yup, this is all for today, gonna post more later=)

Dead Man, Dead Man by Bob Dylan

Uttering idle words from a reprobate mind,
Clinging to strange promises, dying on the vine,
Never bein' able to separate the good from the bad,
Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it,
It's makin' me feel so sad.

Dead man, dead man,
When will you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind,
Dust upon your eyes.

Satan got you by the heel, there's a bird's nest in your hair.
Do you have any faith at all? Do you have any love to share?
The way that you hold your head, cursin' God with every move,
Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it,
What are you tryin' to prove?

Dead man, dead man,
When will you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind,
Dust upon your eyes.

The glamour and the bright lights and the politics of sin,
The ghetto that you build for me is the one you end up in,
The race of the engine that overrules your heart,
Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it,
Pretending that you're so smart.

Dead man, dead man,
When will you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind,
Dust upon your eyes.

What are you tryin' to overpower me with, the doctrine or the gun?
My back is already to the wall, where can I run?
The tuxedo that you're wearin', the flower in your lapel,
Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it,
You wanna take me down to hell.

Dead man, dead man,
When will you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind,
Dust upon your eyes.

Chimes of Freedom by Bob Dylan

Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

another song by Aerosmith

Livin' On the Edge by Aerosmith

There's something wrong with the world today,
I don't know what it is,
Something's wrong with our eyes.
We're seeing things in a different way,
and God knows it ain't his,
it sure ain't no surprise.....

We're livin' on the edge
we're livin' on the edge
we're livin' on the edge
we're livin' on the edge.

There's something wrong with the world today,
the light bulb's gettin' dim,
There's a meltdown in the sky.
If you can judge a wiseman,
by the color of his skin,
Then mister you're a better man than I

We're livin' on the edge ( you can't help yourself from fallin')
Livin' on the edge ( you can't help yourself at all )
Livin' on the edge ( you can't stop yourself from fallin' )
Livin ' on the edge

Tell me what you think about your suitation,
complication, aggravation is getting to you.
If Chicken Little tells you that the sky is fallin',
even if it wasn't would you still come crawlin' back again ?
I bet you would, my friend ,
again and again and again and again and again

There's something right with the world today,
and everybody knows it's wrong.
if you tell'em no, we could let it go,
but i would be hangin' on...

We're livin' on the edge ( you can't help yourself from fallin')
Livin' on the edge ( you can't help yourself at all )
Livin' on the edge ( you can't stop yourself from fallin' )
Livin ' on the edge

Blowin' In the Wind by Bob Dylan

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

good song

Janie's Got a Gun by Aerosmith

ch' dum dum dum, honey what have you done
ch' dum dum dum, it's the sound of my gun
ch' dum dum dum, honey what have you done
ch' dum dum dum, it's the sound, it's the sound
Janie got a gun
Janie got a gun
whole world's come undone
lookin' straight at the sun
what did her daddy do
what did he put you through
they say when Janie was arrested
they found him underneath a train
but man he had it comin'
now that Janie's got a gun
she ain't never gonna be the same
Janie got a gun
Janie got a gun
dog days just begun
now everybody is on the run
tell me now it's untrue
what did her daddy do
he jacked a little bitty baby

the man has got to be insane
they say the spell that he was under
the lightning and the thunder
knew that someone had to stop the rain
run away, run away from the pain
run away, run away from the pain
run away, run away
run, run away
what did her daddy do
it's Janie's last I-O-U
she had to take him down easy
and put a bullet in his brain [alt: she left him in the pouring rain]
she said 'cause nobody believes me
the man was such a sleaze
he ain't never gonna be the same
honey honey, what's the problem
tell me it ain't right
was it your daddy's cradle-robbin' that
made you scream at night