Live From The Fall

I really have to clean up my room
You know its been so long since i've seen my floor
It's getting kind of scary in fact i suspect
That when i finally clear away i won't know her anymore
How we'll have grown so far apart
From those early days with the fresh new start
So in the end it won't matter at all
So why should i bother with the rise and the fall
So i quietly lay back down
And watch tv

But these are the things we tell ourselves
Eventual stories designed to amuse
It's a game we play and we play it well
In fact we're so damn good that we try to lose
So we can keep hiding
So we can survive
And keep on believing
Someday we'll go outside & drive
Gonna go outside & drive...

I have resolved not to leave my house
Till my floor comes back and my room is clean
So i'm really kind of glad that my tv's here
While i concoct my plan to fulfill my dream
Now won't that be wonderful when i'll finally be done
I just can't wait for it then i'll start to have fun
It's getting hard lately to concentrate
All my appointments cancelled cause i'm horribly late
You know i think i need a prison
In order to dream of being free

But these are the things we tell ourselves
Eventual stories designed to amuse
It's a game we play and we play it well
In fact we're so damn good that we try to lose
So we can keep hiding
So we can survive
And keep on believing
Someday we'll go outside & drive

Low rider gonna get a little lower
Low rider gonna ride a little slower

Low rider gonna get out in the street now
Low rider gonna move your feet now

Take a little trip
Take a little trip
Take a little trip with me
Take a little trip
Take a little trip
Take a little trip with me

Original performer: john lennon

Imagine there's no heaven - it's easy if you try
No hell below us, above us, only sky
Imagine all the people, living for today

Imagine there's no country - i wonder if you do?
Nothing to kill or die for; no religion, too
Imagine all the people, living life in peace, you-hoo

You may say i'm a dreamer
But i'm not the only one
I hope that you will join us
And the world would live as one

Imagine no possessions - i wonder if you can?
Nothing to keep only from greed or hunger - a brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people, sharing all the world, you-hoo

You may say that i'm a dreamer
But i'm not the only one
I hope that you will join us
And the world would live as one

Once upon a midnight dearie
I woke with something in my head
I couldn't escape the memory
Of a phone call and of what you said
Like a game show contestant with a parting gift
I could not believe my eyes
When i saw through the voice of a trusted friend
Who needs to humor me and tell me lies
Yes humor me and tell me lies
And i'll lie too and say i don't mind
And as we seek so shall we find
And when you're feeling open i'll still be here
But not without a certain degree of fear
Of what will be with you and me
I still can see things hopefully

But you
Why you wanna give me a run-around
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is slow me down

Oh yeah
And shake me and my confidence
About a great many things
But i've been there i can see it cower
Like a nervous magician waiting in the wings
Of a bad play where the heroes are right
And nobody thinks or expects too much
And hollywood's calling for the movie rights
Singing hey babe let's keep in touch
Hey baby let's keep in touch
But i want more than a touch i want you to reach me
And show me all the things no one else can see
So what you feel becomes mine as well
And soon if we're lucky we'd be unable to tell
What's yours and mine the fishing's fine
And it doesn't have to rhyme so don't you feed me a line

But you
Why you wanna give me a run-around
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is slow me down

Ha la la la la bomba dear this is the pilot speaking
And i've got some news for you
It seems my ship still stands no matter what you drop
And there ain't a whole lot that you can do
Oh sure the banner may be torn and the wind's gotten colder
Perhaps i've grown a little cynical
But i know no matter what the waitress brings
I shall drink in and always be full
Yes, my cup shall always be full

Oh i like coffee
And i like tea
I'd like to be able to enter a final plea
I still got this dream that you just can't shake
I love you to the point you can no longer take
Well all right okay
So be that way
I hope and pray
That there's something left to say

But you
Why you wanna give me a run-around
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is slow me down

But you
Why you wanna give me a run-around
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is slow me down

Well here i am
In a roadside stew
You're checking to see if i'm alright
I'm looking up at you
Well i'm o.k.
I've been here before
You know i have an ass to land on and that's what it's for

I'm gonna dust me off
Get on my feet
Get myself together
Get me good to eat
Well what a night
I don't remember much
Not to worry my friend
I'm better off as such

Well what a day and what's for breakfast?
Have to see what comes along
What a day and what's for breakfast?
Nothing ventured nothing wrong

Well what a day and what's for breakfast?
Have to see what comes along
What a day and what's for breakfast?
Nothing ventured nothing wrong

Sweet talking hippie
Cross your killing floor, baby
Gonna come a little closer
Cause you know i want more, baby

Don't run off
Don't you be afraid of me
You know you are what you made you baby
I am what i try to be

You know i need your love
And i could use your money
And if you ain't got a dime
We'll sell tickets, honey

You know we need each other, baby
Like a diamond and a ring
Now settle back now, woman
And watch me do my thing

Just a little bit closer, it's all right
Just a little bit closer, it's all right
Just a little bit closer, just a little bit
Just a little bit, little bit, little bit, little bit,
Little bit, little bit, little bit, little bit,
Little bit, little bit,just the littlest bit,
The littlest bit, littlest bit

Sweet talking hippie
Cross your killing floor, baby
Gonna come a little closer
Cause you know i want more, baby

That's all i am, i said that's all i am
I said that's all i am, that's all i am

Thank you.

