Word: Keep The Nerve. Gil Scott Heron

This is a special version/performance of this song: the lyrics are being read by a computer voice. This might be a help for people who can't understand the lyrics when they are being sung in the song itself, and who may suffer reading problems. It also provides a unique focus on the lyrics, without any possible distraction caused by music or by singing the text.

I Was A Stranger - Smog

I was a stranger
When i came to town
Just yesterday
I was a stranger
They dont come much stranger

So why
Why did you believe
All every word I said
Why did you believe
Believe a stranger
A stranger

And why do you women in this town
Let me look at you so bold
When you have seen what i was
In the last town
In the last town
You should have seen what i was
If i was a stranger
I was worse than a stranger
I was well-known 

Fattening Frogs For Snakes - Sonny Boy Williamson II (Rice Miller) 

It took me a long time, to find out my mistakes
Took me a long time, to find out my mistakes
(It sho` did man)
But I bet you my bottom dollar, I`m not fattenin` no more frogs for snakes

I found out my downfall, back in nineteen and thirty
(I started checkin`)
I found out my downfall, from nineteen and thirty
I`m tellin` all of my friends, I`m not fattenin` no more frogs for snakes

All right now

Yeah it is nineteen and fifty-seven, I`ve got to correct all of my mistakes
Whoa man, nineteen and fifty-seven, I`ve got to correct all of my mistakes
I`m tellin` my friends includin` my wife and everybody else,
Not fattenin` no more frogs for snakes

Out Of Step (With The World) - Minor Threat

(I) Don't smoke
I don't drink
I don't fuck
At least I can fucking think

I can't keep up,
Can't keep up
Can't keep up
Out of step with the world

I can't keep up,
Can't keep up
Can't keep up
Out of step with the world

(I) Don't smoke
I Don't drink
I Don't fuck
At least I can fucking think

I can't keep up,
Can't keep up
Can't keep up
Out of step with the world

I can't keep up,
Can't keep up
Can't keep up
Out of step with the world

(Spoken) Listen, there's no set of rules. I'm not tellin' you what to do, all I'm saying is I'm thinkin' of three things that are like, so important to our world I don't have to find much importance in because of these things, whether they are fucking or whether it's playing golf, because of that I feel

I can't keep up,
Can't keep up
Can't keep up
Out of step with the world

Cashing in. 

Only A Pawn In Their Game - Bob Dylan

A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers' blood.
A finger fired the trigger to his name.
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set the spark
Two eyes took the aim
Behind a man's brain
But he can't be blamed
He's only a pawn in their game.

A South politician preaches to the poor white man,
"You got more than the blacks, don't complain.
You're better than them, you been born with white skin," they explain.
And the Negro's name
Is used it is plain
For the politician's gain
As he rises to fame
And the poor white remains
On the caboose of the train
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.

The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid,
And the marshals and cops get the same,
But the poor white man's used in the hands of them all like a tool.
He's taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he never thinks straight
'Bout the shape that he's in
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.

From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks,
And the hoof beats pound in his brain.
And he's taught how to walk in a pack
Shoot in the back
With his fist in a clinch
To hang and to lynch
To hide 'neath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain't got no name
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.

Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught.
They lowered him down as a king.
But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
That fired the gun
He'll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain:
Only a pawn in their game.

THRILLS - CAKE

Man is Born,
Man Lives,
Man Dies...
And it's all Vanity.

And that's about the way it is in the marry-go-round

You get on...
You go around...
Standing in the saddle...

Man is Born,
Man Lives,
Man Dies...
And it's all vanity.

He tries thrills.

He said I gave myself to enjoy pleasure.

What are teenagers doing today?

They're trying every thrill there is in the books.

We got color TV,
But it still isn't satisfying.

Man is Born,
Man Lives,
Man Dies....
And it's all vanity.

(Shouts-kind of non-understandable)
You can't understand it, 
It's going so loud,
And so-forth and they're wiggling and wobbling around
And everything else,
And-and yet they're not satisfied
And these disc jockies,
They hear the tune and it's different!

Man is Born,
Man Lives,
Man Dies....

And it's all Vanity.

(Shouts-kind of non-understandable)
You can't understand it, 
It's going so loud,
And so-forth and they're wiggling and wobbling around
And everything else,
And-and yet they're not satisfied
And these disc jockies,
They hear the tune and it's different!
Hears the tune and it's different!

Man is Born,
Man Lives,
Man Dies...
And it's all Vanity.