Beach House On The Moon

By: bruce cockburn

Sunset is an angel weeping
Holding out a bloody sword
No matter how i squint i cannot
Make out what it's pointing toward
Sometimes you feel like you've lived too long
Days drip slowly on the page
And you catch yourself
Pacing the cage

I've proven who i am so many times
The magnetic strip's worn thin
And each time i was someone else
And everyone was taken in
Powers chatter in high places
Stir up eddies in the dust of rage
Set me to pacing the cage

I never knew what you all wanted
So i gave you everything
All that i could pillage
All the spells that i could sing
It's as if the thing were written
In the constitution of the age
Sooner or later you'll wind up
Pacing the cage

Sometimes the best map will not guide you
You can't see what's round the bend
Sometimes the road leads through dark places
Sometimes the darkness is your friend
Today these eyes scan bleached-out land
For the coming of the outbound stage
Pacing the cage

Pacing the cage

By: jimmy buffett

If men came from venus
And women came from mars
Then i'd be lunching with my boyfriends
While you girls talked about cigars
But that's not how it happened
Evolution took a different turn
We may be creatures with some unique features
But we've still got a lot to learn

We made it nearly 20 centuries
But your monkeys with ph.d.s
Spun a web of communications
But it's all still a tangle to me

I can't tell the spiders
From the dangling flies and moths
I feel like like some outsider
Who seems to have his wires all crossed

I can't fax you my love
I can't email my heart
I can't see your face in cyberspace
I don't know where to start

I'm light years behind
From the age they call stone
I'm a carbon based caveman
Honey just flesh and bone

I ain't no clone
I'm just flesh and bone
Trying to connect with you
I ain't no clone
I'm just flesh and bone
Trying to get my message through

Now we live in this age of computers
They run everything in the world
And i'm a little behind on this technical climb
And you are an internet girl

I've got words but no processor
I've got feelings but i don't know dos
So i just have to go back to basics
To try to get my point across

Desperate for a glimpse of the future
We use crystals and cards and dice
And that y2k is coming our way
They're talking about some worldly strife

It's time to think of simpler options
It's time to formulate a big plan b
So if your hard drive does crash
I've got some kruggerands stashed
Come on and sail away with me

I can't fax you my love
I can't email my heart
I can't see your face in cyberspace
I don't know where to start

I'm light years behind
From the age they call stone
I'm a carbon based caveman
Honey just flesh and bone

I ain't no clone
I'm just flesh and bone
Trying to connect with you
I ain't no clone
I'm just flesh and bone
Let's run away to timbuktu

(spoken) oh yeah baby come on run away
Don't worry i don't byte
I might nip a little bit
Here let me get that

By: peter mayer and roger guth

Woke up just the other day
Fell out of bed and my dog ran away
Car won't start and the weather was cold and gray

I got stuck in a traffic jam
My major meeting didn't go as i planned
Looks like it's gonna be another one of those days

(chorus)
I got a roof over my head
Someone to love me in a 4 poster bed and
I can play this here guitar and
Thank my lucky stars

Politicians speak and it makes me ill
People are dying just for a thrill
Maybe it's just evolution gone astray

The climate's too hot, music's gotten cold
I'm living like a health nut but i still grow old
You do what you can on the edge of the milky way

(chorus)
Gonna thank my lucky stars

Wrapped up in the problems of the day
Just remember there's no rewind and no replay
So don't you worry cause it ain't gonna fix a thing

(harp)

Woke up just the other day
Thought that maybe i'd be ok
Cause the story i'm been getting ain't written anywhere

(chorus)
Gonna thank my lucky stars

(chorus)
Gonna thank my lucky stars
Thank you stars

if necessity was the mother of invention
Then i'd like to kill the guy who invented this
The numbers come together in some kind of third dimension
A regular algebraic bliss

Let's starts with something simple
Like 1 and 1 ain't 3
Any 2 plus 2 will never get you 5
There's fractions in my subtraction
And x don't equal y
But my homework is bound to multiply

