21st Century World

It Ain't Cool

Charade

 

You ain’t got no inhibitions

You do just what you want to do

Bend the rules and you take positions

There ain’t nobody goin’ to mess around with you

 

You were built for discovery

Every little thing is all brand new

You want it all and you’re in a hurry

Got places to go and lots of things you need to prove

 

It’s your world now

You got plenty of time for spinning ‘round

Go ahead turn it all upside down

Cause it’s your world now

 

Your tanks been filled with optimism

Your head and heart well it ain’t been jaded yet

But you’ll find out if you just keep living

Everything you want just ain’t so easy to get

 

It’s your world now

You got plenty of time for spinning ‘round

Go ahead turn it all upside down

Cause it’s your world now

 

Will you find a way to stop the killing

Will you find a cure for the disease

Put an end to the ugliness of war

Create a world where we all can live in peace

Can you make it better, make it better, make us better

 

On your shoulders there’s the mountain of tomorrow

In the corner there’s a pair of worn out shoes

There’s a book of rules on a shelf that you can borrow

There’s an old man waiting to pass the torch to you

 

It’s your world now

You got plenty of time for spinning ‘round

Go ahead turn it all upside down

Cause it’s your world now

It Ain't Cool

 

Politicians serving the wrong masters

Greed is gonna bring capitalism down

Brought to the brink of the ever after

By imposters to the throne who ain’t got no crown

 

It’s a selfish society

Where the almighty dollar buys the rules

That’s not the way that it was conceived

And it ain’t cool…it just ain’t cool

 

Too many living in a tent city

They got no job and they got no home

On the other side of town the grass is green and pretty

Drowning in the water of the overflow

 

It’s a culture built on all about me

Where they just don’t care too much about you

That’s not the way it’s supposed to be

It ain’t cool…it just ain’t cool

 

It really doesn’t matter how you slice it up

Too many people ain’t got enough

It really doesn’t matter what side you’re on

It’s easy to see so much is going wrong

 

And it ain’t cool, it ain’t cool, it just ain’t cool

 

The teachers of our children are all underpaid

The union makes it easy for the bad to stay

Art is disappearing from our education

Creates a dumbed down cultureless generation

The voice of the people shouts in a vacuum

You can hear the echoes of their hollow screams

If you take a good whiff you can smell surrender

In a land that was born of impossible dreams

 

It’s a strange twist of analysis

A shortsighted view of a blind mans truth

It’s got the bitter taste of a Judas kiss

And it ain’t cool…it just ain’t cool

 

And it ain’t cool…it ain’t cool…it just ain’t

 

It really doesn’t matter how you slice it up

Too many people ain’t got enough

It ain;t cool

It really doesn’t matter what side you’re on

It’s easy to see things are going wrong

 

It ain’t cool…ooh, ooh…it ain’t cool

Charade

 

It's all fair game

There ain't nothing sacred

You ride the train

Don't wanna miss it at the station

Make every sacrifice

There ain't nothing that's too shameless

Ain’t no cost, what's the price

When everyone goes blameless

 

That's the sad reality

To the victor goes the spoils

Good and bad as it can be

21st century world

 

You like the shine

Your Instagram is bringing

Does it turn you blind

To the messages you're sending

Put it all out on display

So desperate for attention

But there's so much you give away

To the glorious deception

 

That's the sad reality

To the victor goes the spoils

Good and bad as it can be

The 21st century world

 

The art of manipulation

The silent transformation

The mystery of permanence and change

So many contradictions

Seduce our weaker nature

As we aimlessly go on with the charade ...

The charade...

True Believer

 

Holy gets up early

He puts on his clothes

All white and pearly

From his head to his toes

And he wears his religion

Like a sign on his back

He's a man on a mission

With a plan of attack

 

He's a true believer

He's working for his God

And there's never any taxes

In the mercy of the Lord

 

He's got himself a savior

He's a sinner not a saint

He's prone to bad behavior

With a smile on his face

He'll love you like a brother

Till he thinks you've done him wrong

Then he'll erase you from the picture

With forgiveness you'll be gone

 

Yeah he's a true believer

With the good book and a gun

And it’s all about his ministry

Let no man be the judge

 

When push comes to shove

If you don't know how to love

When love's not the easy thing to do

Then there's just not enough Jesus in you

 

Locked up in a bubble

You see through cloudy eyes

It's not hard to get in trouble

With a small world narrow mind

Life's not at a standstill

And you can't stem the tide

We're spiraling off to somewhere

You can't turn back time

 

But he's a true believer

In pick and choose your truth

And miss the greater meaning

Of how to act and what you do

 

When push comes to shove

If you don't know how to love

When love's is the hard thing to do

Then there's just not enough Jesus in you

Common Sense

 

