Abraham (Hebrew: אַבְרָהָם (help·info), Modern: Avraham, Tiberian: ʼAḇrāhām, Ashkenazi Avrohom or Avruhom, Arabic: إبراهيم Ibrāhīm, Ge'ez: አብርሃም ʼAbrəham, Greek: Aβραάμ, Russian: Авраам), whose birth name was Abram, is the eponym of the Abrahamic religions, among which are Judaism, Christianity and Islam. According to both the Hebrew Bible and the Qur'an, through his sons Ishmael and Isaac, Abraham is the forefather of many tribes, namely the Ishmaelites, Israelites, Midianites and Edomites. Abraham was a descendant of Noah's son, Shem. Christians believe that Jesus was a descendant of Abraham through Isaac, and Muslims believe that Muhammad was a descendant of Abraham through Ishmael. Abraham is notable for his advocation and promotion of monotheism.
The Book of Genesis narrative that records the life of Abraham presents his role as one that could only be fulfilled through a monotheistic covenant established between him and God. The Qur'an has stories about Abraham and his offspring that are similar to the Bible's. In Islam, Abraham is recognised as a prophet, patriarch and messenger, archetype of the perfect Muslim, and reformer of the Kaaba.
The Nice were an English progressive rock band from the 1960s, known for their blend of rock, jazz and classical music. Their debut album, The Thoughts of Emerlist Davjack was released in 1967 to immediate acclaim. It is often considered the first progressive rock album. The Nice are also a forerunner of the much more widely known Emerson, Lake & Palmer.
The Nice consisted initially of keyboardist Keith Emerson, bassist/vocalist Lee Jackson, drummer Brian Davison, and guitarist David O'List, more commonly known as "Davy". The band took their name from Steve Marriott's slang term for being high, a term he used in the song "Here Come the Nice". Marriott originally wanted to give the name to a band he was producing, called The Little People. Andrew Loog Oldham took it upon himself to rename The Little People Apostolic Intervention, and dubbed the Emerson, Jackson, Davison, O'List group "The Nice". Emerson's autobiography Pictures of an Exhibitionist suggests that the name originated with a suggestion from P. P. Arnold. The reference to "being high" is not mentioned, instead a routine by hipster/comic Lord Buckley is quoted.
WHEN YOU GO DOWN
Why can't I be in every window,
everywhere in the world.
Looking out at a billion faces,
the next one better than this.
I will always be trapped inside this mystery,
but I will always be the one who sticks around
. . .when you go down.
Why can't I be in every window
everywhere in the world ?
Always bathed in a sea of sunshine,
everyday of the year.
I could never be trapped inside your tragedy,
but I will always be the one who sticks around
. . .when you go down.
See through me, I'm in your window.
Happily I see it all.
Open me, I'm in the arms of a woman who knows,
how to give up and let go.
I will always be the one who sticks around
WHAT'S SO GREAT ABOUT HAPPINESS ?
Tore up the letter
You sent me from Paris
And went outside
Glad you feel better
Now you found happiness deep inside
Took your advice and went into therapy but
WHAT'S SO GREAT ABOUT HAPPINESS ANYWAY ?
WHAT'S SO FUN ABOUT FALLING IN LOVE ?
YOU LIVE IN CONSTANT FEAR
THAT ONE DAY It'll DISAPPEAR
OR SPEND YOUR LIFE JUST TRYIN' TO BE
HAPPY.
Feeling ambitious
I washed up the dishes
And made some lunch
Mixed up the mayo
With fresh avocado and lettuce
Each little bite reminded me of you, but
WHAT'S SO GREAT ABOUT HAPPINESS ANYWAY ?
WHAT'S SO FUN ABOUT FALLING IN LOVE ?
YOU LIVE IN CONSTANT FEAR
THAT ONE DAY IT'll DISAPPEAR
OR SPEND YOUR LIFE JUST TRYIN' TO BE
HAPPY.