Math suks (math suks), math suks (math suks)
I'd like to burn this text book
I hate that stuff so much
Math suks (math suks), math suks (math suks)
Sometimes i think that i don't know that much
But math suks

I got so bored with my homework
I turned on the tv
The beauty pageant winners were all smiling through their teeth
And they asked the new miss america
Hey babe can you add up all those bucks
She looked puzzled then just said "math suks"

Math suks (math suks), math suks (math suks)
You don't even have to spell it
All you have to do is yell it
Math suks (math suks), math suks (math suks)
Sometime times i think that i don't know that much
But math suks

Geometry and trigonometry and if they don't tax your brain
There are numbers to big to be named
Numerical precision is a science with a mission
And i think its' gonna drive me insane

Parents fighting with their children
And the congress can't agree
Teachers and their students are all jousting constantly
Management and labor keep rattling old sabres
Quacking like those peabody ducks

Math suks (quack quack), math suks (quack quack)
You don't even have to spell it
All you have to do is yell it
Math suks, that's right, math suks, you got it
Sometime times i think that i don't know that much
But math suks
All right there goes our g rating

Math suks, math suks, math suks the big one
Math suks, math suks, math suks the big one
Math suks, math suks, math suks the big one
Math suks, math suks, math suks, math suks

By: jimmy buffett and mac mcanally

(whistling)
Now i'm not talking 'bout excessive greed
The kind that puzzled the scribes and pharisees
I don't worship it like a golden calf
But change in my pocket is always good for a laugh

Seen it brighten up the eyes of a child
It even makes the dalai lama smile
It's no relation to the meaning of life
It's a dang fool husband doesn't spring for his wife

A little spending money
Money to burn
Money that you did not necessarily earn
Rainy days seem to wind up sunny
Long as you got a little spending money

I got no financial conscience
Can't worry where it went
A lasting treasure a moment of pleasure
Worth in every cent

Coin or paper, silver or gold
All denominations nouveaux or old
Can't have a turkey without oyster dressing
It's the root of all evil the sum of your blessings

Don't need no armored car or time-locked vault
Don't need a shaker full, just a few grains of salt
You may get by looking good and being funny
But life's a little less restrained with a little

Spending money
Money to burn
Money that you did not necessarily earn
Rainy days seem to wind up sunny
Long as you got a little spending money
Long as you got a little spending money
Oh give me some spending money

By: jimmy buffett

Cameron's getting logical
A vulcan in disguise
The mysteries of the night
Are putting sparkles in his eyes
He's looking for sound reasoning
But the best that i can do
Is this transcendental story
That i'll pass along to you

Pass the falls they call victoria
Down the river named the nile
Drifts a tiny little handmade boat
It's shaped just like a smile
And steered by a magician
With the knowledge that he needs
To keep him on his destined course
Pass the crocodiles and reeds

He's the admiral of the ocean
The lone eagle in the sky
He gave me my first sextant
And he taught me how to fly

It's been quite a lengthy passage
From the dawn of time til now
He has weathered the infernal storms
In his trusty petite dhow
He has soared above collassal waves,
Sailed the endless sea
Sometimes he resembles you
Sometimes he looks like me

I saw him through my telescope
On a cloudless night in june
As he rested between voyages
At his beach house on the moon

There are windows to the galaxies
And hallways to the past
There are trapdoors to the future
And a splintered ancient mast
There are relics from apollo trips
When the earth men came to play
And a hammock from a distant star
Out in the milky way

He's the admiral of the ocean
The lone eagle in the sky
He gave me my first sextant
And he taught me how to fly
I saw him through my telescope
On a cloudless night in june
As he rested between voyages
At his beach house on the moon

A striped bass breaks the surface
As the sunset fades away
And our journey from the sea of storms
Takes us home besides the bay
We go fishing in the ocean
We go travelling back in time
Like the song says teach your children
To go fishing with their mind

Cameron's contemplating
I'm not sure just what he thinks
Is my dad some kind of lunatic
With his stories and high hijinks
Then he says when i get old and gray
And feel like i'm marooned
He will take me in his rocketship
To that beach house on the moon