Lyrics by Dave Smithey

Breedom (to Freedom by Jimi Hendrix)

Intro:
[Spoken]
Sometimes life imitates art.
Sometimes ART creates life.
1, 2-2, 3-3-3, 4-4-4-4.

Verse #1:
Make the perfect soldier,
Working for the Feds.
If you want spare organs,
Humans with no heads.

Set an embryo's traits,
Implant it and wait,
Nine months and come back,
When it's ready to get out of her alive.

Chorus #1:
Breedom . . .
Breed 'em
- - - engineering life forms
So They can be

Breedom . . .
Breed 'em
- - - engineering life for me
Working for me

Breedom . . .
Breed 'em
- - - engineers inform me
Do what can be done

Breedom . . .
Breed 'em
- - - philosophers bore me
Take our best shot and run

Verse #2:
Legislate a line,
That says this and no more.
Everybody knows,
The other side is offshore.

Designer people,
Committee planned.
Or left to the markets,
And the law of supply 'n' demand.

Chorus #2:
Breedom . . .
Breed 'em
- - - engineering life forms
So They can be

Breedom . . .
Breed 'em
- - - engineering life for me
Working for me

Breedom . . .
Breed 'em
- - - engineers inform me
Do what can be done

Breedom . . .
Breed 'em
- - - philosophers bore me
Take our best shot and run

Bridge:
Weird clinical trials,
Aren't just on the X-files.
The truth is out there,
You'd better believe.

If you can retrieve it,
Some lab will conceive with it.
Will clones become anchor babies,
By amendment fourteen.

[Instrumental section]

Chorus Out:
Breed 'Em . . .
Keep on pushin', straight ahead,
Breed Em . . .
Keep on pushin', straight ahead,
Breed 'Em . . .
Keep on pushin', straight ahead,
Breed 'Em . . .
Keep on pushin, straight ahead,

Lyrics Copyright, © 2002 Dave Smithey.

From Seattle (co-written with Rob Quattro)

Intro [Spoken]:
I just don't understand.
What's all this foofaraw about bands from Seattle???

Verse #1:
Listening to the radio.
I hear the latest sound go.
A I-IV-V in a major key.
That is the way to go, you'll see.
Plug the riffs into the formula.
Get a vocal sound like Dracula.
Use a backbeat sound that roars.
Make sure that all the songs are in four.

Pre-Chorus #1:
We play in fourteen,
No gigs that does mean.
We play in eleven,
Practice room is frozen.
We do not use hooks,
So we don't get booked.
Don't have the right hair,
So we get nowhere.

Verse #2:
Join the scene, take the plunge.
You'll be hip if you play some grunge.
Don't try to hard to be sincere.
Write music that goes well with beer.
Sound like the rest and you will be.
Heavy rotation on MTV.
Pay off the Rocket and get a review.
They'll tell the public that they should love you.

Pre-Chorus #2:
Review by Grant Alden,
Our career it stalled then.
We still play in six so,
I can't afford drum sticks.
We sing of heavy things,
I can't afford new strings.
There's got to be a bet-
ter way than pay to play.

Chorus #1:
We're a killer band.
We'll be known across the land.
Nothing stands in our way.
All we've got to do is play. [Like Nirvana.]
Success is ours to steal.
All we need is a record deal. [So come and sign us.]
We will go very far,
Mostly because we are . . .

Re-Intro:
From Seattle.
From Seattle.

Verse #3:
The proper look is what it takes.
Even if your hair is fake.
Sing a song about your "ex".
Be sure to wear some tight spandex.
Up on stage, have no fear.
They are impressed by your racks of gear.
Image is a big part of the test.
The one that wins is the one who looks best.

Chorus #2:
We're a killer band.
We'll be known across the land.
Nothing stands in our way.
All we've got to do is play. [Neal Peart drum fills.]
Success is ours to steal.
All we need is a record deal. [So don't decline us.]
We will go very far,
Since we concentrate on guitar. [And here's a solo.]

