The Four Seasons - "No Surfing Today"

She was my surfer girl
she surfed in the sun
where are you surfer girl
now our fun is done
now our fun is done

Angry sea, took my love from me
no surfin' today
no surfin'

Way out beyond the reef
they said don't go (don't go! don't go!)
the undertow so deep
dragged her down below
dragged her down below

Angry sea, took my love from me
no surfin' today
no surfin

Just yesterday
We felt the ocean spray
While we were surfing side by side
I'll never hold her hand, she's too far away
I'll never understand, what else can I say
What else can I say

Angry sea, took my love from me
no surfin' today
no surfin'

Nightmare - The Whyte Boots

Spoken:  Yeah, no boy's worth the trouble that I'm in.  My friends they told me, 
they said I could win.  They said, "Don't let her get away 
with it," but I never should have listened.

You can beat her
You can win
Look out she's sneering
Better wipe off her grin
Get her, get her
Push her to the ground
Ger her, get her
Push her down
 
Spoken:  "They're right," I thought.  She did take my Bobby away, putting 
me down, showing everybody his ring.  Well, I thought I'd like to scare her 
a little, but I never meant to hurt her or anything.

You can beat her
You can win
Look out she's sneering
Better wipe off her grin
Get her, get her
Push her to the ground
Ger her, get her
Push her down

(Fight sounds)

Oooh, oooh, oooh...

Spoken:  She lay so still.  I knew that something was wrong.  And I said, 
"Help me, girls.  What should I do?  What should I do?!"

Run, run, run...

I tried to run

But it was too late
The cop held me
Said, "Girl, you better wait."
"Get her, get her,"
That's what they said
"Get her, get her"
It's all my fault she's dead

She didn't want to fight
She didn't want to fight
She didn't want to fight...

Spoken:  I didn't want to fight.  What could I do?  They were standing around.  
I didn't want to fight.  Please don't take me.  No.  Don't take me.  Help me, 
somebody, please.  Don't let 'em do this.  No.  No.  No.  I didn't want to fight.  
(Fade)

The Night The Lights Went Out in Georgia by Vicki Lawrence 
(covered by Reba McIntire)

He was on his way home from Candletop
Been two weeks gone and he thought he'd stop at Webbs
And have him a drink
'fore he went home to her
Andy Wolloe said Hello
And he said Hi, whats doin', Wo
Said, sit down, I got some bad news, it's gonna hurt
He said, I'm your best friend and you know that's right
But your young bride ain't home tonight
Since you been gone she's been seein' that Amos boy, Seth
Well, he got mad 'n' he saw red
And Andy said, Boy, dontcha lose your head
'Cause to tell ya the truth
I been with her myself

That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That's the night that they hung an innocent man
Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
'Cause the judge in the towns got bloodstains on his hands

Well, Andy got scared and left the bar
Walkin' on home 'cause he didn't live far
See, Andy didn't have many friends
And he'd just lost him one
Brother thought his wife musta left town
So he went home and finally found
The only thing Papa had left him and that was a gun

And he went off to Andy's house
A-slippin' through the backwoods quiet as a mouse
Came upon some tracks too small for Andy to make
He looked through the screen at the back-porch door
And he saw Andy lyin' on the floor
In a puddle of blood and he started to shake

Well, the Georgia Patrol was a-makin their rounds
So he fired a shot just to flag 'em down
And a big-bellied sheriff grabbed his gun and said "why dya do it"
And the judge said Guilty in a make-believe trial
And slapped the Sheriff on the back with a smile
Said suppers waitin' at home and I gotta get to it

That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That's the night that they hung an innocent man
Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
'Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands

Well, they hung my brother before I could say
The tracks he saw while on his way
To Andy's house and back that night were mine
And his cheatin' wife had never left town
And that's one body that'll never be found
See, little sister don't miss when she aims her gun

That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia, oh-oh-aah
That's the night that they hung an innocent man, ah-huh-unh
Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
'Cause the Judge in the towns got bloodstains on his hands 

Nightmare #5
Words & Music by Al Kooper
(New York City / 1969)

I was sixteen years of age when I fled my family's house
And I hitchhiked down the highway 
Tryin' to make my way down South
It was in the dead of winter and it chilled me to the bone
But I was sixteen years of age 
Just tryin to get a message home

It was cold & It was windy & I was two days in my flight
And my shoes were almost wore through
And the day was almost night
When the only car I saw that day came rollin into view
I just ran onto the highway for to see what I could do

I waved my arms & hollered and the car it did slow down
And I asked the man inside to help me
For to get to the very next town
He nodded yes & I jumped inside
I was thankful, safe & warm
But the stranger kept his eyes ahead 
And drove straight into the storm

I guess I musta fell asleep but I couldn't tell how long
When I woke up in a hurry with the feel of something wrong
The stranger was still driving and he did not say a word
And I asked him many questions 
But he seemed not to have heard

Then fear began to grab me & I reached out for the door
When I almost had it open 
Well, the car began to soar
As it angled towards the heavens 
I just tried to catch my breath
For it was then I knew what time it was
And the stranger's name was Death

Don Mclean - 1967

In Nineteen Sixty Seven the draft caught up with me,
me and my pal Joe went off to war.
We might find hero's heaven, 
but we'd keep the country free.
We would surely win just like before.
Roy Rogers he was on his horse, and
Buck Jones drew his gun.
We would surely win of course when
the battle was all done.