Music & lyrics: john popper

The sun is warm as the day is long
I just got the feeling i can do no wrong
I've got a long way to walk
Can't afford my next meal
I tell a few lies but my hunger is real

And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

Mademoiselle tell me do you play
Well, if she shakes her head, well then that's okay
I watch her walk away in haste
There's just no accounting for some people's taste,

And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

Big angry man in the doorway there
Just keep on walking like i don't care
Why you giving such an evil eye
Could it be you were ignored by every passerby

And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

Play in the park for tobacco and food
Then i excuse myself but they think i'm rude
Tourist don't want me to end his show
But this colorful attraction got places to go

And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

Sit at the pier watch the sun go down
Another lost little boy in a big old town
I want to laugh i want to cry
But no matter how hard i may try

It won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

It won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

1990 blues traveler music

Music: chan kinchla
Lyrics: john popper

I want to tell you about something special
I want to tell you what makes men need
I think i'm talking 'bout what we all get into
I think i'm talking 'bout love & greed

You can take it anyway but take it at your own speed
'cause you wouldn't be the first to fall to love & greed

A man in love willing to walk through fire
A greedy man like a moth to a flame
A man in love willing to go half crazy
A greedy man likely to go insane

You can take it anyway but take it at your own speed
'cause you wouldn't be the first to fall to love & greed

So the trap's been set and you've took the bait
You saw it all go down just a little too late
But now you're hooked and to your surprise
You saw how some of it was real and some was lies
But you're in too deep 'cause you care too much
And there's never been a cure for that as such
You could see prison bars or call it home sweet home
But like it or not you're no longer alone

A man in love don't know what he's doing
A greedy man always says he does
A man in love sold his soul up the river
That's where a greedy man's soul always was

You can take it anyway but take it at your own speed
'cause you wouldn't be the first to fall to love & greed

Music: chan kinchla
Lyrics: r. popper & john popper

A thousand times a prophet
A new york city prophet
They lie there all forgotten
I wonder who will hear them next

Well it won't be me it won't be you
Kind of makes you wonder who
Any sympathetic ear would do
Who's gonna hear them next

Lie prophet lie
For the sky is much too high
Keep it in your eye
And memorize the moon
Dream prophet dream
Don't you listen to them scream
We know they didn't hear you yet
But you're bound to get there soon

What do you think we'd hear them say
Would they drop down on their knees and pray
Would they tell us that it's all ok
Who do you think will ease their pain

And if we dare to listen
As the tears freeze up and glisten
With the current savior risen
Who do you think will ease their pain

Lie prophet lie
For the sky is much too high
Keep it in your eye
And memorize the moon
Dream prophet dream
Don't you listen to them scream
We know they didn't hear you yet
But you're bound to get there soon

What will our mighty future be
For there ain't no prophet here to see
That narrows it down to you and me
Do you want to live or die

Well we've chosen death with its toll begun
(you know) i've always pictured life more fun
Too bad we couldn't ever act as one
Do you want to live or die

Lie prophet lie
For the sky is much too high
Keep it in your eye
And memorize the moon
Dream prophet dream
Don't you listen to them scream
We know they didn't hear you yet
But you're bound to get there soon

Ya know,
There's this park, you see, in new york
That's what this song is about
Where we used to grow up
And, um, hang around
And then we started moving on
And started going on the road
We weren't home that much
But, back then they had this really great idea
When we hit town
These parks were prime real estate, you see
And if we could keep them nice-looking
We could charge more rent for the places around town
Now, i know you guys have that here around boston
But, you know, in new york
They had this great idea that there had to be a crack-down
So we could sweep the park clean of the undesirable elements
And we figured, what could we do?
Besides vote
Perhaps we could tell a song
To you
Through the musical medium
And then you'll know
So here we go
I really hope so
Well, here it is...

Rich man smells smoke, he smells something burning green
Doesn't like the odor, better put some badges on the scene
Put a blue suit on everybody you see hangin' round
And if that don't work, we're gonna close that park down...
But anyway
Yesterday a man was busted trying to walk his dog
Cop didn't like his attitude, say that he was against the law
Shoot everybody with a mutt this side of the town
And if that don't work, we're gonna close that park down...
Preach on, my wounded chandler

You know when you're walkin through that park one night
Whether your skin is black or white
And you feel that particular pressure on the back of your head
And the hairs on the back of your neck start to stand up
And you hear a (police call)
Trust those hairs
Because if you're big or burly
Or even short and surly
Or if your cat's named shirley
You could be walkin through that park
And meet with the most undesirable disaster
Compliments of your taxes
I'm not saying its gonna happen
I'm not saying that it will definitely happen
But it could happen
Because it has happened
I mean, it could be you
Or you, or you, or you, or you
Those guys back there
Yeah, that guy, yeah definitely
Those three, easily
Yup, you
Yup, that guy
That guy
Him
Those guys up there
Stinky or scarface
Anybody
Well, enough of my yacking

What about your truth and your mother's apple pie
I guess it's all another part of your grand designing lie
Should i tell you something pretty so you don't end my way of life
Or should i come up from behind with some stolen, bloody, rusty knife
Well maybe i should sit by and watch you kill my friends
And maybe i can learn to love you and hope you never end
Perhaps i can learn to hate you but i think i already do
All i know for sure right now, it's gotta be me or you
While your uncle rolls his joints with his fifty dollar bill
I'm off in some other park, and i'm laughing at you still
Laughing my saggy ass of at you baby
C'mon tell me all of your stories
Tell me about your politics
Tell me anything
Tell me how you blame your kids
Tell me