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[KillJoy]

During the long drive home from the holidays, the driver gets to choose the music.  My wife played the Indigo Girls - Rites of Passage CD twice through during her turn.

This song is not my favorite Indigo Girls song by a long shot.  I could name 5 or more that I like much better.  This one stuck in my head because we were leaving Tennessee and it seemed somehow inappropriate to our current mood.  I find the lyrics very bitter.  I wish I knew some of the background.

Nashville
Words and Music: Amy Ray

As I drive from your pearly gates
I realize that I just can't stay
All those mountains they kept you locked inside
And hid the truth from my slighted eyes

I came to you with a half-open heart
Dreams upon my back illusions of a brand new start
Nashville
Can' I carry the load
Is it my fault I can't reap what I sow
Nashville
Did you give me half a chance
Withe your Southern style and your hidden dance
Away and you dance away and you dance away

All these voices they whisper through my walls
They talk of falling fast they say I'm losing it all
They say I'm running blind to love of my own
But I'll be walking proud I'm saving what I still own

I fell on my knees to kiss your land
But you are so far down I can't even see to stand
Nashville
You forgot the human race
You see with half a mind what colors hide the face
Nashville
I'd like to know your fate
I'd like to stay awhile but I've seen your lowered state today
I've seen it today honey I swear I've seen it today

Now I'm leaving I got all these debts to pay
You know we all have our dues I'll pay 'em some other place
I never ask that you pay me back
We all arrive with more I left with less than I had

Your town is made for people passing through
A last chance for a cause I thought you knew
Nashville
Tell me what you are gonna do
With all your Southern style it'll never pull you through
Nashville
I can't place no blame
But if you forget my face I'll never call your name again
Never no never again ah no

I fell on my knees to kiss your land
But you are so far down I can't even see to stand
Nashville
You forgot the human race
You see with half a mind what colors hide the face
Nashville
I'd like to know your fate
I'd like to stay a while but I've seen your lowered state today
I've seen 'em today honey I swear I've seen 'em today
I'm running away I'm running away I'm running I'm running away

Read more about the Indigo Girls at Everything2.
(Amy Ray wrote "Nashville" while attending Vanderbilt University.)

[Mephisto_kur]

I expect Myshka will respond to this.  She's a freak for IG.

[myshka]

I heard from someone who went to Vanderbilt that "Nashville" is about how much Amy Ray hated it there.  I imagine that it can't be fun being a Lesbian at a very conservative school.  That's only what I heard, though, I have no idea if it's true.

Wow, Rites of Passage 2 times through?  Mephisto would never stand for that.  Ya think it would kill him to like some of his wife's music.

[Mephisto_kur]

At least I would let you listen to it once.  Someone here freaks out at the mere mention of the names "Radiohead" or "Smashing Pumpkins"...

And to be back on track:

Smashing Pumpkins - Hummer

Faith lies in
The ways of sin
I chased the charmed
But I don't want them anymore

And in their eyes I was alive
A fool's disguise
Take me away from you

Shame my tongue
Fat with promise all along
But when I woke up from that sleep
I was happier than I'd ever been

When you decide
That your life is a prize
Renew and revive
It's alright honey
It's alright, yeah

Happiness will make you wonder
Will I feel OK?
It scares the disenchanted
Far away

Yeah I want something new
But what am I supposed to do about you
Yeah I love you, it's true

Life's a bummer
When you're a hummer
Life's a drag

Ask yourself a question
Anyone but me
I ain't free

Ask yourself a question
Anyone but me
I ain't free

Do you feel
Love is real?

[Rory]

Time (Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour)

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for soemone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to nought or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.

[Mephisto_kur]

I still need to buy that album.

