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Brian Woodbury is a Los Angeles composer, lyricist and bandleader who writes musicals, post-modern jazz compositions, quirky pop, country songs and music for children's TV.

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Track Name: Pay Attention
Dear listener, excuse me
This is important
There’s something I need to convey
So stop what you’re doing
Whatever you’re doing
And listen what I have to say
’Cause nothing even comes near this
I think I’ve made it clear I really need you to hear this
Ready?

Pay attention to me
Pay attention to me
’Cause this is the place where your attention should be
That's all I’m trying to say
And I’m not going away-ee -ay
So whatever you do
Pay attention to me

Dear listener, thank you
Thank you for listening
Now aren't you glad that you know?
But let’s not lose focus
So don’t put your focus
On anywhere else it might go
I need your help to complete this
To spur you on, I think it might be time to repeat this

Pay attention to me
Pay attention to me
’Cause this is the place where your attention should be
You can't complain that I’m rude
If I say “May I intrude?”
So, come on, get in the mood
To pay attention to me

Now I don't want to hear
That you have better things to do
We all have better things
But I have better better things than you

Pay attention to me
Pay attention to me
’Cause this is the place where your attention should be
Until the whole world has heard
I’ll just keep spreading the wor-i-ord
So whatever you do
Pay attention
You can sing this song too
Nut pay attention
It’s not all about you
So pay attention to me
Track Name: The Real World
George Bush wasn’t behind Nine-Eleven.
The moon landing happened on the moon.
Lee Harvey Oswald shot JFK
And the Rapture won’t be coming soon.

President Obama wasn’t born in Kenya.
The world wasn’t made in seven days.
A chain letter won’t get you a million bucks.
William Shakespeare wrote Shakespeare’s plays.

Wake up to the real world
Wake up to the real world
Forget your secret-deal world
We need you in the real, real
(real, real)
real, real world

Autism isn’t caused by vaccinations
No one just decides to be gay
You can’t say global warming’s all a hoax
’Cause it happens to be cold one day

People are descended from early primates.
UFOs don't come from outer space
The Feds won’t be confiscating all of your guns
And the Holocaust really took place.

Wake up to the real world
Wake up to the real world
Forget your secret-deal world
We need you in the real, real
(real, real)
real, real world

Sure there’s lots
Of schemes and plots
And questions that still nag
But grasp at straws
To find the cause,
You raise your own false flag

AIDS wasn’t something made to kill off black folks
And chemtrails aren’t poisoning the skies.
But the one thing stopping us from saving the world
Is we keep falling for those lies

Here’s the real world
Wake up to the real world
Forget your secret-deal world
We need in the real world

Wake up to the real world
Wake up to the real world
Our not-too-late-to-heal world
We need you in the real, real
(real, real)
real, real
(real, real)
world
Track Name: You Had Me
You had me at “Go fuck yourself!”
I knew then and there
That was just your funny way
To show me you care

Though I know I’m just a worthless idiot
'Cause you told me so
When you said, “Go fuck yourself!”
How could I say no?

You always were a feisty one
I could see that from the first
When you trained your beady eyes on me
I said hello, you simply cursed

Then you made your charm offensive
Too offensive to deny
Your feelings were so plain to see
As you patiently
Explained to me
“Eat shit and die!”

You had me at “Go fuck yourself!”
And I should have known
That even if I begged you
You wouldn’t leave me alone

From endearments like “ya stupid douchebag”
Your devotion is clear
And all those dark secrets
You shout in my ear.

You love that I am vulnerable
I wear my heart on my sleeve.
It’s easier for you to break that way
Just enough so I don't leave.

What really counts is your honesty
The most precious gift of all
You confess you find my mouth too big
And my nose too big
And my ass too big
And my dick too goddamn small


You had me at “Go fuck yourself!”
I knew from the start
When your crimson-faced hollering
First melted my heart

I relinquished my immortal soul to you
As you cast your spell
Turns out you meant your place
When you said “Go to Hell!”

I thrill to hear you mocking me
And it’s music when you scream
From the outside it seems a nightmare
But me, I’m livin’ the dream

I know I don’t deserve you
But I do my best, I swear.
And I’ m grateful when you ask me
“Do you have to drive like a moron?
“Didn’t I tell you never wear that shirt?
“Why you cryin’, you pussy?
“Can’t you man up and grow a pair?”

