h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Good call Kalu!!!! It is "A Farewell to Kings" from album of same name. Here's another

And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart

Blacksmith and the artist
Reflected in their art
They forge their creativity
Closer to the heart

Closer to the hearrrrt.......Yeah..

Jokerford2000, you started this, you know who's memory Rush unfolds.....

*grabs mic, takes a deeeep breath, coughs.."ahm, excuse me"....haunting melody begins...*

~Am an old man on the sea..eee
Sailed the straights alone
My ship and me......~


(sorry, can't do it all....you're welcome to take over, bro.)

I have memory and awareness
But I have no shape or form
Like a disembodied spirit
I am dead and yet unborn
I have passed into Olympus
as was told in tales of old
To the city of immortals
Brightest light and purest gold....


Any RUSH-fans out there...??

You know there are....even my dog is a fan. Her favorite is "Dog Years"

"In a dog's life
a year is really more like seven
and all too soon
a canine will be chasing cars in doggie heaven

It seems to me
as we make our own few circles round the sun
we get it backwards
and our seven years go by like one

Dog years
it's the season of the itch
dog years
with every scratch it reappears"

Of course, she also likes "By-tor and the Snow Dog"

Can't resist this one folks.
Greases back hair and places pillow under shirt for effect. Clears throat, and signals conductor:

Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma!
Tu pure, o Principessa,
nella tua fredda stanza
guardi le stelle che tremano
d'amore e di speranza!

Ma il mio mistero e' chiuso in me,
il nome mio nessun sapra'!
Ed il mio bacio scioglera'
il silenzio che ti fa mia!

Dilegua, o notte! Tramontate, stelle!
Tramontate, stella! All'alba vincero'!
Vincero'! Vincero'!


Steps away from mic wiping sweat from brow with lacy handkerchief

Bravo! Bravo!

Graci Graci
(hope I spelled it right)

I don't want to be here breathing your infected air
I'm happy to ignore you and pretend that you're not there
Don't make me speak my mind I can tell that you won't like it
Why why why why do you waste your life on accusation?

You give me your opinion which I've chosen to ignore
Endless contradiction Christ you're such a mindless bore
Don't make me laugh out loud I can tell your favourite number's one
You're self obsessed completely baby

You keep saying you can't see a future
So you tell me you live for present day
You want to talk but you need the motivation
Well come to me and I'll show you cos I found a way

I wouldn't be near you
I couldn't wait for tomorrow, for tomorrow
I think I'll go away

*wanders in, head bowed, wearing a pair of red leather trousers and not much else*

It started off so well
Said we made a perfect pair
I clothed myself in your glory and your love
How I loved you, how I cried
The years of care and loyalty
Were nothing but a sham, it seems
The years belie, we lived a lie
I'll love you till I die

Save me, save me, saaaaaave me
I can't face my life alone
Save me, save me, saaaaaave me
I'm naked and I'm far from home

The slate will soon be clean
I'll erase the memory
And start again with somebody new
Was it all wasted, all that love?
I hang my head and I advertise
A soul for sale or rent
I have no heart, I'm cold inside
I have no real intent

Save me, save me, saaaaaave me
Don't let me face this life alone
Save me, save me, saaaaaave me
I'm naked and I'm far from home...

*wanders out, sobbing quietly*

*Walks in after a somewhat long absense. Steps up to mic and looks down toward the ground as he begins to sing.*

"I'm sailing away
set an open coarse
for the virgin sea
cause I've got to be free
free to face the life
that's ahead of me

On board I'm a captain
so climb aboard
we'll search for tomorrow
on every shore
and I'll try
oh lord I'll try
to carry on

I look to the sea
reflections in the waves
spark my memories
some happy some sad
I think of childhood friends
and the dreams we had

we lived happly together
so the story goes
but somehow we missed out
on the pot of gold
put we'll try
the best that we can
to carry on

*Looks up to everyone and continues*

A gathering of angels
apeared about my head
they sang to me this song of hope
and this is what they said
they said

Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me lad
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away baby
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me

I thought that they were angels
but to my surprise
They climbed aboard their starship
we headed for the skies
Singing...

Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me lad
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away baby
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me"


Thank you...
*Takes a bow as he leaves the floor*

wooo!! bravo!! *clap clap clap*
*stands up, still clapping*
bravo!!!

*Runs back up on stage again and bows several more times*
Thank you! Thank you! Please no aplause....just money....

(Just measin' please don't throw money, I'll feel like I'm suposed to be up here doing some kinda strip tease...)

No strip tease in here, this is a family establishment (except for the pharmacy, of course).

Don't make me call the bouncer!