[KillJoy]

Artist:  Moxy Fruvous
Album:  Bargainville
Title:  Fell in Love

Something I never would have known
Not knowing knowledge never ennobles
All her ideas were like smoke rings, I had to know things
She was a tangle of questions
How many eggs make up a pound?
How many ears of corn in the niblets?
I was a person who would censor "Pee Wee's adventures"
She was exceedingly liberal
        And we fell in love
        And the sunshine shone from the sunshine above
        Fell in love, whole loaf love
Try not to think while your inside
Just keep your wide eyes wide wide open
I made a meal of the lighting, this was exciting
We had a real urban drama
She always said it again
Just when she'd said it, that's when she'd say it (how's that again?)
She said my pasta was delicious, but repetitious
That kind of thing made me crazy
        And we fell in love
        And the sunshine shone from the sunshine above
        Fell in love, whole loaf love
Take a look around, the sun has gone down
And I've had a good time, have you had a good time?
I've loved without loss, I've put down my cross
You know what I know, an' I'm goin' go
She set my schoolhouse on fire
Down in the fire the angels were singing
Notice a beautiful fire heavenly choir

[KillJoy]

Artist:  Moxy Fruvous
Album:  Bargainville
Title:  Gulf War Song
(July 1993)

We got a call to write a song about the war in the Gulf
But we shouldn't hurt anyone's feelings
So we tried, then gave up, 'cause there was no such song
But the trying was very revealing
What makes a person so poisonous righteous
That they'd think less of anyone who just disagreed?
She's just a pacifist, he's just a patriot
If I said you were crazy, would you have to fight me?

Fighters for liberty, fighters for power
Fighters for longer turns in the shower
Don't tell me I can't fight, 'cause I'll punch out your lights
And history seems to agree that I would fight you for me

So we read and we watched all the specially selected news
And we learned so much more 'bout the good guys
Won't you stand by the flag? Was the question unasked
Won't you join in and fight with the allies?
What could we say...we're only 25 years old?
With 25 sweet summers, and hot fires in the cold
This kind of life makes that violence unthinkable
We'd like to play hockey, have kids and grow old

Fighters for Texaco, fighters for power
Fighters for longer turns in the shower
Don't tell me I can't fight 'cause I'll punch out your lights
And history seems to agree that I would fight you for me
That us would fight them for we

He's just a peacenik and she's just a warhawk
That's where the beach was, that's where the sea
What could we say...we're only 25 years old?
And history seems to agree
that I would fight you for me
That us would fight them for we

Is that how it always will be?

[Michele]

I'll keep mine short:

Saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand, his hair was perfect!

[Mephisto_kur]

Artist:  NIN
Album:  Fragile - Left
Title:  The Great Below

Staring at the sea.
Will she come?
Is there hope for me
after all is said and done?
Anything at any price.
All of this for you.
All the spoils of a wasted life.
All of this for you.
All the world has closed her eyes.
Tired faith all worn and thin.
For all we could have done
and all we could have been.

Ocean pulls me close
and whispers in my ear.
The destiny I've chose
all becoming clear.
The currents have their say.
The time is drawing near.
Washes me away.
Makes me disappear.

and I decend from grace
In arms of undertow.
I will take my place
in the Great Below.

I can still feel you
even so far away.

[Mephisto_kur]

 Artist:  The Cramp
Album:  Stay Sick
Title:  All Women are Bad

Adam and Eve
Sittin' in the woods
Eve said, "Man
I got somethin' real good
It's in that tree
You'll get smart fast"
Adam said, "Sure
Satan my ass!
I don't see no snakes but....
All women are bad"

All women are bad
All women are bad
That's what he said
All women are bad
They got Groovy wiggly tails
They got horns on their heads
All women are bad
All women are bad

Sampson and Delilah
were talkin' bout groomin'
Delilah said, "Sam
you don't look human"
She took some scissors
went snip snip
Said "Now everybody's
gonna think you're hip"
Sam felt his head and said
"All women are bad"

All women are bad
All women are bad
That's what he said
All women are bad
They got Groovy wiggly tails
They got horns on their heads
All women are bad
All women are bad

There's one with you
lookin' so sweet
But she's just a wolf
dressed up like sheep
Secret gadgets
up under her clothes
Stuff you here about
but nobody knows
It ain't no use...
All women are bad

All women are bad
All women are bad
That's what he said
All women are bad
They got Groovy wiggly tails
They got horns on their heads
All women are bad
All women are bad

Save me the label
of that perfume on the table
So I can remember
what made a wreck of me

[haase]

There's one refrain my track 19 on the Beastie Boys "Hello Nasty" album...  it's been stuck in my head for at least a week now.