I’ve been looking around for some common sense

Out the open window and up under the bed

I can’t seem to find it, don’t know where it went

But I’m getting kind of nervous cause there’s not much left

 

Where’s this gonna lead us, where’s this gonna end

When logic’s lost it’s never good my friend

 

We need common, common sense

A little common, common sense

Come on people use your heads

We need common, common sense

 

So many brainwashed to the hard extreme

Don’t give a damn about the in between

Stuck in the corner of their own position

It’s the wrong party and the right religion

 

Maybe we could all learn something if we kept an open mind

‘Cause nothing gets accomplished when we only demonize

 

We need common, common sense

A little common, common sense

Come on people use your heads

We need common, common sense

 

Oh yea, common sense, oh yea, common sense

 

What’s wrong with a little bit of understanding

Find a way, make a sacrifice

Give a little bit up is all I’m asking

Some compromise, compromise

 

I’m talking to our leaders and to you and me

We all need to share responsibility

It’s all so fragile there’s a lot at stake

And there’s one last straw to cause it all to break

 

I’ve been looking around for some common sense

Out the open window and up under the bed

Bat Shit Crazy

 

She's bites off more then she can chew

She's found the perfect recipe for the blues

She's got a self-destructive streak that just won't quit

Digs a hole so deep she can't climb out of it

 

She's bat shit crazy

Bat shit crazy

You know the type, she flies at night

Lives her life dancing in the danger zone

She's bat shit crazy

 

She drinks too much and hardly ever sleeps

She's got a deep dislike for the bourgeois

She likes ‘em young and hung and lets them use her up

She's not afraid of anything except maybe love

 

She's bat shit crazy

Bat shit crazy

You know the type, she flies at night

Lives her life dancing in the danger zone

She's bat shit crazy

 

She's got genius in her eyes

She's a bundle of surprise

You wanna love her but she'll only take you down

She's bat shit crazy

When Cinderella Dies

 

He left her standing on the side of the road

With no destination, no way to go

Can't help but wonder what life did to his soul

Because he's gone, he's gone

 

He threw their dreams out the window of the car

Like nothing ever happened

Like it wouldn't leave a scar

You know the story, you’ve heard it all before

He's gone, long gone

 

Now here she is, with all the baggage

Here she is, wondering how to carry on

What do you do when a dream becomes a lie

Who do you become when Cinderella dies

 

She was a beauty when he picked her up

Drove off together and then fell in love

Promised her forever until he said he had enough

Now he's gone, gone

 

And here she is, a single mother

Here she is, trying to keep it all together

What do you do when a dream becomes a lie

Who do you become when Cinderella dies

 

She wonders if she'll ever love again

‘cause every night alone she burns in her bed

And she burns, burns...

 

What do you do when a dream becomes a lie

Who do you become when Cinderella dies

How do you find a way to go on with your life

Who do you become...who will you become

Talkin' Bout A Revolution

 

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Analyzing Stars

 

Got this mind that don't stop thinking

Even whenI I’m sleeping

It's working while I'm dreaming analyzing stars

In rooms vaguely familiar

All the stories I could tell you

The wildest of regalia something that once was

 

That I wake up and there you are

My reprieve from the twisted aberration

Shake the cobwebs till they're gone

Then I remember that you love me

 

Maybe I need a gypsy

Maybe I need a shrink

Maybe I don't need anything but you

Is there an angel with a message

To help me understand

To decipher the confusion

To get down to the truth

I feel like I'm always guessing

Is that the way it is for you

Analyzing stars

 

Shutter flash of memory

A glimpse of futures past ..the future from within me

That oddball way of feeling can linger through the day

 

Maybe I need hypnosis

Maybe I need a priest

Maybe I need a little more sex at night

Did I OD on culatello

Before I fell asleep

All these fragments of emotion

In the soul that come alive

Encoded little secrets

To the mysteries of life

Analyzing stars

Coney Island Days

 

Charlie’s got no job anymore

No real life to speak of

He’s living like the good times have past him by

In the shadow of his yesterdays

He walks the beach and wonders

How it is his  life turned out this way

 

And still inside him there’s a boy

There always is a boy, that always is…

 

These are the Coney Island days

Of passing life away

Time you can’t replace

Coney Island days

 

He talks a lot about the used to be

And the might have beens

If only things could have worked out differently

Never dreamed that it would come to this

Back when the stars were shinning

Before he wound up stranded and lost at sea

 

Yet still inside him there’s a dream

There always is a dream, that always is

 

These are the Coney Island days

Of passing life away

Time you can’t erase

Coney Island days

 

Childhood scars cut long and deep

It’s hard to break those chains and be free

In the cyclone of a rollercoaster mind

We ride the wave of time and watch it fade

 

These are the Coney Island Days…

© 2019 The Rocks Management. Purple Heart Recording. Bruce Sudano

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