Never Follow

Never Follow

Follow me
I’ll take you there
You needn’t think
You needn’t care
On the way
We’ll find some others
Baptize with lies
And make them brothers

No I will never follow
I will never follow
Your truth diseased and hollow
No I will never follow

Forget your thoughts
Forget your will
Tell that voice inside
To just keep still
If it gets to be too much
Just turn your eyes away
The free individual’s from a bygone day

No I will never follow
I will never follow
Your truth diseased and hollow
No I will never follow
I’ll be your destroyer
Your world’s great annoyer
I’ll be your destroyer
No worn propaganda for me

Follow me
I’ll take you there
You needn’t think
You needn’t care
We’ll all go gentle
Into that good night
There’ll be no more raging
Against the dying of the light

No I will never follow
I will never follow
Your truth diseased and hollow
No I will never follow
I’ll be your destroyer
Your world’s great annoyer
I’ll be your destroyer
No guns, knives, nor lawyers
No I will never follow
I will never follow
You can’t take my will away
My dreams will never say die

“Never Follow”
lyrics John Haggarty
GreatMusic Naked Raygun

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Walk In Cold

Walk In Cold

Ever consider
From boiling water the residue?
A sea full of people
But after the action who’s left with you?
They’re standing on others.
You’re standing on hope to see you through.
The atmosphere’s waning
They stand on your toes they breathe with you

With virgin eye and heart of gold
And mind of child
I swear it’s not the way
I thought it would be

And of the others?
Fools in a glass house throwing stones
Delusions of lacking
Unless one can top it
Leave it alone
A no – alee dream place
Where waves in my blood crash violent tone
And after all effort
The pain and the rain claim you their own

With virgin eye and heart of gold
And mind of child
I swear it’s not the way
I thought it would be

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Lyrics–Eric Spicer
Music–Naked Raygun
From the album; Jettison

PAINT

I heard the notes all fade away
Leaving their memorial stones
Yesterday’s thoughts have come to stay…..
Until they decompose 

A picture paints a thousand words
With nothing much to say
What last night seemed had to be heard
Is left unsaid today 

So when you said you understood
I couldn’t understand
I was looking at an empty beach
As you saw the grains of sand 

I was counting views from windows
When you looked in from outside
The light was blurred and distant
And several cities wide 

So I turn up the volume
To hear the notes so dim
You said you couldn’t hear it
So I asked you to come in
Then you held up a mirror
I saw my face congeal
I was thin and getting thinner
And I dreamt it was for real

Lyrics: Dick Lucas
Music: Citizen Fish, from the album “Free Souls In A Trapped Environment”

Spirit Of Radio

Begin the day
With a friendly voice
A companion unobtrusive
Plays that song that’s so elusive
And the magic music
Makes your morning mood
Off on your way
Hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the Spirit ever lingers
Undemanding contact in your happy solitude

[Chorus:]
Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free

All this machinery
Making modern music
Can still be open hearted
Not so coldly charted
It’s really just a question…
Of your honesty….
Yeah! your honesty
One likes to believe in the freedom of music
But glittering prizes
And endless compromises
Shatter the illusion of integrity

[Chorus]

For the words of the prophets were written on the studio wall
Concert hall
And echoes with the sounds of salesmen

Lyrics; Neil Peart
Music; Rush
From the album
“Permanent Waves”

The first Rush song I ever heard and I loved it straight away, from there I discovered a band that made fantastic music, coupled with excellent intelligent lyrics.
And for me both those elements are what makes great music. Music that you feel and lyrics that make you think.

Most people are content to accept the music/artists that appear on mainstream. Go looking, there’s a wealth of imaginative original work out there.

“Popularity is the hallmark of mediocrity” (Oscar Wilde)

The Weapon

We’ve got nothing to fear…but fear itself?
Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy?
Not the faulty units in this mad machinery?
Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?
With an iron fist in a velvet glove
We are sheltered under the gun
In the glory game on the power train
Thy kingdom’s will be done
And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us

He’s not afraid of your judgment
He knows of horrors worse than your Hell
He’s a little bit afraid of dying
But he’s a lot more afraid of your lying
And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held against him

Can any part of life be larger than life?
Even love must be limited by time
And those who push us down that they might climb
Is any killer worth more than his crime?
Like a steely blade in a silken sheath
We don’t see what they’re made of
They shout about love, but when push comes to shove
They live for the things they’re afraid of
And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used against them

Lyrics: Neil Peart
Music: Rush
From the album: Signals.

This Could Be Anywhere/Everywhere

This Could Be Anywhere/Everywhere 

Cold concrete apartments
Rise up from wet black asphalt
Below them a few carcasses
Of the long gone age of privacy
It takes a scary kind of illness
To design a place like this for pay
Downtown’s an endless generic mall
Of video games and fast food chains
One by one
The little houses are bricked up and condemned
A subtle hint to move
Before the rats move in

This could be anywhere
This could be everywhere

Those new kids at school seem cool
But dad says not to talk to them
Stick to your old friends
They’re not our kind
So now there’s lots of fights
So many people I know
Come of age tense and bitter-eyed
Can’t create so they just destroy
C’mon! Let’s set someone’s dog on fire
Empty plastic
Culture slum
Suburbia’s a war zone now
Sprouting the kinds of gangs
We thought we’d left behind

This could be anywhere
This could be everywhere

Kids at school are taking sides
Along color and uniform lines
My dad’s gone and bought a gun
He says he’s fed up
With crime in this town

This could be anywhere
This could be everywhere
This could be anywhere
This could be everywhere
Anywhere Everywhere
I hope I’m gone before it explodes

I linger late at night
Waiting for the bus
No amount of neon jazz
Could hide the oozing vibes of death
My dad’s a vigilante now
He’s bringing home these weird-ass friends
Like the guy who fires blanks at his TV
When Kojak’s on
Or the guy who shows off his submachine gun
To his sixteen-year-old daughter’s friends
Whose sense of pride and hope
Is being in the police reserve

This could be anywhere

This could be everywhere-Everywhere

Lyrics Jello Biafra
Music Dead Kennedys

Think For Yourself

A combination of work and rest
Keeps your head in a total mess
Just like we’re all supposed to be
A part of this sick society
Where they give you a rest three weeks a year
To fill yourself with drugs and beer
The rest of the time it’s time for work
The junky turns into a jerk

The government don’t really give a toss
Unemployment isn’t such a loss
Keep the dole proles on the poverty line
Or stick ’em in the army to kill the time
The majority of people are treated like shit
Only the minority realise it
Conformist doctrine, ethical lies
Have you ever seen anyone slowly die?

There’s so much crap you can reject
By giving yourself some self-respect
Don’t believe what you’re told is true
Find out for yourself there’s only you
Take to pieces your inbred thoughts
Examine the morals you’ve been taught
Don’t believe it, it’s all a con -Everything you think is wrong!

Don’t believe it!

But don’t take my word for it!

Lyrics: Dick Lucas
Music: Subhumans (UK)
From The Album: Worlds Apart.