise
Tell me if she laughs or cries
Blow away dandelion, blow away dandelion

Little girls, and boys come out to play
Bring your dandelions to blow away
Dandelion don't tell no lies
Dandelion will make you wise
Tell me if she laughs or cries
Blow away dandelion, blow away dandelion 

(Rolling Stones - Dandelion -1967 )

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you