Keith Olbermann Loves You

happy Independence Day...

Behold a pale horse rising
Underneath the radar screen
Of you and me conniving
Underneath the bleacher seats...

Well me and Marie
Thought we'd nothing left to see
At the tenderized age of 19
Our logic unassailable
Our goals were all attainable
We were on top of the Scene

Well we rode around in cars and to many juice bars
In a Vanagon with a crop circle emblem
Political connections led to
Other world inspections
Till the men started showing up in black suits
Banging on my door
And then our bodies started floating off the floor

I want to know
I don't want to know

Some things I've seen have been worrying me
But I think I got it all figured out
I took the documentation on the alien nation
And I mailed a thousand copies
To the Postmaster General for the war
But it didn't get far

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
If I should die before I wake
Just let me dream...

Now I'm edgy and I'm nervous and I'm twitchy
And I'm feeling pretty sketchy about the
Weight of the world falling off our shoulders

Behold a pale horse rising
Underneath the radar screen
Of you and me conniving
Everywhere and in between
I want to know
I don't want to know

May all beings be free from hostility
Bathe our hearts in the Sea of Tranquility
Give us strength and give us clarity
Open our minds to possibilities
May all beings be free from hostility now

Now I'm boarding up the windows
And I'm charging up my batteries
And hiding in the basement
With my shotgun pointed at the door
I can't take any more

I can't feel my face in the morning
I can't feel my baby beside me
I can feel the flesh rot on my bones
We're going down...

Behold a pale horse rising
Underneath the radar screen
Of you and me conniving
Cutting off the puppet strings

© Ken Adams, BMI

The Man In Black

I dig this track. -maltok


Lyrics: Man Comes Around (by Johnny Cash)
There's a man going around taking names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the throne
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around

Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's very hard to kick against the pricks

In measured hundred weight and penney pound
When the Man comes around.

Close (Spoken part)
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.