Lyrics

Watching the Watchers
Do What I Say
Rocket to the Moon
Trouble in Paradise
Angry Young Man
Commercial Eyes
Superman
The Art of Life

Watching the Watchers

I spy with my little eye
Something small, yet consequential
A tiny spy fly
Somebody told, somebody knew
Someone is watching all that you do

Watching the watchers
Turn the light on, so I can see too
Watching the watchers
Turn it around, off me and on you

The invisible man, a mouse click away
Always on-line, by night every day
Cookies and bits, a megabyte or two
Soon they're gonna know everything about you

Watching the watchers . . .

The world has become a scary, hairy place
With psychotic corporations
And anti-terror police states
Privacy and liberty are leaking away
Its time that they all came up under our gaze

Watching the watchers . . .

The Bush league plays in a field of dreams
Where nothing is ever quite what it seems
Hucksters selling snake oil, circus barkers in hats
A tent full of freaks, I see them like that

Watching the watchers . . .

Copyright ©2004 T. Atkinson

Do What I Say

Do what I say
Not what I do
Don't take it so hard
The things that you do

When you're down and out
Don't act like a fool
I can see your heart
You don't play it so cool

When I look in your eyes
All the years that I see
You know, its hard to believe
You're still looking at me

I'm flyin' so high
I can't touch down
I don't look behind
There's ghosts all around

If I could change what I did
Now, believe what I say
I'd go back in time
I'd make it your way

When I look in your eyes
All the years that I see
You know, its hard to believe
You're still looking at me

[bridge]

When I look in your eyes
All the years that I see
You know, its hard to believe
You're still looking at me

You're talkin' too much
But don't say a word
I'm spinnin' around
Can't believe what I've heard

If I could change what I did
Now, believe what I say
I'd go back in time
I'd make it your way

When I look in your eyes
All the years that I see
You know, its hard to believe
You're still looking at me

Copyright ©2000 T. Atkinson

Rocket to the Moon

Hello my old friend, its good to see you
Your shining face is looking bright and full tonight
Every night when I look up I pause to wonder why
You hang around here, and what you've seen

When time was born and the earth began
From the spark of life to the age of man
If I may, what would you say about coincidental DNA?
If I throw a rock into the middle of the sea
That would be me, a ripple in infinity

Fly me in a rocket to the moon
I'm leaving soon
All that I ever want to be
Is sailing free, the endless sea
Eternity

If time is like a mobius strip
And we are on a continuous trip
Passing through concentric planes
Our cosmic energy remains
I want to be a cosmonaut across space and time
Going outside through, and yestermorrow

Fly me in a rocket to the moon . . .

I want to gaze in the eye of the moon
A portal through time
Decipher ancient runes

And then while I'm way, I'll write home every day
'bout why the man in the moon is grinning

Fly me in a rocket to the moon . . .

Copyright ©2005 T. Atkinson

Trouble in Paradise

Two brothers long ago
The tribes of modern man
From Genesis to Abraham
From Gabriel, I am

The path to enlightenment
Is anything but clear
A renaissance of light
Against a blanket of night

Those caped crusaders
The tin machine
200 years of angst
A knightly war for a holy land
Draw a line in the sand

Charades, crusades
And sticks and stones
A sty in the mind's eye
They demonize with demon eyes
There's trouble brewing in paradise

800 years have come and gone
Welcome to our
Post-modernistic
Secular humanistic
Hedonistic
Capitalistic
Society

Those cartoon capers
Not the funny papers
Reveal the great divide

No burden of proof
Despite the truth
The zealots lost their heads

Charades, crusades
And sticks and stones
A sty in the mind's eye
They demonize with demon eyes
There's trouble brewing in paradise

Copyright ©2006 T. Atkinson

Angry Young Man

A loon cries out across silent lake
Full moon hangs in the sky
A funeral pyre will light the night
Pay homage to mankind

The moment before all time ends
The world will stop to listen
I'll play the roll of the angry young man
If you'd only stop to listen

If death and destruction the name of the game
Its a game that we've won long ago
And yet we persist and we'll play to the end
And claim that we're fighting for freedom

Its all fine if the guilty pay for their crimes
But innocence pays a high price
Except for the names and a few other changes
No one listens

[bridge]

[1st chorus]

If you'd only stop to listen
If you'd only stop to listen

Copyright ©2004 T. Atkinson

Commercial Eyes

Thoughts flow, a river unseen
Commercial Eyes me
Watching TV
My mind ain't blind
I can see
What you're doing to me

Images of life
Of what I should be
Of what I should think
Or watch on TV
Telling me what's wrong
And selling me what's right
Telling me how to live
And filling my head with desire

Days pass
Life is no dream
No Wheel of Fortune
Behind door number three
My mind ain't blind
I can see
What you're doing to me

Images and style
Of fashion in Vogue
Of labels with names
The glitter of gold
Seductive and sensuous
Consumer paradise
The power of media
Over softness of mind
Hypnotize me

Day and night
My life invaded
Always tempting
The gnomes on TV
A Marxian nightmare
A Freudian slip
Pavlovian instincts
And credit card bliss
A whirlpool of pleasure
A drug for the masses
Just say "Charge It"

Copyright ©2002 T. Atkinson

Superman

Sometimes I feel more than I am
The man I'd like to be
What would you think if Superman
Was standing here, not me

Sometimes I'm not so strong
Sometimes I'm not so wise

If I had a wish or two
I'll tell you what I'd do

I'd like to touch with healing hands
The pain I see before me
Much deeper than mere flesh or bone
A spirit lost its song

Looking around I hope to find
A golden chord for all mankind
No one would cry no more
I'd feel so glad
No one can touch me now
I feel like Superman

I'd like to see with a laser eye
A ray of truth, call it justice
The word of law has lost its soul
Lost in technicalities

Looking around I hope to find
A touchstone to judge all mankind
No one would lie no more
I'd feel so glad
No one can touch me now
I feel like Superman

I'd like to know from right or wrong
I walk a crooked mile
To see the light through this moral maze
A beacon in the night

Looking around I hope to find
A flaming bush to ease my mind
No one would die no more
I'd feel so glad
No one can touch me now
I feel like Superman

Copyright ©2004 T. Atkinson

The Art of Life

Once upon a time it was
Oh, so long ago
I had a dream, or so it seemed
I held it in my hands
Its eyes were full of fire
Its breath was of life
I tried to draw it close to me
It drifted away

You know I try so hard to surrender
To give myself away
And though the years have come and gone
Still burns my desire
Though peace may come but when I die
I'll refine the art of life
And life goes on, or so it seems
Following my dream

Copyright ©2000 T Atkinson