Guitar Solo [Solo over mellow instrumental part.]

Verse #4:
Hire some people to get things done.
Have your attorneys, sue someone.
Talk to the fans, make them aware.
That you're a rocker, that you can swear.
If you are willing to pay the price.
And go with all of this rock advice.
You can play and win the battle.
Make sure to say that . . . we're,
From Seattle.
From Seattle.
From Seattle.

[NOTE: These are the lyrics to a tune by the band "Rebels Without Applause" in Seattle, Washington, US.]

Lyrics Copyright, © 1991 Dave Smithey, Rob Quattro.

Tost in Space

Verse #1:
Ever since 1957.
When Sputnik circled around the globe.
(We were tossed in space and) - - [background]
We were on our way to explore the heavens.
No longer stuck here on the earth.
We're on our way,
Even if you don't play,
Space age is here to stay.

Pre-Chorus #1:
So little down here.
So much out there.
Does society care???
Are we even aware???
The philosophy,
Has been discussed.
There's a lot to the universe.
And it doesn't revolve around (us).

Chorus #1:
We were tossed in space.
Now we're lost in space.
We were tossed in space.
Now we're lost in space.

Guitar Solo: [Solo over Verse, Pre-Chorus and Chorus.]

Verse #2:
Do you think we're the only ones in the cosmos.
Or maybe was Carl Sagan right.
(Think about the numbers) - - [background]
One sun of billions and billions.
Do some have life, I think they might.
The ideas are there.
If anyone cares.
It's only a matter of time.
(and money) - - [background]

Pre-Chorus #2:
Till we start to expand,
The domain of man.
How long will it be,
Until we see.
It's bigger than a nation,
Or any generation,
Or a revolution.
It's simply evolution.

Chorus #2:
We were tossed in space.
Now we're lost in space.
We were tossed in space.
Now we're lost in space.
We were tossed in space.
Now we're lost in space.
We were tossed in space.
Now we're lost in space.

[NOTE: These are my ORIGINAL lyrics to this tune, as opposed to the SECOND GENERATION lyrics.]

Lyrics Copyright, © 1983 Dave Smithey.

In Different Indifferent Worlds

Intro:
I feel like I'm in different, indifferent worlds.

Verse #1:
Playin' in a rock band,
Tryin to go to school,
Two humongous projects.
Thinkin' about music,
Thinkin' about paper,
Parallel lives.

Pre-Chorus #1:
Sometimes you might wonder if you've been very smart.
This split personality can rip you apart.

Verse #2:
Cruisin through the life maze,
Tryin' to plan the next phase,
Now it's time to do it.
Go to make a living,
No one seems forgiving,
Seems so damn unfair.

Pre-Chorus #2:
Both ways are competitive, and so you see that.
You better start to figure what you think you're best at.
That's the one that really gets the tip of the hat.
Try to undertake the task.
Find who's underneath that mask.

Chorus #1:
One way or the other, or should I go for both???
I must decide what path to take, before it is too late.
On the roads of either route, I'm at the first green light.
Which way should I go from here???

Verse #3:
Struggling musician,
Has to find a day job,
Degree might come in handy.
Livin' in the rock world,
Lookin' for the right girls,
What else really matters???

Pre-Chorus #3:
All the different attributes, they seem so insane.
You really start to wonder what it means to your brain.

Verse #4:
Learn to read the music,
Learn to feel the groove,
Different, yet the same.
Thinking from the left,
Thinking from the right,
Which will take control???

Pre-Chorus #2:
You've got to be creative, it's a part of your self.
But when things get too busy, it gets put on a shelf.
Unless you can find yourself a job as an elf.
Try to undertake the task,
See who's underneath that mask,
Four, three, two,

Chorus #2:
One way or the other, or should I go for both???
I must decide what path to take, before it is too late.
On the roads of either route, I'm at the first green light.
Which way should I go from here???