Nineteen Sixty Seven I came back alone,
they brought Joe back in plastic on the plane.
Nineteen Sixty Seven seems so long ago,
but I can't forget my friend or ease my pain.
His family may forget him, 
his children may regret him,
his wife may find another and go on.
His picture may grow faded 
and the world he knew gone jaded
but as long as I shall live I surely know,
I never will forget my buddy Joe.

In Nineteen Sixty Seven, the war was raging on,
our country was divided and reborn.
Though I was back at home, I had never left Saigon,
'cause all I got was ridicule and scorn.
This was no place for hero's now, 
they all seemed to resent me,
They said "Why did you ever go?" I said
"Because they sent me."

Nineteen Sixty Seven they buried my friend Joe,
and I was flashing back while people wept.
I thought of how he saved us 
and I watched the land-mine blow,
and I looked down at his dog-tag that I kept.
You'll always be a young man, 
you always will be smiling,
you always will be confident and true.
Your picture may grow faded 
and the world you knew gone jaded,
but as long as I shall live I surely know,
I never will forget my buddy Joe.
Long as I shall live I surely know,
I never will forget you buddy Joe.

Paul Hardcastle - 19

In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war,
but it wasn't.
It was different in many ways, as so were
those that did the fighting.
In World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26...
In Vietnam he was 19.
In inininininin Vietnam he was 19.

(TV announcer's voice)
The shooting and fighting of the past two weeks continued today
25 miles west of Saigon
I really wasn't sure what was going on (Vet's Voice)

Nininini Nineteen, 19, Ni-nineteen 19
19,19,19,19

In Vietnam the combat soldier typically served
a twelve month tour of duty but
was exposed to hostile fire almost everyday
Ninininininininininin 19 nininininninin 19

Hundreds of Thousands of men who saw
heavy combat in Vietnam were arrested
since discharge Their arrest rate is
almost twice that of non-veterans of
the same age.
There are no accurate figures of how many of
these men have been incarcerated.
But, a Veterans Administration study
concludes that the greater of Vets
exposure to combat could more likely
affect his chances of being arrested
or convicted.

This is one legacy of the Vietnam War

(Singing Girls)
All those who remember the war
They won't forget what they've seen..
Destruction of men in their prime
whose average was 19
Dedededededede-Destruction
Dedededededede-Destruction
War, War
Dededede-Destruction, wa-wa-War, wa-War, War
Dedededededede-Destruction
War, War

After World War II the Men came home together
on troop ships, but the Vietnam
Vet often arrived home within 48 hours of jungle combat
Perhaps the most dramatic difference
between World War II and Vietnam was
coming home.. .none of them received a hero's welcome
None of them received a heroes welcome,
none of them, none of them
Nenene Nenene None of them, none of them, none of them (etc...)
None of them received a hero's welcome
None of them received a hero's welcome

According to a Veteran's Administration study
Half of the Vietnam combat veterans
suffered from what Psychiatrists call
Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder
Many vets complain of alienation, rage, or guilt
Some succumb to suicidal thoughts
Eight to Ten years after coming home almost
eight-hundred-thousand men are
still fighting the Vietnam War

(Singing Girls)
Dedededededede-Destruction

Nininininininininin Nineteen, 19, Ni-nineteen 19
19,19,19,19
Nininininininininin Nineteen, 19, Ni-nineteen 19
19,19,19,19

(Soldiers Voice)
When we came back it was different..
Everybody wants to know "How'd it
happened to those guys over there
There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
We did what we had to do
There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
People wanted us to be ashamed of what it made us
Dad had no idea what he went to fight and he is now
All we want to do is come home
All we want to do is come home
What did we do it for
All we want to do is come home
Was it worth it?

99 To Life - Social Distortion

I'm broken hearted, I'm a broken
Man. Driven by anger, on that
Night I ran. I had me a woman,
I thought that she'd be true.
Now she's gone and left me, you
Know her life is through.
chorus:
Lonely weekends, baby lonely
Nights the judge he gave me,
Ninety nine to life.
I wish she could be here, Lord if
She only could, instead she's
Layin' in a puddle of blood.
She was my baby, thought she'd be
My wife. I killed my baby, I killed
Her with my knife.
chorus:
Lonely weekends, baby lonely
Nights the judge he gave me,
Ninety nine to life.
So alone I'm sittin' in my prison cell
Lord only knows now, I'm in
A living hell, the rest of my life,
In this penitentiary, the good
Lord above now, please have
Mercy on me.
chorus:
Lonely weekends, baby lonely
Nights the judge he gave me,
Ninety nine to life.

