I'm a Vidiot by gregvanderlaan (written for my friend "K4" -a vidiot that grew up to be an AOL GURU...a big time high pay job...) CHORUS:
I'm a vidiot, I stay plugged in all day (A,D,G,A)
I'm a vidiot, All I do is play (A,D,G,A)
I'm a vidiot, if you don't like my game (A,D,G,A)
You can goto hell 'cause I'm playing again (A)
Once upon a time I used to do things (D,Dsus4,A)
-but no longer- (-spoken words-)
I used to go out and play with other kids (D,Dsus4,A)
-that was years ago-(-spoken words-)
Now I stay indoors and drool at the TV set (D,Dsus4,A)
-that's right-(-spoken words-)
I can't wait for 3D,it will be the greatest yet ! (D,Dsus4,A)
CHORUS:
I'm a vidiot, it's the only way
I'm a vidiot, I've got that brain decay
I'm a vidiot, hey mister gimme a quarter
So I can go down to the video parlor
When Dad was a kid he was into wholesome things
-like drugs-(-spoken words-)
But kids today are not that spaced out kind
-well, maybe just a little-(-spoken words-) We just grab a joystick in our grubby little mitts
And fiddle with the knobs till we go blind
CHORUS:
I'm a vidiot, everyone says I'm sick
I'm a vidiot, give me a joystick
I'm a vidiot, I'll show you my stuff
I'll make Donkey Dong look like a cream puff
Mom got me one of those plug in TV thingees
-well, FINALLY-(-spoken words-)
Hoping I'd stop bugging her for quarters
-NO WAY !-(-spoken words-)
Now that I've got 6 billion and a half cartridges
-one for every person on earth...plus three-(-spoken words-)
I GOTTA GET ONE MORE, 'CAUSE THEY CAME OUT WITH DONKEY KONG THE 17TH ! WHEE!
CHORUS:
I'm a vidiot, my thumb's getting sore
I'm a vidiot, I want more, more, more
I'm a vidiot, if I play one more game
maybe I'll do the ultimate...
BREAK THE MACHINE !!!
Simple Treasures: by gregvanderlaan. a song about an experience at RFK stadium during a thunderstorm - Grateful Dead concert...
VERSE:
Thank God for simple treasures
Thank God for rock and roll
An arena full of singing people
a blessed time to ease my soul
Chorus:
Dancing in the MUD
in a stadium
when I hear the drums
I know that I belong
the hammer on the gong
and the momentum
will reveal the truth
hidden for so long
VERSE:
Thank God for simple treasures
Thank God for my guitar
it has a magic healing power
PARA VIVIR, YO CANTAR
(in order to live, I sing)
Chorus:
VERSE:
Thank God for simple treasures
Thank God for my machine
I make another 30 wheels then,
take a rag and wipe it clean
Chorus2:
In the factory
working all night long
making plastic wheels
until the break of dawn
VERSE:
Thank God for simple treasures
Thank God for my back yard
it's got a hundred giant redwoods
It's a miracle...
JUST ANOTHER MIRACLE !
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"God bless this wheel
and all who ride upon it"
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Creating wheels for wheelchairs:
JUST ANOTHER MIRACLE This lyric is about my time working at the plastic factory in Chico. We made wheels for wheelchairs. One day after work I was extremely stressed out about the miserable conditions I was working in and a wise lady suggested that I have Jesus bless each wheel and all that ride. I was handling hot plastic and working extremely quickly to fit tiny nuts into the wheel before the plastic cooled and the wheel shrank in size to be too small to fit the nuts. This basically
meant that I was franticly rushing to fit 9 nuts into a wheel that was burning my fingers. She suggested the blessing as a stress reliever for me. Fortunately, my boss came to the realization that I was the wrong person for this particular product and never made me make that type of wheel again.
I did become THE wheel maker of another type. I did continue to bless the wheels. I am an atheist but... WHY NOT BLESS THE WHEEL... Eventually I made thousands of wheels. A useful way to spend my time...
CHANNEL #1
LADIES AND GENTELMEN... As part of an ethno-musicological research project, funded by the National Endowmental for the ARTS... We finally have... ALL the lyrics to:
Momma don't allow no Guitar playing 'round here...
Momma don't allow no
Guitar playing 'round here...
Momma don't allow no
Guitar playing 'round here...