Lyrics Copyright, © 1983 Dave Smithey.

Sundown

Verse #1:
You know sometimes we just can't wait.
To get that feeling of being outta state.
We long to hear how other people talk.
To find out what they think when they go for a walk.
Everybody needs to have a change of pace.
To see and be seen in a new and different place.
We can't spend the rest of our days.
Runnin' around in the same old maze.

Chorus #1:
We're gonna see the sun go down.
As we drive into another town.
'Cause music makes our world go 'round.
Come on it's time to go.
We're gonna hit the road.

Verse #2:
Getting through life can be such a grind.
An easy way to make it is difficult to find.
I know that they say that we've gotta pay our dues.
But we're tired of feeling like we're being used.
We're told that we should play top-40 in the bars.
'Cause those who play all originals will starve.
But we don't care 'cause the only place to start.
Is playing the music that comes from our hearts.

Chorus #2:
We're gonna see the sun go down.
As we drive into another town.
And it's gonna turn our world around.
Come on it's time to go.
We're gonna hit the road.

Verse #3:
We've all been through so many bands before.
But something always seemed to shut the door.
We've put together something that's surely gonna last.
We dream of a future and learn from the past.
Did we meet by chance or was it meant to be???
We wonder about our destiny.
We're drifting together like sand in a dune.
And deep inside we hear the same tune.

Chorus #3:
We're gonna see the sun go down.
As we drive into another town.
And it's gonna turn our world around.
Come on it's time to go.
We've got another show.

[NOTE: These are the lyrics to a tune by the band "Einstein" in Colorado Springs, Colorado, US.]

Lyrics Copyright, © 1987 Dave Smithey.

Battle of Renaissance

Verse #1:
Oh No!!! Here we go again.
Sword and shield, dressed up in the armor of the day.
Might makes right, ya know they think it is the only way.
Men will go to battle, and they do the best they can.
They're out there in the fields, and they're fighting man to man.
Oh No!!! Here we go again.
The common men they fight, and it is their blood that spills.
While the planners of the war sit safely over the next hill.

Chorus #1:
Oh No!!! Here we go again.
Listen people, isn't this a sin???
Why must another war begin???

Verse #2:
Hand grenades, machine guns, we looked around and saw.
That most of the world was living under marshal law.
Many years of training in the finer points of war.
Now each man can kill each day a hundred men or more.
Oh No!!! Here we go again.
The soldiers and the tank brigades are always in a bind.
Generals in their staff cars are far from the enemy lines.

Chorus #2:
Oh No!!! Here we go again.
Listen people, isn't this a sin???
Why must another war begin???

Verse #3:
Laser guided missiles, nail their targets every time.
Countries use technology to perpetrate their crimes.
How much more can we afford to play these crazy games???
How many more fine cities must we watch go up in flames???
Oh No!!! Here we go again.
Some children learn to fight a war before they learn to drive.
If we lose the children, then how can we survive???

Chorus #3:
Oh No!!! Here we go again.
Listen people, isn't this a sin???
Why must another war begin???

Verse #4:
As if things were not bad enough for the human race.
It's weapons over people when we send things into space.
World war three is fought on the computer screens.
The experts sit around and try to tell us what it means.
Oh No!!! Here we go again.
One more war experiment might be all that it takes.
'Cause we have reached the point that it might be the last mistake.

Chorus #4:
Oh No!!! Here we go again.
Listen people, isn't this a sin???
Why must another war begin???
Oh No!!! Here we go again.
Oh No!!! Here we go again.
Oh No!!! Here we go again.
Oh No!!!

[NOTE: These are the lyrics to a tune by the band "Einstein" in Colorado Springs, Colorado, US.]

Lyrics Copyright, © 1987 Dave Smithey.