NO MORE HOT DOGS
(Hasil Atkins)
HASIL ADKINS

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Well, I'm gonna put your head on my wall
Just like I told you baby
You can't hide no more
You can't eat no more, no more hot dogs
I'm gonna put your head, I put it on my wall

Now, baby don't you be, be afraid
'Cause you don't wanna eat, eat none today
Gonna put your head on my wall
Ad then you can't eat no more hot dogs

Oh yeah, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Oh yeah, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Come on baby, don't you be late
I want your head, I want it tonight
Cut your head of at half past eight
I'll have it on my wall about a half past ten

Yeah, come on baby, I want that head
Come on baby, I want that head
I want your head to hang on my wall tonight
Now honey, don't you be afraid
'Cause I'm gonna cut your head off
About a half past eight

Just like I said, I'm gonna cut your head off
And you can eat no more hot dogs
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Tilly and the Wall - "Nights Of The Living Dead"

Oh the high school kids they're all fucked up
Touching each other, oh my god
Yeah and forty ounces was never enough
We want to pass out in your yard
We want to pass out
Dressing in drag your best friend's clothes
While boys kissed boys in hotel rooms
Oh and just when we thought we were no longer lost
They kicked us out into the dirty streets of Atlanta
So it's Friday night down on North Avenue
Where gas station parking lot prostitutes
Tried to fix their hair in our rearview mirrors
You know we're just trying to get to the club and shake our asses
A caravan of kids, some big old mess
On an old wooden dock, oh we're bored to death
We've got a bottle of wine, a fresh pack of smokes
We're going to end up screaming about some midnight garage sale
So god, put down your gun, can't you see we're dead?
God, put down your hand, we're not listening
Oh, the microphone cut off so we're screaming at the top of our lungs
You are born so fresh, a golden prize
Until you scrape that knee and quickly realize
That you're lost in a fog on your way to death
Oh a thick black line, a thick black line
So you better speak up, better raise that voice
Come on, scream loud all you girls and boys
Let's get wild, wild, wild, let's rejoice
Come on, come on
I want to hear that fucking noise
Oh the push and pull of everything
Oh this nightmare of electricity
We are the living dead, yeah the living dead
That's the way it is
That's the way it's always been
Oh that snake slithered past my house today
Oh I heard he caught you on a dark highway
No the clouds didn't part they just grew into a storm
I can still hear the sound of the rolling thunder (thunder!)
God, put down your gun, can't you see we're dead?
God, put down your hand, we're not listening
God, put down your gun, can't you see we're dead?
I said, god, put down your hand, we're not listening
Oh, we never were
I want to fuck it up
I want to fuck it up
I want to fuck it up
I want to fuck it up
I want to fuck it up
I want to fuck it up
I want to fuck it up
I want to fuck it up
And I feel so alive
And I feel so alive
And I feel so alive
And I feel so alive
And I feel so alive
And I feel so alive
And I feel so alive
And I feel so alive
And I feel

New Order - 1963 
Songwriters: Gilbert, Gillian;Hook, Peter;Hague, Stephen;Morris, Stephen;Dickens, Bernard

It was January, 1963
When Johnny came home with a gift for me
He said I bought it for you because I love you
And I bought it for you 'cause it's your birthday, too
He was so very nice, he was so very kind
To think of me at this point in time
I used to think of him, he used think of me

He told me to close my eyes
My gift would be a great surprise
I saw tears were in his eyes
He never meant to hurt me oh, God

Johnny, don't point that gun at me
There's so many ways our lives have changed
But please, I beg, don't do this to me
Johnny, don't point that gun at me
Can I save my life at any price?
For God's sake won't you listen to me?

And though he was ashamed that he had took a life
Johnny came home with another wife
And he often remembered how it used to be
Before that special occasion, 1963
There's too many ways that you could kill someone
Like in a love affair, when the love has gone
He used to think of her, she used to think of him

He told me to close my eyes
My gift would be a great surprise
I saw tears were in his eyes
But he never meant to hurt me oh, God

Johnny, don't point that gun at me
There's so many ways our lives have changed
But please, I beg, don't do this to me
Johnny, you keep on using me
Can I change my life for any price?
Oh, Johnny, won't you listen to me?

He told me to close my eyes
My gift would be a great surprise
I saw hatred in his eyes
But he never meant to hurt me oh, God

Johnny, don't point that gun at me
There's so many ways our lives have changed
But please, I beg, don't do this to me
Johnny, you keep on using me
Can I change my life for any price?
Oh, Johnny, won't you listen to me?

I just want you to be mine
I don't want this world to shine
I don't want this bridge to burn
Oh, Johnny, do you miss me? 
I just want to feel free

I will always feel free
I will always feel free
I will always feel free
I will always feel free

Bruce Springsteen - "Nebraska"

I saw her standin' on her front lawn just twirlin' her baton
Me and her went for a ride sir and ten innocent people died

From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska with a sawed off .410 on my lap
Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path

I can't say that I'm sorry for the things that we done
At least for a little while sir me and her we had us some fun

The jury brought in a guilty verdict and the judge he sentenced me to death
Midnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest

Sheriff when the man pulls that switch sir and snaps my poor head back
You make sure my pretty baby is sittin' right there on my lap

They declared me unfit to live said into that great void my soul'd be hurled
They wanted to know why I did what I did
Well sir I guess there's just a meanness in this world.