Improbable Devoted and Disgruntled Road Movie

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Astonishing never ending happening (Bill Fay)

The never ending happening

Of what's to be and what has been

Just to be a part of it

Is astonishing to me

The never ending happening

Of waves crashing against the cliffs

The falling seed the wind carries

The never ending happening

Souls arriving constantly

From the shores of eternity

Birds and bees and butterflies

Parade before my eyes

The never ending happening

Of the four winds changing direction

Nightfall stars sun rise again

Birdsong before the day begins

For some it's like tight-rope walkin'

Blindfolded and shaking

On either side fear and pain

For some it's like tight-rope walking

The never ending happening

Of war evermore and sore famine

Yearning for the day to be

When god will roll his stone away

The never ending happening

Of what 's to be and what has been

Just to be a part of it

Is astonishing to me

Read more: Bill Fay - Never Ending Happening Lyrics | MetroLyrics 

City of dreams (Bill Fay)

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From the album "Life Is People" (2012)
LYRICS:

I'm a street sweeper in your city of dreams

Yeah, I'm a street sweeper in your city of dreams

Sweepin up the paper cups between the limousines

Street sweeper in your city of dreams

Thousands of windows, I'm scared of what I see

Thousands of windows, I'm so scared of what I see

People wired up to telephones, plugged into TV screens

Thousands of windows, I'm so scared of what I see

Lookin at the sky above, higher than these neon names

I'm lookin at the sky above, higher than these neon names

You can't buy and sell the clouds, they aint among the commodities we trade

Lookin at the sky above, higher than these neon names

I'm waitin for the city of God

Yeah, I'm waitin for the city of God

When what is will be what was

Waitin for the city of God

I'm a street sweeper in your city of dreams

Yeah, I'm a street sweeper in your city of dreams

Sweepin up the paper cups between the limousines

Street sweeper in your city of dreams

City of dreams

Enjoy life!

.l

At the end of the day (Bill Fay)

At the end of the day
Aint nobody else
Gonna walk
In your shoes
Quite the way
You do
So be at Peace with yourself
And keep a spring in your heel
And keep climbing that hill
And be at Peace
With yourself
In the cold winter chill
When the wind blows like hell
There´s a way
Where there´s a will
Dont cry over
Milk that spilt
At the end of the day
Aint nobody else
Gonna walk in your shoes
Quite the way that you do
So be at Peace with yourself
And keep a spring in your heel
And keep climbing that hill
And be at Peace with yourself

(At the end of the day 

Aint nobody else

Gonna walk in your shoes

Quite the way that you do

So be at Peace with yourself

Keep a spring in your heel

Keep climbing that hill

And be at Peace with yourself)

Read more: Bill Fay - Be At Peace With Yourself Lyrics | MetroLyrics 

Dancing with Shiva (Harrison Owen´s 14´Ted talk)

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Ukulele Anthem (by Amanda Palmer)

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Sid Vicious played a four-string Fender bass guitar and couldn't sing

And everybody hated him except the ones who loved him

A ukulele has four strings, but Sid did did not play ukulele

He did smack and probably killed his girlfriend Nancy Spungen

If only Sid had had a ukulele, maybe he would have been happy

Maybe he would not have suffered such a sad end

He maybe would have not done all that heroin instead

He maybe would've sat around just singing nice songs to his girlfriend

So play your favorite cover song, especially if the words are wrong

'Cause even if your grades are bad, it doesn't mean you're failing

Do your homework with a fork

And eat your fruit loops in the dark

And bring your etch-a-sketch to work

And play your ukulele

Ukulele small and fierceful

Ukulele brave and peaceful

You can play the ukulele too, it is painfully simple

Play your ukulele badly, play your ukulele loudly

Ukulele banish evil

Ukulele save the people

Ukulele gleaming golden from the top of every steeple

Lizzie borden took an axe, and gave her mother forty whacks

Then gave her father forty-one, and left a tragic puzzle

If only they had given her an instrument, those puritans

Had lost the plot completely

See what happens when you muzzle

A person's creativity

And do not let them sing and scream

And nowadays it's worse 'cause kids have automatic handguns

It takes about an hour to teach someone to play the ukulele

About the same to teach someone to build a standard pipe bomb

YOU DO THE MATH

So play your favorite cover song, especially if the words are wrong

'Cause even if your grades are bad, it doesn't mean you're failing

Do your homework with a fork

And eat your fruit loops in the dark

And bring your flask of jack to work

And play your ukulele

Ukulele, thing of wonder

Ukulele, wand of thunder

You can play the ukulele, too

In London and down under

Play joan jett, and play jacques brel

And eminem and neutral milk ho-

Tell the children

Crush the hatred

Play your ukulele naked

If anybody tries to steal your ukulele, let them take it

Imagine there's no music, imagine there are no songs

Imagine that John Lennon wasn't shot in front of his apartment

Now imagine if John Lennon had composed "imagine" for the ukulele

Maybe people would have truly got the message

You may think my approach is simple-minded and naïve

Like if you want to change the world then why not quit and feed the hungry

But people for millennia have needed music to survive

And that is why I promised John that I will not feel guilty

So play your favorite Beatles song

And make the subway fall in love

They're only $19.95, that isn't lots of money

Play until the sun comes up

And play until your fingers suffer

Play LCD soundsystem songs on your ukulele

Quit the bitching on your blog

And stop pretending art is hard

Just limit yourself to three chords

And do not practice daily

You'll minimize some stranger's sadness

With a piece of wood and plastic

Holy fuck, it's so fantastic, playing ukulele

Eat your homework with a fork

And do your fruit loops in the dark

Bring your etch-a-sketch to work

Your flask of Jack

Your vibrator

Your fear of heights

Your Nikon lens

Your mom and dad

Your disco stick

Your soundtrack to "karate kid"

Your ginsu knives

Your rosary

Your new Rebecca Black CD

Your favorite room

Your bowie knife

Your stuffed giraffe

Your new glass eye

Your sousaphone

Your breakfast tea

Your Nick Drake tapes

Your giving tree

Your ice cream truck

Your missing wife

Your will to live

Your urge to cry

Remember we're all gonna die

So play, your ukulele

Lyrics from: http://www.azlyrics.com

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Life is people (Cosmic concerto) by Bill Fay

There are miracles,
In the strangest of places
There are miracles,
Everywhere you go
I see fathers,
Hold a little child's hand
I see mothers,
Holding a little child's hand
I see trees, trees,
Blowing in the wind
I see seeds,
Being sown by the wind
It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul
I see grandmas,
Blowing kisses into a pram
I see grandpas,
Scratching their head in amazement
It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul
It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul
Like my old dad said,
Life is people, life is people
In the space of a human face,
There's infinite variation
It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul
It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul
Like my old dad said,
Life is people, life is people
In the space of a human face,
There's infinite variation
Life is people, life is people, life is people
Life is people, life is people, life is people
Life is people

SOURCE: Lyrics | MetroLyrics  More Bill Fay lyrics

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