Cosmology
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