I don't care what Momma don't allow,
gonna play my Guitar anyhow...
Honey, Baby, Mine...
Momma don't allow no
Banjo Pickin' 'round here...
Momma don't allow no
Banjo Pickin' 'round here...
I don't care what Momma don't allow,
gonna Pick my Banjo anyhow...
Honey, Baby, Mine...
Momma don't allow no
Fill in the blank songs 'round here...
Momma don't allow no
Fill in the blank songs 'round here...
I don't care what Momma don't allow,
gonna Sing my fill in the blank songs anyhow...
Honey, Baby, Mine...
Momma don't allow no
Topless dancing 'round here...
Momma don't allow no
Topless dancing 'round here...
I don't care what Momma don't allow,
gonna shake my (crude, sexist language deleted) anyhow...
Honey, Baby, Mine...
Yonder go a man with a pack on his back, Honey...
Yonder go a man with a pack on his back, Babe...
Yonder go a man with a pack on his back,
packing all the crawdads he can pack...
It's the same tune, Honey, Baby, Mine...
Momma don't allow no
running around naked with a bone in his nose 'round here...
Momma don't allow no
running around naked with a bone in his nose 'round here...
I don't care what Momma don't allow,
gonna run around naked with a bone in my nose anyhow...
Honey, Baby, Mine...
Momma don't allow no
Jumpin down, turning 'round and pickin a bale of cotton 'round here...
Momma don't allow no
Jumpin down, turning 'round and pickin a bale of cotton 'round here...
I don't care what Momma don't allow,
gonna Jump down, turn around and pick a bale of cotton anyhow...
Honey, Baby, Mine...
Momma don't allow no
%@*&@#$%@$ @$%((*& @%@ 'round here...
Momma don't allow no
%@*&@#$%@$ @$%((*& @%@ 'round here...
I don't care what Momma don't allow,
gonna %@*&@#$%@$ @$%((*& @%@ anyhow...
Honey, Baby, Mine...
Momma don't allow no
Flying in a spaceship filled with aliens 'round here...
Momma don't allow no
Flying in a spaceship filled with aliens 'round here...
I don't care what Momma don't allow,
gonna beam me up anyhow...
Honey, Baby, Mine...
Momma don't allow no
typing goofy song lyrics on the internet 'round here...
Momma don't allow no
Typing goofy song lyrics on the internet 'round here...
I don't care what Momma don't allow,
gonna email this song anyhow...
Honey, Baby, Mine...
Momma don't allow no
Snarfling the garfok 'round here...
Momma don't allow no
Snarfling the garfok 'round here...
I don't care what Momma don't allow,
gonna Snarfle like a CONEHEAD anyhow...
Honey, Baby, Mine...
Momma don't allow no
Magic Mushroom eating 'round here...
Momma don't allow no
Magic Mushroom eating 'round here...
I don't care what Momma don't allow,
gonna meet GOD anyhow...
Honey, Baby, Mine...
Momma don't allow no
(it's your turn to write some cubist words) 'round here...
Momma don't allow no
(it's your turn to write some bebop words) 'round here...
I don't care what Momma don't allow,
gonna _________ ______ _______ _____ anyhow...
Honey, Baby, Mine...
CHANNEL #2
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SOLARWIND, LADS GONE NATIVE and
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Just kidding folks... 
Let's Start Dancing down the Paisley Path
So, we've traveled to the farthest reaches of inner space...
GROKed the mysteries of the Human Race...
Had our souls programmed by the cosmic Turtle...
She showed us the correct way to live...
Others missed out...
Intentionally Selected to be "CLUELESS"
Our burden is to watch them,
endlessly... To prevent the Unelightened
from causing disaster...
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While we were "NOT PAYING ATTENTION"
King George the Second...
Took our country down the path to Mordor...
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Why do we have to constantly fight the forces of Evil...
Why Can't they just "wake up"
and AUTOMATICALLY know what to do?
It seems so clear to me...
voluntarily selecting to do good...
such an easy choice...
WHY DO THEY SELECT TO DO EVIL?
Knowing the difference between good and evil
is intuitive to us...
Let's Start Dancing...
down the paisley path
we should help the stupid ones
EXPLAIN... TEACH... COUNCIL...
and endlessly pay attention
TO PREVENT THEM FROM CAUSING MORE DISASTER
Off to another adventure... Dancing the Paisley Path.
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