We're the scientists of sound.
We're mathematically puttin' it down.
When lightning strikes, gotta grab a ground.
Gotta get up to get down.

[KillJoy]

Artist:  Outkast
Album:  Stankonia
Title:  "B.O.B. (Bombs Over Baghdad)"

[Dre]
1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Inter-national, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we won't forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, and brutha anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin' defenses
Too hot, I'm jumpin' jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell
HOT! Get a life, now they gon' sell
Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby mñma
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers
Stack of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
We're not really able to spend all alone
before he left, (?), to a ball of power
Thousands of thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe,
believe there's always more, ahhhhh!

[Chorus: 2X]
[Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
[Choir] Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
[Choir] Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Uhh-huh

[Big Boi]
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there boi and will still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the beat
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should have bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to-the U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)
Before you read up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fair diamond out of dusty coals
Record number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is only
A movin' like floor commin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the quarters
Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in order
Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border
Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to ATL boi you better not hide
cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, hah!

[Chorus: 2X]
[Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
[Choir] Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
[Choir] Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Uhh-huh

[Choir]
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah

[Dre]
B-I-G, B-O-I
An-An-Andre
To the T-O-P

[Dre and Big Boi: 15X]
Bob your head. Rag top.

(1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)

[Choir: 23X]
Bible music. Electric revival.

[KillJoy]

Artist: Billy Squier
Album:  Don't Say No
Title:  The Stroke

Now everbody,
Have you heard?
If you're in the game,
Then The Stroke's the word.

Don't take no rhythm,
Dont take no style.
Gotta thirst for killin'
Grab your vial, yea

Put your right hand out,
Give a firm handshake.
Talk to me,
About that one big break.

Spread your ear pollution
Both far and wide.
Keep your contributions
By your side.

Yea
Stroke me, Stroke me
Could be a winner boy, you move quite well.
Stroke me, Stroke me
Stroke!
Stroke me, Stroke me
You got your number down.
Stroke me, Stroke me
Say you're a winner, man you're just a sinner now.

Put your left foot out,
Keep it all in place.
Work your way
Right in my face.

First you try to bed me,
And make my backbone slide.
When you find you bled me,
Skip on by.

Stroke me, Stroke me
Give me the business all night long.
Stroke me, Stroke me
Stroke!
Stroke me, Stroke me
You're so together boy.
Stroke me, Stroke me
Say you're a winner but man you're just a sinner now.

Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Stroke!

Better listen now,
Said it ain't no joke.
Let your conscience fail ya,
Just do the Stroke.

Doncha take no chances,
Keep your eye on top.
Do your fancy dances.
You can't stop, you just...

Stroke me, Stroke me
Stroke!
Stroke!
Stroke me, Stroke me
Stroke!
Stroke!
Stroke me, Stroke me
Stroke!
Stroke!
Stroke me, Stroke me
Stroke!
Do it!
Stroke me, Stroke me
Stroke!
Stroke me, Stroke me
Come on!
Stroke!
Stroke me, Stroke me
Hey you're Gonna
Stroke!
Stroke me, Stroke me
Say you're a winner but man you're just a sinner now!

[KillJoy]

Artist:  The Dead Milkmen
Album:  Big Lizard In My Back Yard
Title:  Serrated Edge

up on the hilltop where the vultures perch
that's where i'm gonna build my church
ain't gonna be no priest ain't gonna be no boss
just charles nelson riley nailed to a cross

i don't piss i don't shit i'm gettin' no relief
people shake their heads in disbelief go!

just me on a hilltop with 15 girls
and a nelson-reilly orgy that'll make your hair curl
i don't piss i don't shit i'm gettin' no relief
people shake their heads in disbelief yeah

charles nelson riley he's our man
he can't heal the sick with the touch of his hand
he can't walk on water can't make wine flow
just another b actor on the late late show

i don't piss i don't shit i'm gettin' no relief
people shake their heads in disbelief go!

just me on a hilltop with 15 girls
and a nelson-reilly orgy that'll make your hair curl
i don't piss i don't shit i'm gettin' no relief
people shake their heads in disbelief