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#1: All In the Blood Video: All In the Blood Some Shakespeare references and a declaration that the Dionysian is more powerful than the Appolinian. |
Sometimes you don't know where you're going Sometimes you don't know where you've been At times the boat just ain't worth rowing Sometimes you can't even get in It's all in the blood And it's not in the head It may never be understood Until you are dead Jack Legge, he don't sing the reasons Jack Legge, he don't see the light Back off, he don't care if he's pleasing you Come back, he wants to make it right Brown Eyes, she is filled with laughter Brown Eyes, she's a solid wall No one knows what she is after No one seems to care at all Sometimes, we don't know what we're saying Most times, we don't say a thing At times there ain't no use in praying The blood is the conscience of the king It's all in the blood And it's all in the drive It may never be understood But it's good to be alive © 2011 Chuck Puckett |
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#2: Autumn Hurricane Video: Autumn Hurricane Unabashedly about God. Probably not everybody's God, though. And why is there so much mystery in existence? |
There’s a god who turns me round like an autumn hurricane He’ll toss me to the ground then he’ll pick me up again He talks inside my mind when nobody else can hear He’s a hard one to define, he’s an easy one to fear Wonder what it means when there’s no else around To dream the same dreams and walk across the same ground You know I once believed that I understood the wind The rustling of the leaves was no mystery to me then I’m not gonna think about it no more I’m not gonna think about it no more I’m not gonna think about it no more I’m not gonna think about it no more He leaves me in distress, then he’ll wipe away my woe I never get to guess but I always need to know He makes me want to live, though sometimes I don’t know why He takes what I can give even when I give a lie Everybody leaves, every lover, every friend Whoever we deceive doesn’t matter in the end No one can believe that he made the world this way He’s a hard one to conceive, what more is there to say? Lord, please don’t drive me crazy Like you’ve done most every time before It all seems clear, then it all goes hazy And I can’t see what I was searching for Why must everything be a question? Why not have the facts carved in stone? I’m tired of riddles wrapped inside deception And the worst thing is we face them all alone I keep looking for a sign and I see one now and then It’s clear inside my mind, then it fades away again The truth may be a lie that cannot stand the strain That’s held inside the eye of an autumn hurricane © 2010 Chuck Puckett |
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#3: Almost Knocking Video: Almost Knocking A kind of scary song, inspired in some weird way by the Rolling Stone's song "Can't You Hear Me Knocking". Well, they both have "knocking" in the title. Back to Top |
In the blackest night, everything's allright Don't you get uptight, no, not at all Just lay your head on my shoulder Pay no attention to the shadows on the wall Yeah, it's cold outside and maybe something hides Outside the door But if the wind still blows and the shadow grows We can't ignore it When the sun went down right outside of town There were howling sounds in the dark If they frightened you be a little bolder For they frightened me, I have no courage in my heart The evil wind when it knocks again On our door We must never run, we must stand as one Before it Yeah the door is locked and my mind is blocked And we must take stock of our lives To be caught unawares would leave us colder With our souls ensnared by the shadows in our eyes It will knock again that nameless sin On our door Yeah, the night's so long, and we're not as strong We can't ignore it Came a scream outside, the door swung wide It was a thing so cold, we could not move The moon was still, the fire did smoulder A smoke rose slow, a mist moving through the winter wood Then the dawn was there and the good, clean air Came through the door The knocking fear must wait another year To try its torture © 2011 Chuck Puckett |
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#4: Forty Two Video: Forty Two Okay. Completely inspired by Hitchhiker's Guide. Is it that obvious? What is the Ultimate Answer? |
