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Hip To Be Square

I used to be a renegade, I used to fool around
But I couldnt take the punishment, and had to settle down
Now Im playing it real straight, and yes I cut my hair
You might think Im crazy, but I dont even care
Because I can tell whats going on
Its hip to be square
I like my bands in business suits, I watch them on tv
Im working out most everyday and watching what I eat
They tell me that its good for me, but I dont even car
I know that its crazy
I know that its nowhere
But there is no denying that
Its hip to be square
Its not too hard to figure out, you see it everyday
And those that were the farthest out have gone the other way
You see them on the freeway, it dont look like a lot of fun
But dont you try to fight it; an idea whos time has come.
Dont tell me that Im crazy
Dont tell me Im nowhere
Take it from me

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song performed by Huey Lewis And The News
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Round Room

My room is round when I lay down, when I wake up it's square
When I go outside it's on a spiral set of stairs
The people that surround me are waiting out there
In a round room they can't find me anywhere
Right angle rooms drive me crazier each day
Put me in a box I know I'm never going to play
Put me in a square room and I won't know what to say
I want a round room at the end of the day
I had an apartment, four corners on the walls
Couldn't eat, couldn't sleep there at all
I want a curve to the place where I stay
I want a round room at the end of the day
If I pass out take me to the round church
Where echoes resound
And my spirit is found
And when I float high
Take my arm and I'll fly you by
The outskirts of town, to a garden that's round
I went to the lighthouse and I liked the view
I looked out the window and I could see you

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song performed by Phish
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The Secret Language Of Birds, Pt. Ii

No buzz words, fuzzy fudge words,
So freeze those goalposts, don't take the admiral on board.
This hardy's not for kissing
Expression, no explosion,
Or whispered promises in clich or in rhyme.
Instead let's talk the secret language of birds.
Right time but the wrong idea.
Well, you're making it all sound just the same.
Try taking it up a key like that nightingale
Still over there in berkeley square.
Do we have problems of communication?
There's something i don't know and you can't explain it to me.
Let's talk the secret language of birds.
Step out of the circus now.
Learn a new trick and make it stick.
Try taking it up a key like that nightingale
Still over there in berkeley square.
Finger tracing on misty window:
I'm reading loud and clear this salacious semaphore,
As you leave me standing at the station.

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song performed by Jethro Tull
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Saturn Return

Easy to poke yourself square in the eye
Harder to like yourself, harder to try
These are espouses
Postcards and neoprene
Roses a dollar a stem
Everyones sleeping or pulling the long haul and
Keys in the cooler its three a.m.
And saturn is beckoning no one
Its off on its own
Its offering up
Late shift can bring in store, burn out the lights
Telescope roof towards the northwestern sky
You pulled the ladder and no ones the wiser
You find your sights and discover
Saturn is orbiting nothing
Hes off on its own
Hes breaking from home
Harder to look yourself square in the eye
Easy to take off
You found the ladder in the pattern of your wrist

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song performed by REM
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The Wanderer’s Return

An old heart's mourning is a hideous thing,
And weeds upon an aged weeper cling
Like night upon a grave. The city there,
Gaunt as a woman who has once been fair,
Lay black with winter, and the silent rain
Fell thro' the heavens darkly, like a stain
Upon her face. The dusky houses rose,
Unlovely shapes laid naked on the ooze,
Grimed with long sooty tears. The night fell down,
And gathered all the highways in its frown.
This was my home. I saw men pass and pass
Nor stop to look into a neighbour's face.
I dared not look in their's because my eyes
Were faint and travel--jarred and would not rise
From the dull earth, and hunger made them dim,
The hunger of a seven years' angry dream
Of love and peace and home unsatisfied.
And now my heart thus grievously denied
Rose, like a caged bird in the nesting time
Who beats against the bars that prison him,

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poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Rock Show

Whats that man holding in his hand?
He looks a lot like a guy I knew way back when
Its silly willy with philly band
Could be . . . . . oo-ee . . . . . .
Whats that man movin cross the stage?
It looks a lot like the one used by jimmy page
Its like a relic from a different age
Could be . . . . . oo-ee . . . . . .
If theres rock show
At the concertgebow
Theyre got long hair
At the madison square
Youve got rock and roll
At the hollywood bowl,
Well be there . . . . . . oo yeah . . . . . . .
The lights go down - theyre back in town o.k.
Behind the stacks you glimpse an axe
The tension mounts you score an ounce ole!
Temperatures rise as you see the white of their eyes
If theres rock show

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song performed by Paul McCartney
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Hold On

Theres blacks with knives and whites with clubs
Fighting in howard beach
Theres no such thing as human rights
When you walk the n.y.streets
A cop was shot in the head by a 10 years old kid
Named buddah in central park last week
The fathers and daughters are lined up by the coffins
By the statue of bigotry, hey
You better hold on
Somethings happening here
You better hold on
Well I meet you in tompkins square
The dopers sent a message to the cops last weekend
They shot him in the car where he sat
And eleanor bumpers and michael stewart
Must have appreciated that
Theres a rampaging rage rising up like a plague
Of bloody vials washing up on the beach
Itll take more than the angels or iron mike tyson
To heal this bloody breach, hey, hey

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song performed by Lou Reed
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Pink Maggot

So run!
Right!
Right back to school!
Check it...
Look back I sift through all the cliques
Roaming the halls all year, making me sick
While everyones out tryin to make the cut
What?
And when you think you know me right - I switch it up
Behind the walls smoking cigarettes and sipping vodka
I profess to catch a cab, aint no one can stop us
Give me a break about some other mess
What were you?
Go practice everything you got!
Now push back the square
Not that you need them - cause you dont
Well there you go!
Cause back in school
We are the leaders of it all
So...

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song performed by Deftones
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Tasker Norcross

“Whether all towns and all who live in them—
So long as they be somewhere in this world
That we in our complacency call ours—
Are more or less the same, I leave to you.
I should say less. Whether or not, meanwhile,
We’ve all two legs—and as for that, we haven’t—
There were three kinds of men where I was born:
The good, the not so good, and Tasker Norcross.
Now there are two kinds.”

“Meaning, as I divine,
Your friend is dead,” I ventured.

Ferguson,
Who talked himself at last out of the world
He censured, and is therefore silent now,
Agreed indifferently: “My friends are dead—
Or most of them.”

“Remember one that isn’t,”

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poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Song Of The Broad-Axe

WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan!
Head from the mother's bowels drawn!
Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and lip only one!
Gray-blue leaf by red-heat grown! helve produced from a little seed
sown!
Resting the grass amid and upon,
To be lean'd, and to lean on.

Strong shapes, and attributes of strong shapes--masculine trades,
sights and sounds;
Long varied train of an emblem, dabs of music;
Fingers of the organist skipping staccato over the keys of the great
organ.

Welcome are all earth's lands, each for its kind; 10
Welcome are lands of pine and oak;
Welcome are lands of the lemon and fig;
Welcome are lands of gold;
Welcome are lands of wheat and maize--welcome those of the grape;

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poem by Walt Whitman
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