Now it’s hard to ignore
That you think love is for the birds
But you make my heart soar
With those three little words

You had me at “go fuck yourself”
And I knew there and then
I’d be hearing that bold request
Again and again and again and again

I rely upon your ceaseless badgering
To help steer me true
And you say “Go fuck yourself!”
So that’s what I’ ll do
You say “Go fuck yourself!”
So I’m stickin’ with you.
Track Name: Diamond Ring
Hey there, corporate man
Liquidating main street
Squeezing what you can from this old town
Raiding pension plans
Privatizing shoreline
All that I built, you’re tearing it down

Once I had a trade and plenty opportunity
Paid for public schools and played on the team
You stayed in your skybox bubble of immunity
Livin’ the dream I only can dream

’Cause when you got enough, you wanted more
Came the rainy day, you sold the store
You floated payday loans until I sank
Broke my spirit, then you broke the bank

You built your mega-mansion, shut the gate
For everybody else, tough luck, too late
Now you simply make the markets swing,
So, brother, can you spare a di-amond ring?

Hey there, mister big
Monetizing down time
Rigging every game to zero sum
You say if I complain
I’m asking for a class war
Aren’t you the guy who’s beating that drum?

First you make believe it’s morning in America
Trickin’ me into a trickle down try
Then you steal the backstop where the buck used to stop
My piece of the pie is pie in the sky, pie in the sky

Now I’m just your lowly discount clerk
You’re teaching me the value of hard work
You’re the job negator, you’re the boss
If you make a profit, that’s my loss

If I gripe about the wage I earn
You say there’s plenty more who’d take my turn
And everywhere I look, you pull the string
Well, brother, can you spare a diamond ring?
When did someone die and make you king?
Brother, can you spare a di-amond ring?

So lock me up in jail or send me off to war
Outsource my job and move your firm offshore
You can’t disguise the prize you’re working for
Is a government that doesn’t govern anymore

’Cause you’re a rebel, livin' to the max
You don’t wanna pay no income tax
Other people’s problems are a pain
I signal, you don’t let me in your lane

Well, you can’t hide behind that tinted glass
I am your worst nightmare come to pass
And you think you don’t owe me anything
Well, brother can you spare a diamond ring!
Your first world problem’s gonna sting
And, brother can you spare a diamond ring!
Brother, can you spare a diamond ring!
Brother, can you spare a di-amond ring!
Track Name: A Second Wind
Sailors tell the tales
Of flaccid sails
In jails of stalemate doldrums
Wailing epic fails
Awaiting gales
To blow them up
Or blow them down
To fill their cup
Or let them drown
With blusters thinned
They need a second wind

Heave ho, boys!
What a sight were we
My ship and me
When first we tasted water
Out beyond the lee
In open sea
How we were hurled
Like bantam filigree
Our sails unfurled
And then set free
Inside this airless world
Where I’m chagrined
To tarry on
A second wind

Ocean liners pass us by
But we don’t even try
Their beacons made for beaming out
They’re just as lost as we, no doubt

From this fallow tide
We need a ride
A squall to chase our squalor
Where we now abide
Where once was pride
We only hide
Beseech Poseidon
Don’t rescind
Our second wind

High and dry!
My, but she is yar
My avatar
A stirring westerly siren
Swell, hailed from afar
Like C.P.R.
At last she shows.
How fast she grows
Avast, our mast is pinned
Hearties, dar she blows
A second wind
Track Name: Every Lousy Band
If every lousy band there was
Would just shut up for once because you suck
I gave a listen, took a try
Now I regret both your and my bad luck
You played your song, you had your say
You’re so sincere, every cliché comes true
The feelings that you want to share
I feel your pain just being there
Listening to you

But you’re rockin’ the house, now
You’re havin’ your fun
And you’re just gettin’ started
I’m already done
I’m not going to buy your cd
Your facebook friends don’t include me

When every lousy band in the world
Completely disappears
That will be music to my ears
That will be music to my ears

List every influence you’ve had
Like I should write them on a pad
Ooh, snap
you say you’re working on your sound
Or some unique approach you’ve found
It’s crap
No, I won’t look at your reviews
Who cares what kind of amp you use?
Turn down
Don’t want to sign your mailing list
Not sorry ‘bout the tour I missed
Stay out of town

With your nothing to say
And your just-woke-up voice
You get everyone listening
Like they have no choice
The tune’s just no good, can’t they see?
Does nobody notice but me?