You shake my nerves and you rattle mah brain
Too much lurve drives a man insane
You break mah will
Ow! What a thrill
Good - ness - Gra - cious
Great Balls Of Fire
Kiss me baybeh
Ow! Feeeeeels goood
Hold mee baybeh
I wanna love you like a lover should
You're fine
So fine
Gonna tell the world that you're MINE MINE MINE MINE

Here's some less widely know Killer stuff

Today he traded his big 98 Oldsmobile
He got a heck of a deal
On a new Porsche car
He ain't wearing his usual grey business suit
He's got jeans and high boots
With an embroidered star
And today he's forty years old going on twenty
Don't look for the grey in his hair
'Cause he ain't got any
He's got a young thing beside him
That just melts in his hand
He's middle aged crazy
Trying to prove he still can
He's gotta a woman he's loved for a long long time at home
Ah but the thrill is all gone
When they cut down the lights
They've got a business that they spent a while comming by been a long uphill climb
But now the profits are high
But today he's forty years old going on twenty
And he hears of sordid affairs and he aint had any
And the young thing beside him
You know she understands
That he's middle aged crazy
Trying to prove he still can



He's out there somewhere every night
Where the music's playing loud
Living all the fifties steps
In a 1980's crowd
The dim lights hide his mileage lines
The Clairol hides the grey
But he won't mention anything that gives his age away
He's 39 and holding
Holding everything he can
From 17 to 25 to prove he's still a man
He's holding to a candle
It's burning at both ends
He's 39 and holding holding everything he can
You can bet he'll never see 39 again
He should have turned loose long ago but still he's hanging in

(Can't remember the rest of this one)

Well I guess I never saw her in that way
Well I guess everything always seems that way
And I guess I should have tried to be her slave
Keep on coming, keep on coming
Some people live their their lives to understand
Some people live their lives to take command
But the time has come when I must make my stand
Keep on coming, keep on coming
Don't ever change
It's just the way you try and hold me down
You've got a hold on me and I'm scared to make a sound
And you know everything I ever tried to say
Come on keep on coming please don't walk away
You got a hold on me and I'm scared to watch you go

Dear Abby dear abby my fountainpen leaks
My wife hollers at me and my kids are all freaks
Every side I get up on is the wrong side of bed
If it weren't so expensive I'd wish I was dead

Signed 'Unhappy"


Dear Abby Dear Abby well I never thought
That me and my girlfriend would ever get caught
We sat on the fence there just shooting the breeze
With her hair up in curls and her pants on her knees

Signed 'Just Married'...

Wake reaching for yesterday, up washing the sleep away
My mind full of the games you play all the time
I roll up a cigerate sit down trying hard to forget your face
When you turned and left me, again
It's not a game seeing your face on the wall when it's only in a frame
It's not the same sleeping without you at night and not knowing if I will again
magic mirror shine memories of yesterday
You wouldn't go and you couldn't stay
Decitfully blind to you wanting your way
Where will you go and where will you stay
You wouldn't say
You've gone away
Can't help feeling sad but then I'm gald your heataches today
I see your eyes yes the eyes that used to shine with secret tears you know you always used to cry
I'll wait for tomorrow
yes I'll wait for tomorrow
Haven't I told you I just want to hold you
you know that yesterday you took my smallest part so carelessly away
Have all our memories gone suddenly to sleep?
Your golden head this empty bed...
And now there is another day but where are you? What can I do?
You once said ours is terrestial love
But such a feeling left along with your case
it's such a fight cos every window I pass keeps reflecting visions of your face
like a spiders web weaving me round and round and round
Will it let go? can I clear my head?
There's a thousand things not only the empty bed
Why did you go ? wW it something I said ?
Was I misled Let me clear my head.. I wish I was dead
You've gone away...

what song? put the lime in the coconut? if that's the one, it's just called 'Coconut'

OK I just have to add one. This is my all time favorite song by Harry Chapin.

The very day I purchased it,
I christened my guitar,
as my monophonic symphony
six string orchestrar.
In my room I practice late,
they leave me alone.
My mother says you're nothing yet
to make the folks write home.

Oh, I play at all the talent nights,
I finished, they'd applaud.
Some called it muffled laughter,
I just figured they were odd.
I went on for an enchore,
but they screamed they had enough.
Well maybe I just need a group
to help me do my stuff.

And so I dream a bass will join me
and fill the bottom in,
amd maybe now some lead guitar
so it wouldn't sound so thin.
I need some drums to set the beat
and to help me keep in time,
and way back in the distance
some strings would sound so fine.
And we'd all play together
like fine musicians should.
And it would sound like music
and the music would sound good.
But in real life I'm stuck with
that same old formula.
Me and my monophonic symphony
six string orchestra.

There are a few more verses but I don't have time. It's a funny song called....Six String Orchestra