Toy Bombs

Verse #1:
You can read about, anything you like,
From Madonna's wedding, to the baseball strike.
But there's one thing, the papers can't stand,
That's talking about Afghanistan.
Why do they speak such deadly silence???
Do they condone the worst of violence???
It may not be the easy way out,
But don't ya think the world needs to know about . . .

Chorus #1:
Toy Bombs . . ., In Afghanistan.
Toy Bombs . . ., Are part of the master plan.
Toy Bombs . . ., To make the people go away.
Toy Bombs . . ., And give the Soviets their way.

Verse #2:
They say it's gotta be on video tape,
If it's gonna be big news.
But we might see things better from,
The Afghans point of view.
Journalism is dangerous,
In the middle of a mountain war.
But what about the film and photographs that,
people have already risked their lives for.

Chorus #2:
Toy Bombs . . ., In Afghanistan.
Toy Bombs . . ., Ya know they're blowin' off kid's hands.
Toy Bombs . . ., I think the world is such a mess.
Toy Bombs . . ., What are they gonna do next???

Bridge: [Instrumental solo section, war sound effects.]

Chorus #3:
Toy Bombs . . ., In Afghanistan.
Toy Bombs . . ., Are part of the master plan.
Toy Bombs . . ., To make the people go away.
Toy Bombs . . ., And give the Soviets their way.

Verse #3:
Let's think about the freedom fighters,
The mu-ja-hi-deen.
One of the fiercest resistance movements,
The world has ever seen.
If we in the west remain afraid,
To take some sort of stand.
Then who will we have to left to blame,
For the vanishing of all the . . .

Chorus #4:
Af-ghans . . ., Continue to resist.
(Oh but)
How long . . ., will their race exist???
Ah oh . . ., when will we decide,
Ah oh . . ., that this is genocide???
Toy Bombs . . ., In Afghanistan.
Toy Bombs . . ., In Afghanistan.
Toy Bombs . . ., In Afghanistan.
Toy Bombs . . ., In Afghanistan.

Lyrics Copyright, © 1985 Dave Smithey.

The Unfriendly Skies

We can't add any more,
To the risk of nuclear war.
It's time to take a stand,
Before it slips through our hands.

Does it make much sense???
The brains and money spent.
What's the use of a war,
When there's no one left to keep the score???
They're coming, they're coming.
What can we do now???
They're coming, they're coming.
What can we do now???

Humanity, humanity.
Is in it's final hours.
Humanity, humanity.
Who will send the flowers???

It's too late, We've sealed our fate.
Nothing's of any worth.
It's more than just humanity.
So much for life on Earth.

Help us, please help us.
Is what you want to shout.
Ground zero, ground zero,
Might be the best way, out.
Paranoia runs deep,
As the power balance creeps.
How much would it take,
To make the fatal mistake.

Apathy takes its toll,
While humanity's still on parole.
The blame we try to export,
But the ball is really in all the courts.
We've got to believe,
That it can be done.
But it's going to take,
So much more than faith.
Don't wait for the leaders,
To do it themselves.
'Cause each and every one of us,
Is now under the gun.
Spread the word,
And make yourself heard.

Poem Copyright, © 1983 Dave Smithey.

Burger Daze (to Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix)

Intro [Spoken]:
The cheeseburger please.

Verse #1:
Burger daze, all around.
Sometimes it's so hard, not to frown.
Feels like it's about, that time again.
Excuse me, while I take my ten.

Verse #2:
Friday lunch rush, drivin' me insane.
Don't know, if I'll work fast food again.
Just when I think that, I can't take anymore.
A bus load, of people, walk into the store.

Verse #3:
How many sandwiches, will I have made???
Before the next time, that I get paid.
I'll sweep the kitchen, while you make food.
It's the, end of my shift, and I'm outta here dude.

[NOTE: These are Parody lyrics to the tune "Purple Haze" by Jimi Hendrix.
These lyrics were originally performed by the band "Rebels Without Applause" in Seattle, Washington, US.]

Lyrics Copyright, © 1991 Dave Smithey.