If every lousy band in the world
Would forfeit their careers
That would be music to my ears
That would be music to my ears

It’s a big open mic
So you scream and you shout
Until half the world’s
Drowning the other half out
It’s not just a matter of taste
Your talent’s a good thing to waste

Let every lousy band fade away
Their mediocre songs never play
And on that great and glorious day
We’ll finally give three cheers
That will be music to our ears
That will be music to our ears
That will be music to our ears
Track Name: Murphy Bed
She took him into her Murphy bed
One by one his dreams were shed
Everyday a hope was left unsaid
Shut the lid
And keep it hid
Lest anything go wrong

There he lingered in her Murphy bed
Basking in her sense of dread
With each fateful omen duly read
Then locked away
So she could say
She knew it all along

And in her life was always room for doubt
An inner life she couldn’t do without
To spread her disappointment all about
The eggshell path he would tread
To share her Murphy bed

Soon he’s living under Murphy's law
Good news chafes and good times gnaw
They teeter on a neither-nor seesaw
Believe a lie
The evil eye
That dooms both weak and strong

How fortune’s cookie crumbles, who’s to say
Just what this Murphy world will next betray?
What idle hope could take it all away?
That old, cold comforter spread
Upon her murphy bed

He doesn’t want to be her Murphy man
Just finding can’t in anything he can
And leaving only would confirm her plan
Alas, their fates have been wed
He’s locked inside
His last place to hide
In her Murphy bed
Track Name: Born
There is a time. There is a day.
There is a rhythm to obey.
You find your way, however young
You didn’t know it would arrive
But you are ready and alive
Top of the mornin’ on the tip of your tongue

Now the day’s upon us.
Now the time is near.
This is your deliverance:
You are here.

It’s your birthday
You are born, born, born
It's your birthday
Time to blow your horn
Sendin’ out a shout heard ’round the world
That it’s a girl

Dig your birthday!
And surprise, surprise!
Happy birthday!
Here’s your first sunrise.
Something wondrous happens every day
As this old universe learns.
And many happy returns
Of your birthday.

So greet your world, and get three cheers
And meet your hopes, defeat your fears
Just take it in, fill up each lung.
(I’ll teach you.)
I’ll teach you reachin’ for the stars
Get you the hang of monkeybars
Until the furthest fangled flung one is swung

Now the day’s upon us
Now the time is near
Hallelujah chorus
You are here

Let the mountains sound
Let the heavens sing
Glory be to life
For this newborn thing

Let the oceans splash
Let the doorbells ring
Glory be to life
For this newborn thing
For this newborn thing
(Ah___)

It’s your birthday
You were born, born, born
It's your birthday
Time to blow your horn
Sendin’ out a shout heard ’round the world
That it’s a girl

Dig your birthday
And surprise, surprise!
Happy birthday
Here’s your next sunrise
Something wondrous happens every year
As this old universe learns
And many happy returns
Of your birthday.
And this old universe earns
With many happy returns
Of your birthday.
Track Name: New York's Gone
New York’s gone
It will never be the same
Beatniks, queers, squatters and junkies
The art slums, the rich bums
The fucked-up “fuck you” with a heart of endurance
On a path of greatest resistance
Faded away to a postmodern post-mortem
New York’s gone
New York’s gone

New York’s gone
It will never be the same
The bootleggers’ hot jive race-mixing
The loudmouth speakeasies
The flappers and hoofers
The bankers and strikers
The crashing high flyers
The six A.M. Subway
On a path ’neath the grate
Air resistance
Railroaded out onto Robert Moses Parkway
New York’s gone
New York’s gone

New York’s gone,
It will never be the same
The immigrant high tides of industry
All Whitman’s young soldiers
An Erie empire laced with Edison power
On a path of least resistance
Faded away on a mustard cloud from Verdun
New York’s gone
New York’s gone
New York’s gone

New York’s gone
It will never be the same
George Washington’s first night of congress
In old Fraunces Tavern
Knickerbockers knocking back pious New England
Worn down from wampum in a New York Minuit
To sixty Dutch guilders of trinkets and blankets
At the point of no point of resistance
Leaving no trace but the trail to the Broad Way
New York’s gone
New York’s gone

New York’s gone
It will never be the same
I sing to myself over and over
Long years into exile
I took my own leave but I still see it shining
In a past of greatest resilience
Fading eternally into another dawn
New York’s gone
New York’s gone