Single Mothers (are the Heroes of the Modern World)
This is a message to the children
Of the Vanishing Man
Its time to live your life as free of all the hate you can
Somebody left you. But they left you in the loving arms
Of somebody you probably dont appreciate at all
Single Mothers (are the Heroes of the Modern World)
Shes not a model or an actress or a big athlete
Shes winning races none of them could even quite compete
it might get tough at times
Wonderin how and why
Scrapin up the pennies til payday
Single Mothers (are the Heroes of the Modern World)
There is no big reward, academy awards
Dont get handed to the lady in the cheap dress
Single Mothers (are the Heroes of the Modern World)
Ive got every disease known to man
Waiting patiently, inside me,
To surprise me, when I least expect it,
But I aint got no one to love,
Got a notebook full of words,
Wood guitar, plastic bird,
Got a bus pass to Vegas
And two condoms, just in case,
But I aint got no one to love,
LOVE EVERYONE,
SANTA CLAUS SAID,
AS HE PERCHED
NAKED ON MY BED
LOVE EVERYONE
AND YOULL BE FREE,
BUT FIRST YOU GOTTA LOVE ME.
Do you remember the day
You found out Santa Claus
was just a game ?
Were you angry or afraid ?
Could you ever trust anyone
in your life again?
It was just another regulation
Saturday night at the Gas Station
We were hangin' out
And the lights were shinin' down
They were better when the night went on
Somebody said there was a party downtown
So we hopped in a car and left very quick
We got there and it was really goin' on, I know
Lights and colors flashin' all around
And I found someone there that I really liked
She said, "hey" I said, "Hello"
And then when seeped up into the mellow of another pretty evening
We got back almost three years later
And I can't really remember much at all
Please I said why don't you call
She said, "My name is Norma McCall"
Call me Norma McCall
Call me Norma McCall
Won't you Call me Norma McCall
So I can remember what we were doing that night
Call me Norma McCall
Won't you Call me Norma McCall
Won't you Call me Norma McCall
So I can remember what we were doing that felt so right
Wish I had you here right now so I could remember everything again
Call me Norma McCall, won't you Call me Norma McCall
So I can remember what we were doing that night that felt so right
Won't you Call me Norma McCall
Maybe I Could Run
There's a little man inside my head
telling me its time I get ahead
Says that I've been missing the good things
that life has to give
Better buckle down, dress for success get a better job behind a desk Time to stop your dreaming and find some secure little nest
Maybe its a fact that a poor boy is under the gun.........
but Maybe I could run
Maybe I could Run from the feeling that there's nowhere left to run
Look at all the cars passing me by , Windows full of kids , out for a ride , People with a mission in life and the courage to lie
God I'm all alone here on the fence, First I'm turning right , then to the left , in camouflage they cage you with sweet smells of boundless success
Maybe i could Run, Maybe I could Run
Maybe I could run
from the feeling that there's nowhere left to run
and I'll hide from what I must do and hope that it all gets done
Here within my humble home I can't relax my thoughts will roam, I know I'm here too much alone but danger waits outside I'm told and aren't we all just passing time ? you paint I write , we'll be denied our choices . chance , achievement fate , awaiting judgment (the part I hate . to risk , to try to fall and fail . Too Much too soon will be the nail , driven through this precious flesh , I hope I haven't said too much 'cause it can and will be used against any man who takes the test to find that there's no other side , there's only time until you die ...... could i be wrong to believe in the sun ?
I'd rather run , I'd rather run,
Maybe i could Run, Maybe I could Run
Muscular legs stompin' out the boulevard
Muscular face and lips about a mile large
Pluckin' out a leaf from a tree as she passes by
I touch greenery a lot when I walk, she's a lot like me
LET'S MAKE LOVE
ON THE FLOOR OF THE LIQUOR STORE
IN BETWEEN THE PINBALL,
ICE CREAM,
MAGAZINES AND
CUSTOMERS
LET'S MAKE LOVE
After a while, on a street called Vine
There she is again, standin' in a check-out line
She's buyin' my brand (and that's generic)
With a store-bought tan (but I'm not allergic)
Looks at me as if to say,"Love is just a beer away."
(Love is just a beer away)
LET'S MAKE LOVE
ON THE FLOOR OF THE LIQUOR STORE
IN BETWEEN THE PINBALL,
ICE CREAM,
MAGAZINES AND
CUSTOMERS
LET'S MAKE LOVE
go to the window.
We could buy a twelve-pack and take it to the laundro-mat
But why waste all our precious cash
Gettin' ourselves good'n'trashed ?
let's make love.....
