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Close Your Mind
Cynics in Love
Texas Son
Band with a Message
Smiling at the Boss
Ignorance Enhancer
Wiffle Ball
Lick Bush

Close Your Mind

If it's obvious, please tell me more
Even If I don't win, you tell me the score
Whatever's obvious… there's not enough said
Taking their word for it has left thousands dead
If it's so obvious, you explain why
We declare victory and still hundreds die
It goes without even saying
(Bombs explode) I ask if it's a blessing or slaying
Come together, but let's stay apart
Long enough to ask what's in your heart
Is it obvious that a pre-emptive strike
Can get a neighbor mad, cause a scream in the night
Bad guys and murderers aren't new in this world
I don't want them, I like them like the acorns like squirrel
But boys and girls, let's listen to mom
Instead of W and Dick, Powel and Rice, especially Rumsfeld, Don
CLOSE YOUR MIND, YEAH!
CLOSE YOUR MIND, YEAH!
CLOSE YOUR MIND, YEAH!

Cynics in Love

I don't take a compliment well
Why listen to them listening to themselves talk?
I don't celebrate anybody's birthday
The sky spills rain… rain
The talking faces make me laugh
I don't let them do more
The serious ones can even hurt you
Footsteps come...
Cynics in love, Cynics in love, Bossanova, Cynics in love
I always pity a hero
They have to think about a hard thing
I'm not my brother's keeper
Those voices sing
I know to act real clean-like
Tell my own mom a lie
But if I crossed you
(I) think I'd die
Cynics in love, Got a cynic in love… Dork-adore-ya, Cynics in love
And I share with you a stare or two of bliss and blues… bliss and blues:
Was that it? That wasn't all! Why would anybody laugh at All?
Anybody laugh at all ... laugh at All?
You asked a difficult question
I'm a cynic, I stand accused
But if I could fall in love with you
Could I love Them, too?
Cynics in love, Cynics in love, Blow right through you
Cynic in love, I got a cynic in love, Bear Mountain Picnic
Cynics in love, I got a cynic in love, Bossanova, Cynics In Love

Texas Son

I believe, that this year's winner is this year's sinner
I can't breathe but beef is what's for dinner, Yippy Iiiaae
I believe, that when the water's green and I can't breathe
You live in a bubble, and drive a tank to work, that works if your name is Dubaya
You deceive, You may like me but you don't know my kind
Unkind, Yale buddies aren't too kind, (they aren't) too kind
Are you in the mood for fun
Ready to heat up and beat up someone
The easy part is the only part that's done, roll up a sleeve
Fight off the Texas Son… the Texas Son
Don't you listen, Don't you listen to me
Whatever you say is whatever you say is whatever you say is whatever you say is whatever you say is whatever you say…
You believe, but everything's not gonna be ok this time
Missiles in space, Dubaya snorts another thin white line
No reprieve, letting those guns flow, watch them flow
Enforce the law that stands… Yeah, I feel safe now, What's that in your hand? What's that in your hand?
Are you in the mood for fun
Ready to heat up and beat up someone
The easy part is the only part that's done, roll up a sleeve
Fight off the Texas Son… the Texas Son

Band With a Message

A producer told me to get on my knees, now I got a CD, that's my message
Turn to channel 3, watch tv, don't make stuff up, do REALITY…is our message
Download our song, and clean out your bong, Ashcroft's in…you're gone
Went to Africa to see what they don't have, now I change the world from my pad on Park Ave.
In the world of song, we do no wrong, we steal and win, like Enron (like En-WRONG)
Hey, Band With a Message
I think you guys are Righteous
Me and my friends, We believe in what you STAND for
Keep my mind tame
Just trying to be the same
Got to get some cash for tomorrow's game
Pound went up, dollar went down, gotta get a message to Elizabeth's father
Pound went up, dollar went down, … get a message …
Kofi Annan on the dancefloor
U2?
(Where's) Bo-uno, dose, tres, quatro million seller sets the pace
Don't say?
Coldplay?
Greenday?
Dancing on, with the boys from the Pentagon
Dancing on, with the boys from the Pentagon
Take a Photo with Mandella if your T-shirts sell-a
Photo with Mandella if your T-shirts sell-a