As it always goes
The way it’s always gone
New York’s gone

As it always goes
And will ever be the same
New York’s gone
Track Name: Now It's the Man's Turn
Used to be the man who sailed the ocean
The man who held the reins and drove the plow
The man who kept the books and told the stories
Once upon a time that isn’t now

Then the woman got an intuition
The man wouldn’t always have to win
She didn’t need to stay inside the castle
She didn’t have to take the blame for sin

Now it’s the woman’s turn
Now’s the time to pry the door open
Now it’s the woman’s turn
Turn the tide and turn the tables

Now it’s the woman’s turn
Time for dancing on the glass ceiling
Now it’s the woman’s turn
To learn to know her place - is everywhere

Nowadays the woman is no object
As she starts to run the human race
A crazy woman driver on a mission
To overcome the fear that millions face

The fear that woman leads man to temptation
The fear he can’t be what he used to be
And if the man could learn to show his courage
He’d see it’s time to set the woman free

Now it’s the man’s turn
Now’s the time to hold the door open
Now it’s the man’s turn
Time to stand up for the woman

Now, it’s the man’s turn
Put the seat down at the big table
Now, it’s the man’s turn
To stop and ask her for directions now

Now it’s the woman’s turn
To use her wiles, help him see reason
Now it’s the woman’s turn
Do the math, there’s strength in numbers

Now it’s the man’s turn
Give a hand up, so she’ll get a leg up
Now’s everybody’s turn
Do-si-do and swing your partner round
Soon she’ll know
she is free
And her life is her own property

To take back the night
To take back the day
Take the future ’cause it’s headed her way

No more rape
No abuse
When biology is not an excuse

No means no
Yes means yes
And you won’t get there until and unless
You turn
Track Name: He Wrote Himself Off
He wrote himself off
He rode off past the edge
Of a little too fast
He wrote himself a
Blank check for
An amount more’n
However long he’ll manage to last

He wrote himself off
He’s made his mind a blank
That he’ll never fill in
He’s challenging
A cathode light
To a stare fight
Nobody cares who’s going to win

And if there’s one thing left you could tell him
It’s that there’s nothing left to be said

’Cause he’s the bad news
Dragging himself around town
And he’s the bad news
Living it up till he can’t live it down
Bad news – it’s like father, like son
Bad news, he’s in a dare club of one

And he’s the bad news
Hiding no feelings of shame
Now he’s the bad news
So bad it’s giving bad news a bad name
Still i see the boy
Bad news, why don’t you give me some good news?

He knocked himself out
He dragged himself on
Wrote himself off
He wrote himself off
And that’s all he wrote.

He wrote himself off
He lighted up both ends
Of a very short fuse
He stowed off just to
Rock the boat
With a doctor’s note
He would never bother to use

He wrote himself off
Relinquished every day
To perpetual night
He wrote himself an epitaph
And the last laugh
Plenty of more good reasons to write

Let’s drink to nothing in moderation
And leaving everything to excess

Now here’s the bad news
Dragging itself around town
And here’s the bad news
Giving it up so we won’t live him down
Bad news – gone from father to son
Bad news – doing what can’t be undone

I hear the bad news
Never to see him the same
And here’s the bad news
So bad it’s giving bad news a bad name
Still i knew the boy
Bad news, ’cause i remember the good news

He knocked himself out
He dragged himself on
Wrote himself off
He wrote himself off
And that’s all he wrote
Track Name: The Only Song
There's a billion songs since time began
But they’re gone where you can’t use them
All the melodies once known to man
it’s not like you get to choose them
You sing them and then you lose them

There’s a billion girls for you to love
But far fewer ways to meet them
And in all of the girls you’re thinking of
Sailing around the sun
Stumbling toward your only one
Now, how do you know…

The only song on earth worth singing
Only girl on earth worth loving
You’ve no choice
But raise your voice
To sing it all day long

The only song on earth worth singing
Only life on earth worth living
Till one day
It fades away
You’ll sing it loud and strong
Like it’s the only song

You heard the record on the radio
Pulled your ride off to the side of the road
Played the single till the needle broke
You could never get enough

When you stood in line to see the show
She was sending out a secret code
It was obvious before you spoke
That you’d never get enough
No, you’ll never get enough

There’s a billion worlds from one Big Bang
You have just your song to teach them
But those multi-verses that you sang
Will redshift and never reach them
No matter how loud you preach them

There’s a billion lives inside your life
And in every squirt of semen
It’s a random roulette and risk is rife
But out of the gate you run
Hurtling toward the only ever one
Now, how does it go?

