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Should we bomb Afghanistan?
It makes more sense to me to go to the moon

Should we bomb Iraq?
It makes more sense to me to go to the moon

Should we bomb Vietnam
Again, and, again…?
It makes more sense to me to go to the moon

Should we drop nukes on Japan
On the innocent… the children?
It makes more sense to me to go to the moon

Ah, ha,
NASA

ps And, none too soon.

See http://membrane.com/wordpress/please-save-nasa/ about our space.

Piano Romp .MP3
by The Beatless Sense Mongers

This instrumental piano ditty is an impromptu romp performed on a Yamaha keyboard.

Inside Out .MP3

E / C#m / A

lyrics
If it weren’t for my skin
Holding me in
I would get out
And spill about

The receptical for my soul
Grows older by the minute
Yet, the soul doesn’t age
Keeps me young at heart
The soul doing its part
The body as its stage
Together a conduit
Unveil, reveal and dole
The life I’m living
The life I”m giving

The life I’ve been given
Is a gift from heaven
From the day of my birth
And, all my time on Earth
Life is precious
Living… delicious

If it weren’t for my skin
Holding me in
I would get out
And spill about

Sounds In A Casino MP3
Atlantic Ocean Waves MP3
Atlantic City Soundtrack ReMix MP3

Sounds on the Ocean City Boardwalk MP3
Waves at the Ocean City Beach MP3
Ocean City Soundtrack ReMix MP3

Wildwood Soundtrack ReMix MP3

About The Soundtracks
These recordings were made in Atlantic City, Ocean City and Wildwood using a Roland Boss Br-600. The two hardest parts of engineering the recordings were:
1) wind protection. The recordings of the ocean were difficult to shield the microphones from wind noise. There was a constant breeze at each location. Several attempts had to be trashed. Eventually, I figured out that I had to leave the recorder in its case in order to protect the on-board condenser mic’s.
2) moving. The recordings on the boardwalk were made while I walked. Holding the recorder, moving and trying to keep up with tram-car were all challenges.

The most nerve racking was making the recording in the casino… as I’m not sure whether you are allowed to record in a casino?

Song Title: Back Stabbers
Made famous by The O’Jays
Cover version is simply a Mess

(What they do!)
(They smile in your face)
All the time they want to take your place
The back stabbers (back stabbers)
(They smile in your face)
All the time they want to take your place
The back stabbers (back stabbers)
All you fellows who have someone and you really care, yeah, yeah
Then it’s all of you fellows who better beware, yeah yeah
Somebody’s out to get your lady
A few of your buddies they sure look shady
Blades are long, clenched tight in their fist
Aimin’ straight at your back
And I don’t think they’ll miss
(What they do!)
(They smile in your face)
All the time they want to take your place
The back stabbers (back stabbers)
I keep gettin’ all these visits from my friends, yeah, what they doin to me
They come to my house again and again and again and again, yeah
So are they there to see my woman
I don’t even be home but they just keep on comin’
What can I do to get on the right track
I wish they’d take some of these knives off my back
(They smile in your face)
All the time they want to take your place
The back stabbers (back stabbers)
Low down… dirty…
(What they do!)
(They smile in your face)
Smiling faces… smiling faces sometimes tell lies (Back stabbers)
(They smile in your face)
I don’t need… low down, dirty bastards (Back stabbers)

XX (aka peter’d out and double crossed)

Have you ever had a friend,
That petered out?
Is that how you found out,
What they-r ‘ll about?

Have you ever been double crossed?
Stiffed? Stuffed? Stripped?
Have you ever been double crossed?
Mished. Mashed. Messed.

Too bad for their fate,
But, don’t let it get you irate!
Better to find out,
What they-r ‘ll about,
Before it’s too late,
And, they castrate…
Berate… degenerate.

Noooo… I choose to create!

Give ‘em enough rope,
To prove their scope,
They define:
Lifeline?
Or, is their definition too loose,
As they build (fasten) their own noose?

Have you ever had a friend,
That petered out?
Is that how you found out,
What they-r ‘ll about?

Have you ever been double crossed?
Stiffed? Stuffed? Stripped?
Have you ever been double crossed?
Mished. Mashed. Messed.

I sure hope She comes my way,
In fact, that’s what I pray,
And, She continues… to this day,
To keep on passing my way.

I hope She comes my way,
I mean… that’s just it,
I don’t mind a bit,
When She should pass my way.

Up until my judgement day,
I’ll continue to act this way,
As long as I have my way,
I’ll follow what She has to say.

I won’t let her pass me by,
I’ll continue to try n’ try,
To continue by Her side,
To continue to try n’ try,
To continue to continue to abide.

Cover Version of
BANG THE DRUM ALL DAY
originally made famous by Todd Rundgren
cover version is simply a Mess

I don’t want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
I don’t want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day

Ever since I was a tiny boy
I don’t want no candy
I don’t need no toy
I took a stick and an old coffee can
I bang on that thing ’til I got
Blisters on my hand

because… chorus

When I get older they think I’m a fool
The teacher told me I should stay after school
She caught me pounding on the desk with my hands
But my licks was so hot
I made the teacher wanna dance
And that’s why… chorus

Listen to this
Every day when I get home from work
I feel so frustrated
The boss is a jerk
And I get my sticks and go out to the shed
And I pound on that drum like it was the boss’s head
Because… chorus

I can bang that drum
Hey, you wanna take a bang at it?
I can do this all day

I can not think that we are useless or God would not have created us. There is one God looking down on us all. We are all the children of one God. The sun, the darkness, the winds are all listening to what we have to say. — Geronimo

Geronimo!

Look out below,
I’m ready to go,
Geronimo!

Look out below,
We’re ready to go,
Geronimo!

Know, know, know,
Geronimo!
Geronimo!

Ya know,
One God,
Sound good?

Song Title: Ain’t Talkin’ bout Love
Made famous by Van Halen
Cover version is simply a Mess

I heard the news baby
All about your disease
Yeah, you may have all you want baby
But I got somethin’ you need. Oh, yeah!
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout love
My love is rotten to the core
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout love
Just like I told you before. Yeah, before

You know you’re semi-good lookin’
And on the streets again
Ooh yeah, you think you’re really cookin’ baby
You better find yourself a friend, my friend

Ain’t talkin’ ’bout love
My love is rotten to the core
Ain’t gonna talk about love
Just like I told you before! Before! Uh, before! Uh, before! Before!

(Guitar Solo)

Ain’t talkin’ ’bout love
Babe, it’s rotten to the core
Ain’t talkin’ bout love
Just like I told you before. Uh, before

I been to the edge
And there I stood and looked down
You know I lost a lot of friends there baby
I got no time to mess around

Mmm, so if you want it, got to bleed for it baby
Yeah! Got to, got to bleed, baby
Mmm, you got to, got to bleed, baby
Hey! Got to, got to bleed baby

Ain’t talkin’ ’bout love
My love is rotten to the core
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout love
Just like I told you before! Before! Before!

Ain’t talkin’ ’bout love
Don’t wanna talk about love
Don’t need to talk about love
Ain’t gonna talk about love
No more! No more! Ahhh!

(Guitar Solo)

Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!