There is a man who has a question He's in demand but has no conception It isn't planned, it hasn't even been thought through A subtle twist, a sinking sorrow Just think of this: there's no tomorrow If you could list it all what would it come to? The answer is 42. We are not fools who sleep and slumber We are not tools, we are the lumber We think it's cruel while we wonder what we'll do The mists of time, a falling curtain No reasoned rhyme, it's so uncertain Put in your dime and you hope that the call goes through When the number is 42. Tell me what you know, I'll tell you if we can do it If I knew what you know, I'm sure we would get through it We gotta do it, yes indeed There is a babe who has an answer On Heaven's lathe you'll find a dancer But in her wake they speak of borrowed blue The wedding bells are in the chapel He wants to tell her all about the apple He's in her spell, but he wonders what they'll do When they're both 42. A group of men, they speak of Nietzsche Some think it sin, some think it’s easy Some think it's been this way the whole way through They want to laugh, but they can't grab it They want to graft Alice to the rabbit They want to have their cake and eat it, too Their number is 42. Tell me what you know, I'll tell you if we can do it If I knew what you know, I'm sure we would get through it We gotta do it, yes indeed You take it down the straight and narrow You hear the sound: the broken arrow You may not drown but you may not make it through You're in a fix, 'tween hell and heaven There are no tricks, you take what's given It's 9 by 6, and you wonder if it's true That the answer is 42. © 2020 Chuck Puckett |
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Video: Dark End Of the Day Walking the lonely stretches of a lonely country. Not always a good feeling. |
There it is, the wind in your face Blowing you back inside Making you moan, leaving you lost So dissatisfied Taking the best, taking the worst Taking you for a ride Nothing left to keep the world at bay Who’s gonna love you when you are gone? Who’ll sing your songs out there on the lawn? Nothing but a trace is left where you once stood A glimmer at the dark end of the day Riding north across the plains Snow is falling down The winter light is fading fast As you come into town Nothing moves, the place is dark No one makes a sound There’s no place here for you to stay Who’s gonna love you when you are gone? Who’ll sing your songs out there on the lawn? Nothing but a trace is left where you once stood A glimmer at the dark end of the day What’s the use in keeping on The road is filled with stone Companions are just memories They walk with you alone Tomorrow is a promise That cuts you to the bone There’s nothing left for you to say © 2016 Chuck Puckett |
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#6: Making Up Time Video: Making Up Time The mind can make a heaven or a hell. It's what you choose, right? |
Making up time and making my bed
Making up rhymes inside of my head
Making up scenes that I can play
Making it real while I’m making my way
Making up lies and making up truth
Making up legends from the days of my youth
Making real sure that the road I’m on Will take me on down to the end of
this song
This world is what we make
It’s what we give and what we take We
can make it a heaven or make it a hell
Will we make it to tomorrow? Who can tell?
We’ve got all the time in the world But
every moment is a precious pearl You
can make mistakes or you might do fine You can change your life if you make
up your mind
Taking a risk or maybe taking up slack
Taking the wrong way on the way back
Taking up time and taking up space
Taking no prisoners in this place
Shaking a leg, shaking things up
Shaking your hand when I’m passing the cup
Shaking with fright, is that my fault? Looking for my lost shaker of salt
Making excuses for making a mess
Making up crimes so I can confess
Breaking my word when I’m taking the oath
Taking the fifth prob’ly work for us both
Staking my claim to my part of the pie
Waking up late just in time to die
Shaking it here, boss, taking a powder Making some noise, getting louder
and louder © 2011 Chuck Puckett |
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#7: Pointless
Video:
Pointless When we're so small in the grand scheme, is there any point to anything? |
Way too high up above it all
Cannot breathe, the
air’s too thin
Wanna learn to fly,
then forget to fall
Miss the ground and
play to win
Run it up, run it
down,
Pass it by, pay the
price
Pick a card, take a
chance,
Let it ride, throw
the dice
Got no point to make
And it feels real
nice
Bright blue dot in a
sea of black
Feel so small but I