The only song on earth worth singing
Only girl on earth worth loving
You’ve no choice
But raise your voice
To sing it all day long

The only song on earth worth singing
Only life on earth worth living
Till one day
It fades away
You’ll sing it loud and strong
‘Cause it’s the only song
‘Cause it’s your only song
Track Name: If I Had a Nickel
If I had a nickel
For every click on YouTube
So when you watched this song now
I’d make a buckaroo, dude
That’s what I would do, newb
Off that suckeroo rube
That’s what you would do too
Doo-doo, doo-doo

Every view on YouTube
I’d make another nickel
Take that to the bank, yeah
Every click’ll trickle
Drop it in the kitty
A nickel for my ditty
To make another vide-
Uh-oh-oh

Gimme a nickel
Gimme your hard-earned pay
Gimme a reason
To get through the working day

But I don’t own that YouTube
And it don’t work that way, pal
So if you add my song now
That kinda add don’t pay, pal
There’s a pretty penny
And someone’s makin’ plenty
And I ain’t gettin’ any
Nyah-nyah-nyah nyah-nyah

Gimme a nickel
Gimme your hard-earned pay
Give you a reason
To get through another day
Everybody’s got an angle
An edge to push, a break to wangle
Up your skirt or whatyacallit
There’s a straight shot to your wallet
Cyber ceo providers
Claim your content as free riders
All is fair if you desire it
Share the love and be a pirate
Yar

Gimme a nickel
Gimme your hard-earned pay
Gimme a reason
To get through the working day

Gimme a minute
Gimme a chance to say
Gimme a reason
For giving it all away
For giving it all away
For giving it all away
Track Name: Asteroid
Courtney’s in the dark
Twenty feet from fame
And Kurt is the one
She’s his Luna moth
Come to fan the flame
Of their binary sun
She will tag along
Until he’s made his name
And while he’s shooting up
She won’t leave him alone

’Cause she’s riding his asteroid
Till he crashes and burns and end of story
Leaping into his void
In a blaze of glory
Riding his asteroid
And she won’t have to hold on too much longer
Whatever is not destroyed
Gonna make her stronger
She’s the go wrong-monger to the stars

Monica’s a lark
Close but no cigar
She’ll never be queen
In his borrowed light
Even from afar
She mustn’t be seen
Bill just sets her up
Like a rising star
Until he lets her fall
She won’t leave him alone

’Cause she’s riding his asteroid
Till she crashes and burns and end of story
Leaping into his void
In a blaze of glory
She’s riding his asteroid
And she won’t have to hold on too much longer
Whatever is not destroyed
Doesn’t make her stronger
He’s the do wrong-monger of the stars

His gravity pulls us
To have it he lulls us
Her cavity rules us
Depravity fools us

And we’re riding their asteroid
Till it crashes and burns and end of story
Leaping into their void
In a blaze of glory
We’re riding their asteroid
But do we have to keep holding on forever?
’Cause it doesn’t take Sigmund Freud
To see what pulls the lever
Death is their life’s endeavor
And it’s time to sever theirs from ours
Track Name: Diplomatic Plates
Oh, if I had a set
Of diplomatic plates
I’d get my way with folks you say
My manner irritates
I’d be that lucky guy
That everybody hates
Oh, if I had some diplomatic plates

I’d get exclusive offers
A complimentary glass of wine
I’d demand an upgrade
And they’d let me cut in line
You couldn’t call me cheapskate
When I paid the lowest rates
If I only had some diplomatic plates

I’d park in front of hydrants
Punch patrolmen in the jaw
I’d drink and drive, go ninety five
And break the so-called law
But I’d receive immunity
Behind my mission gates
If I had a set of diplomatic plates

Oh, if I had a set
Of diplomatic plates
You’d have to cut me slack
When I took other girls on dates
I’d be the biggest douche
In these United States
Oh, if I had some diplomatic plates

I’d show up uninvited
And I’d never go away
I’d hire Vegas strippers
And of course I’d make you pay
And I could extradited if you flouted my dictates
If I only had some diplomatic plates

I’d make back-handed compliments
Insult you to your face
I’d tell off-color anecdotes
On religion, sex and race
I’d treat you like I treat you now
Then leave you in bad straits
If I had a set of diplomatic plates

Diplomatic, diplomatic, diplomatic plates
Diplomatic diplomat, your limousine awaits

Oh, if I had a set
Of diplomatic plates
I’d overrule your arguments
I’d win all our debates
And still you’d take me back
Despite my lousy traits
The loser who could never fail
With permanent get-out-of-jail
Oh, if I had some diplomatic plates.
Track Name: What is God?
What is God?
Is it just a word you say?
A merely wishful thought to fight your fear
And pain, and cheer it all away?
To spurn and spite all other creeds
Whose misfortunes help to make yours strong?
Is God an easy rationale
To say “you shall not” or “you shall”
Then go ahead and do what’s wrong?