Smiling at the Boss

Most of the peas, all of the sand
Winds up blowing into someone's hand, on demand
Nuts are all gone, berries are green
Someone's hand is someone very mean – lean and mean
My pulse is fading, kids don't smile
Never get to kick back, hang for a while
Body hurts, heart is numb
Logging into anything just makes me feel dumb
Celebrate working late, go till dawn, singing their song, talk nice to someone I hate
Celebrate the scratchy throat, pants that itch, the chair in my back, can't read what I wrote, on 25 yellow post-it notes
Na na na…buzz and beep and say it again now
Na na na…Smiling at the Boss, “TOLD YOU THAT BEFORE,” Can't play nice no more
There's a way to feel better
Something between god and a Christmas sweater
Rain keeps pouring on my head, keeps dripping on my head
Never second guesses, asks what somebody said
Dissolve, let it go
Ghosts and sweaters, by now you must really know
Doggies and kitties listening to me
We can go somewhere, and we will see
Celebrate, listening close, laughing at jokes, omelet-making without the yokes, softly
Celebrate, but hold the cheese, gotta blow my nose, send mom a rose, first gotta find the keys
Na na na…buzz and beep and say it again now
Na na na…Smiling at the Boss, worker or a whore, Can't play nice no more
Celebrate, working late, go till dawn, singing their song, someone I hate
Celebrate, listening close, laughing at jokes, omelet-making without the yokes, celebrate
Na na na…buzz and beep and say it again now
Na na na…park my feet, I wanna get paid now
Na na na…time for sleep, the manager's gone now
[zzzzzzz]…take some stuff home, what is it there for?
Na na na…Smiling at the Boss, Play that one some more, Can't play nice no more

Ignorance Enhancer

Is it magic or science that shapes you mind
Do you cherish a dream or the daily grind
Do your dreams include logic and a grand design
Are your reasons meant to speed up or slow down time
Can you think up a super intelligent question
When and if you care do you hesitate to mention thinking
Comfort isn't progress isn't faith in the answers
He is our president: the ignorance enhancer
Confidence in stupidity
Wants no change with rapidity
Indulgence, not discipline, just me, not you
Who pays the national debt? It's you
Can you think up a super intelligent question
When and if you care do you hesitate to mention thinking
Comfort isn't progress isn't faith in the answers
He is our president: the ignorance enhancer

Wiffle Ball

Magic Oven in the sky, You cook the air and make it fly
Full of holes, but we don't fall
We're flying through the air like a wiffle ball
(you're flying low…to the ground… graze my stall)
Flying through the air like a wiffle ball
Magic party near the shore
We're Playing to win, ignoring the score
The real deal, the core to the peel
A piece of fresh fruit called a wiffle ball, Let's eat…Let's Eat
Something sweet: You're like my favorite love song with a cooler beat
American, the color of your skin, it's not a Germany, the USA -- they let us in
The Complainers, the Pray-ers, the Stars, the Flag Wavers
Its One for all like a wiffle ball
Do you believe in a Flag
Do you vote or point guns when you're mad... Do you?
I do. I do. I love the flag, but I am no traitor when I say war's bad
Salt and pepper, your ethnic spices
The farmer's wife cut their tails with the carver's knife-s
Your name is Charles, you're kind of tense
You're not an Irishman stay back behind your fence, Home Run
(A home wiffle run, sitting on a wiffle bun, it's making sense)
Flying like a wiffle ball over the fence
Guy at a party singing a song
Guitar is a warm thing but it can go on too long
In wiffle land it's another thing again
We're passing it around the room everyone joins in, sing your song
Singing like the air in a wiffle ball
Do you believe in a Flag
Do you vote or point guns when you're mad...Do you?
I do. I love the flag. I love the flag. I'm no traitor when I say war's bad: “War's Bad!”
Sligo in a song, not easy to do
Nick's talking Tony Blair and toxic stew
Fabulous imagination gone all wrong
A tick and a tock that don't go ding dong
Feels kind of right and a kind of wrong
Light Americans, let's try not to fall, we're flying through the air like a wiffle ball

Lick Bush

Sipping their tea
They thought the children playing outside were safe, though not free
Now freed by bombs and smart missiles, You dead Iraqi
Your leader's mad and so is dad [dad Bush]
The Bushes cannot see
They cover dirt and
Lie to me, Spy on me, My money
War's not for free
Look out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
Sickened baby, a deal for Cheney
I know you can…
Lick Bush: throw that crew out the back door
We got a new song, sing it loud on into 04
You fly first class, I sit near the back door
Just to say so, isn't a class war… Depressed chads, push, Lick Bush
Green deity
Checks for favors flowing in the land of the free
Free if you're rich, that son of a bitch
A dad's legacy: Devil in the blue spots of a blue screen tv
Blood for petrol, Don't lie to me
Your sanctimony, Your news is phony, Fox and NBC
No need to be coy, Roy
Put away the war toy
Talk straight, stop Spin-gate
I know you can…
Lick Bush: get him on out the back door
We got a new song, singing it loud into ‘04
You fly first class, I sit near the back door
Just to say so, isn't a class war…Poll, Poll, Push, xx!xx! Bush
Strange dignity
The kind that keeps your pistol cocked and up at night till 3
Think that fighting makes you safer? -- Mad fantasy
Blood on t-shirts worn by children
God's got to pee: Aim for Bushes
And rain on me, Stain on me, Spy library don't set you free
Here's to you, Mr. Robinson
Mohammed loves, read your Koran
Pull down the blinds and Stop the SON…
Lick Bush: Get out the back door
Singing a new song, singing it loud onto ‘04
You fly first class, I sit near the back door
And just to say so, isn't a class war
Spread Love, Push: Lick Bush

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Nathan Berg
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