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- Luna - 04-28-2002
<div align="center"><span style='font-size:17pt;line-height:100%'>Steam</span>
Stand Back!
Stand Back!
What are those dogs doing sniffing at my feet
They're on to something, picking up
Picking up this heat, this heat
Give me steam
And how you feel to make it real
Real as anything you've seen
Get a life with the dreamer's dream
You know your culture from your trash
You know your plastic from your cash
When I lose sight of the track
You know the way back
But I know you
You know your stripper from your paint
You know your sinner from your saint
Whenever heaven's doors are shut
You kick them open but
I know you
Give me steam
And how you feel to make it real
Real as any place you've been
Get a life with the dreamer's dream
Stand back!
Stand back!
Can't you see I've lost control I'm getting indiscreet
You're moving in so close 'til I'm picking up
Picking up this heat, this heat
Give me steam
And how you feel to make it real
Real as anything you've seen
Get a life with this dreamer's dream
You know your green from your red
You know the quick from the dead
So much better than the rest
You think you've been blessed
But I know you
You know your ladder from your snake
You know the throttle from the brake
You know your straight line from a curve
You've got a lot of nerve
But I know you
Give me steam
And how you feel to make it real
Real as any place you've been
Get a life with the dreamer's dream
Everybody nosedive
Hold your breath, count to five
Backslap, boobytrap,
Cover it up in bubblewrap
Room shake, earthquake
Find a way to stay awake
<span style='font-size:17pt;line-height:100%'>It's going to blow, it's going to break
This is more than I can take</span>
Oh yeah, I need steam
Feel the steam all around me
Ah you're turning up the heat
When I start to dream aloud
See you move your hands and feet
Won't you step into this cloud of steam
This steam
Give me steam
And how you feel to make it real
Real as anything you've seen
Get a life with this dreamer's dream
Help me yeah
Ready to steam out the log jam
Stir crazy from the freezer to the boil
Water's bubbling, it's b..b..b..bubbling
bubbling [x4]
like it's coming to a boil
Give me steam, lady
Give me steam around me now
Aah coming alive [x2]
Said give me some steam</div>
- SLASH - 04-28-2002
<center>Hotdogs and Hamburgers
Drivin' down on a dry summer's day
Old Route 66 and I was just a kid
Met a pretty little Indian girl
Along the way
Got her into my car
And tried to give her a kiss
I'll give you beads and wampum
Whatever it takes girl, to make you trade
She jumped into the back seat
And she kind of flipped her lid
She said you're tryin' to get something for nothing
Like the pilgrims in the olden days
We rode for a while till the sun went away
And I realized it was sort of an honor
Bein' around this girl
I felt embarrassed
Of what I tried to do earlier that day
She was the saddest girl I ever knew
She told me stories about the Indian nations
And how the white man stole their lives away
And although she kinda liked me
She could never trust me
And when the sun comes up
We'd go our different ways
Chorus:
Now everybody has got the choice
Between hotdogs and hamburgers
Every one of us has got to choose
Between right and wrong
And givin' up or holdin' on
So I dropped her off at some railroad crossing in Texas
An old Indian man was waiting there
He smiled and thanked me
But he saw right through me
I could tell he didn't like me
For my kind he did not care
Because to him I was the white man
The one who sold him something that he already owned
And it was like he'd been riding in the car right there with us
And I felt ashamed of my actions
And the way the west was really won
So I drove down the highway
Till I came to Los Angeles
The town of the angels
The best this country can do
I got down on my knees
And I asked for forgiveness
I said, Lord, forgive us for we know not what we do
Chorus
Now everybody has got the choice
Between hotdogs and hamburgers
Every one of us has got to choose
Between right and wrong
And givin' up or holdin' on</center>
- Luna - 04-30-2002
Hmmmm...interesting twist there, Mr. Slash. :thumbs-up:
<div align="center"><span style='color:blue'><span style='font-size:15pt;line-height:100%'>The Last Resort</span>
She came from Providence,
the one in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang
heavy in the air
She packed her hopes and dreams
like a refugee
Just as her father came across the sea
She heard about a place people were smilin'
They spoke about the red man's way,
and how they loved the land
And they came from everywhere
to the Great Divide
Seeking a place to stand
or a place to hide
Down in the crowded bars,
out for a good time,
Can't wait to tell you all,
what it's like up there
And they called it paradise
I don't know why
Somebody laid the mountains low
while the town got high
Then the chilly winds blew down
Across the desert
through the canyons of the coast, to
the Malibu
Where the pretty people play,
hungry for power
to light their neon way
and give them things to do
Some rich men came and raped the land,
Nobody caught 'em
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus,
people bought 'em
And they called it paradise
The place to be
They watched the hazy sun, sinking in the sea
You can leave it all behind
and sail to Lahaina
just like the missionaries did, so many years ago
They even brought a neon sign: "Jesus is coming"
Brought the white man's burden down
Brought the white man's reign
Who will provide the grand design?
What is yours and what is mine?
'Cause there is no more new frontier
We have got to make it here
We satisfy our endless needs and
justify our bloody deeds,
in the name of destiny and the name
of God
And you can see them there,
On Sunday morning
They stand up and sing about
what it's like up there
They call it paradise
I don't know why
You call someplace paradise,
kiss it goodbye.</span></div>
- Spitfire - 05-02-2002
That's one of my favorite Eagles' songs Luna
<center>OPPRESSION - Ben Harper
Oppression, you pray on us when we sleep
Oppression, you chase after the tired, the poor ,the weak
Oppression, I swear you mean only harm
Opression, you reach out with your long arm.
But Oppression, I wont let you near me
Oh Opression, you will learn to fear me, yes you will
Oppression, you seek population control
Oppression, to divide and to conquer is your goal
Oppression, I swear that hatred is your home
Oppression, you just wont leave bad enough alone
Oppression, I wont let you near me
wooh no Oppression, you shall learn to fear me
Yes you will.
Oppression, I don't see how you sleep
Oppression, for your bleeding conscience I weep
Oppression, you may have the dollar on your side
But Oppression, from the gospel truth you cannot hide
Oppression, I wont let you near me, oh no
Oppression, you shall learn to fear me, yes you will
Oppression, I wont let you near me
Oppression, you shall fear me yes you-- wi-----llah</center>