But what is God
If not a sense of what is right?
The little voice of conscience you obey
To turn away instead of fight
To see another point of view
To not do what you want but what you should
Is it the hope that isn’t lost,
The firm belief at any cost
In what you somehow know is good?

But good may be also not good in a way.
Isn’t good for the predator bad for the prey?
I think so
How can you be both a part of a whole
And apart from a whole or just stuck in a hole?
And who is the “you” if it isn’t your soul?
When you die, tell me, where do you go?

What is God
But life’s abiding mystery?
The hidden thing you want to understand
The bigger plan that you can’t see
The wonder or the blunder of the universe
The fact that this could all exist
That puts you on the endless search
Inside a classroom or a church
To puzzle out some truth you missed?

Then what is God
But faith in something you can’t prove?
Like the faith you have in gravity’s pull
Or in reason
Or in the flow of time through which you move
An assumption you can’t test
Yet to deny it all would be absurd
Your faith the universe is real
That you can share what other’s feel
Is manifest from your first word

Still in spite of the fact each argument is flawed
And every savior seems a fraud
If life can leave you awed
Without a doubt then that is God.
Without a doubt then that is God.
Without a doubt then what is God?
Track Name: Y2K
Everyone was freakin’ over Y2K
Everything we counted on would go away
Everything was hinging on a program glitch
May day hey day
Hit panic switch

Everybody scared it would all break down
Stockin’ up and lockin’ up a cache
Runnin’ out o’ town
Time to rock ‘n’ roll seemed to fly right by
Out of our hands
And out of the sky it came

(Y2K)
On that fateful day
(Y2K)
All our fears gave way
Fireworks display
San Francisco Bay
(Y2K)
Heads up
Anything is possible
Y2K

Everybody kissin’ everyone they meet
Lendin’ all and spendin’ all they cash
Runnin’ in the street
Fallin’ like a mist in our newborn eyes
Boy, we were in
For a surprise again

(Y2K)
Came a fateful day
(Y2K)
After some delay
Planes like birds of prey
Buildings fell away
(Y2K)
Heads up
Anything is possible
Y2K

It’s past the time when time was running out
To be the last in line to go hiding underground
To hatch your nice tries, they’re numbered now.
Can’t deny the sea rise and the tundra melt
Nasty surprise! You thought everything was wonderful
Once you’re invincible, realize you’re vulnerable
But after you’re wise to where the truth lies,
You’re twice as gullible
You can’t divide the greatest common multiple
Blasted by solar flares and culpable cyber criminals
And machinations of the high and powerful
A cast of nasty faster masterminds – expendable – expellable
Dispatch millenarian millennials to go to hell
To catch the end times and find their holy grail
Catastrophe or slow decay, leaving out
No detail worthy of freakin’ out over it
Everything’s trollable and uncontrollable
Get freakin’ over it
Time is unstoppable
Anything’s possible
Everyday is Y2K

(Y2K)
On that fateful day
(Y2K)
The world was led astray
Tripped by feet of clay
Headed the wrong way
(Y2K)
Heads up
Anything is possible
Y2K

Everybody’s gone apocalypse
Pickin’ from the same old shoppin’ list
Running up the new necropolis
Now

Closin’ time and feelin’ mighty fine
Go to town and toe the partyline
Like it’s always nineteen ninety-nine
Now

All the old MCs still killin’ ‘em
Fill our voices up like helium
Till we feel a real millennium
Now

(We’re still waiting
For our future)
Track Name: Mantra
My life is full
My burden is light
My heart is open
My love is strong

My world is vast
My stride is unbroken
My path is winding
My journey is long

My time is now
My wishes, forever
My soul is naked
My truth isn’t wrong

My mind is clear
My story is untold
My fate unwritten
My purpose, a song

My home is peace
My welcome abounds
My spirit is one
My kindred a throng

My life is full
My burden is light
My heart is open
My love is strong