don’t mind
Try to speak, but
don’t look back
Seen it all on the
borderline
Run it up, run it
down,
Pass it by, pay the
price
Pick a card, take a
chance,
Let it ride, throw
the dice
Got no point to make
So I’m making it
twice
The world is so
strange, stranger than my dreams
But nothing’s ever
changed or that’s the way it seems
Sometimes I need to
hide it’s more than I can take
But I know down
inside I’ve got one point to make
Bright blue dot in a
sea of black
Feel so small but I
don’t mind
Don’t know what I
think I lack
Got it all and I’m
doing fine
Run it up, run it
down,
Pass it by, pay the
price
Pick a card, take a
chance,
Let it ride, throw
the dice
Got no point to make And it feels real nice
© 2020 Chuck Puckett |
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Video: All the Red Cards Wild Now this is how to play poker! |
All the red cards wild
Play ‘em if you can
Try and find the
meaning
In each and every
hand
There ain’t no sense
in folding
Just hang on for a
while
Don’t matter what
you’re holding
When all red cards
are wild
When we started
playing poker
It was straight as a
man can play
We never let no
jokers
Come getting in the
way
Five card draw was
all we’d deal
Pay a dollar to get
in
Jacks or better to
open
Trips or better to
win
Now maybe that was
boring
Maybe that was too
tame
Anyway someone soon
suggested
That we liven up the
game
How about anything
to open
And you can win with
whatever you got
We played five card
stud, then seven
But it didn’t seem
to help a lot
So then we played
with deuces
wild
We played jokers and
one-eyed jacks
Seven card stud with
low hole wild
There was no holding
back
Then someone said it, and might’ve
been me
Let’s
leave the rank and file
From here on out let’s
play this game
With all the red
cards wild
All the red cards wild Play ‘em if you can Try and find the meaning In each and every hand There ain’t no sense in folding Just hang on for a while Don’t matter what you’re holding When all red cards are wild
Sometimes I think the world Is one big poker hand You don’t have the cards you bluff
it out When you got ‘em you let ‘em stand Your pay to take your chances You play it by the rules Let the cards fall where they will Try not to act the fool But when things start going crazy All the chips are in the pile You can’t
make sense of anything With all the red cards wild
All the red cards wild Play ‘em if you can Try and find the meaning In each and every hand There ain’t no sense in folding Just hang on for a while Don’t matter what you’re holding When all red cards are wild
© 2020 Chuck Puckett |
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#9: Toward the Light Video: Toward the Light A song of hope and being strong. Keep on keeping on. |
Make the grade, fight the fight
Don’t be afraid to get it right
Turn the tap, set ‘em up
Drink it down, drain the cup Be
the kind of soul
That walks into the night The
one who turns us Back toward the light Do
your best, face the gun
Pass the test, be the one
Take a chance, throw the dice
Nerves of steel, cool as ice Be
the kind of soul
That wants to have some fun The
one who leads us Back toward the sun
Lead the pack, take the reins Don’t look back, fan the flames
Make your mark, carve the notch
Stay on guard, be on watch Be
the kind of soul Who
dances in the rain The
one who wants to Go against the grain
Turn the tide, keep it tight
Never hide what is right
Sing the song clear and loud
Don’t forget why you’re proud Be
the kind of soul Who
reaches for the height The
one who turns us Back toward the light
© 2020 Chuck Puckett |
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#10: Valari
Video:
Valari The Valari. You probably need to read Tolkien's Silmarillion to get it. |
Seven spirits spinning 'round The
hand that made them set them down
Seven gems, alive and old
Older than the endless cold Older than the cold
Seven days, delightful days The
wind and mountains, flames and waves
Come at call and take their place
Alive and real in singing space Become in singing space
Seven notes, clear and strong The
melody forever long
Voices fighting Ragnarok
Harmonies light up the dark
Lightning in the dark
Seven planets, flung apart One
white tree and seven stars
Seven ages come and go
Eyes look up and never know
(That) One is the chain
That joins all and none
Nothing can remain
When all is sung and done The
voice is never still And
never sings refrain The
singer always will
Keep adding to the chain (Repeat as necessary: last
time, say "change" instead of "chain") ©
2011 Chuck Puckett |