LET'S MAKE LOVE
ON THE FLOOR OF THE LIQUOR STORE
IN BETWEEN THE PINBALL,
ICE CREAM,
ICE CREAM,
MAGAZINES AND
CUSTOMERS
God came down from heaven yesterday
gave me somethin everybody else threw away
made my life much beter than before
to tell you the truth I cant explain too much at all
I cant tell anybody
what happened to me
I cant tell anybody
How does that make you feel ?
Crossing the street and the lights all look the same
people seem hypnotized and incapable of change
You start up your engines and you run all your life
tryin to find somewhere where you finally have time
I cant tell anybody
what happened to me
I cant tell anybody
how does that make you feel ?
time is a concept, that ruins everything
time was a mistake, everything is
the whole is impossible to a tiny little mind
gotta take the leap of faith and leave death far behind
I cant tell anybody
what happened to me
I cant tell anybody
How does that make you feel
the company of strangers
hi, how are you ? how was your weekend ? and what are we going to do. today ? No. I'm OK. It's just that this office is starting to feel like a cage. in the distance, it shines like a beakon. offering shelter to the lost and the weakened. but here. in this room. I've whiled away hours and planted the flowers of doom, in my life. smiles, like they say, can wipe away saddness, but this little game's here to stay. FOR AN INSTANT I thought I knew you. That day you broke down and smashed up the cooler. crystal cool water drencend all the carpet. wild nervous laughter filled out department. as you screamed out, " Hey what you say ? Why don't we start our own company, and we'll call it the Company of Strangers."
for twenty-five years I have sat by your side typing letters and memos for people who hide behind doorways with titles in hallways of horrible crime. we never had time for the things that we wanted to do when we saved up enough to be happy. it's true in the end all you have is a moment or two.
Baby lemonade can be good for you too
Maybe you and me could find something to do
If you see me standin' by the side of the road
Won't you give a run-a-way a ride
"Cause you might not get it but at least you won't regret it
When you sit by my side
Baby lemonade can be good for you too
Maybe you could show me just what to do
When the cold wind blows and you're home all alone
Wishin' you had spoken up
I'll be knockin' on your window with a piece of summer shinnin'
And 'hello' in my eyes
Baby lemonade can be good for you too
Maybe you and me could find something to do
Some people never understand
the little child inside the big angry man
but if you take my hand we'll figure it out
Baby lemonade can be good for you too
Maybe you and me could find something to do
I don't think its hard and I don't understand
can't you just let it out
can't you just get it out
another successful breakfast
I wake up in a panic every morning, like there was something I'm supposed to do .
Something so important I start shaking. It takes a lot of coffee to calm me down
I'm living in an old abandoned drug store. Probably couldn't compete with the CIA
I should've listened to Jim Morrisson. Only lawyers survive the heat in LA
another smoke , another drink, another dirty magazine
another slow suicide attempted
anothet successful breakfast
There's someone laying in my doorway. They appear to be breathing but who really cares.
Summer sun can't cut the fog of air polution. We're all being cooked for breakfast today.
another smoke , another drink, another dirty magazine
another slow suicide attempted
anothet successful breakfast
A dollar-thirty-nine, gets me three eggs. potatoes and time,
Time to figure out a place to stay,
A quarter buys a paper. New statistics on tne Homeless.
There's not a whole lot left to say.
another smoke , another drink, another dirty magazine
another slow suicide attempted
anothet successful breakfast
They set you up while you're still in the swing. With one big push you could have anything. You know one day you will live like a king. They hook you up to a giant machine. You're on your way, you're feeling so mean. You buy a car, but they sold you a dream. It's hard to be an American Bum. The war's been fought, that war's been won, collect your pay when the week is done. You're satisfied with two weeks in the sun. There's bums in suits, there's bums in the street.There's bums who starve, and others who treat. There's bums who work eighty hours a week.It's hard to be an American Bum. You try your best, you do what you can, you give it all for your small piece of land. You build your house but it's made out of sand.'Cause everyone is out for their own, you fall behind and they take all you own. Nobody cares if you're if you're sick or you're old.....but oh, that open road is calling louder than before, its paved with all the pain of things you never got,look in the distance at the Land of Oz