Shine On You Crazy Diamond I-V:
When Each Song Was a Diamond-

Remember when you were young,
When music was fun.
And each song was a diamond
Now there's music I despise
Like the Rapper's Delight
Shine on Lucy------. Sky/diamond
Now we're caught in the hoopla,
Of rapper's and metal,
Oh and that emo thing.
Go on like rockets "til far from now after,
Come back as rockers, as legends, not rappers,
And shine!

I longed for the bands oh-so-good,
Not quite Van Hal-oon [Halen, of course]
Quite not you, Davey Diamond
Listen to radio [2 syllables] at night,
Something is not so right.
This music made me cry, man.
Well rap wore out it's welcome,
And metal's decision, was not the greatest thing.
I am a craver, of what I'm missin',
I want a rocker, a fighter, a visioner,
To shine!





Welcome to the Machine:
Destroying My Machine-

Hate this music, destroying my machine.
Where has rock been?
Yes, all night heard nothing but rap.
We have crossed the fine line, of being fine.
Providing our noise instead of Beach Boys.

Threw out you guitar and punished us all.
And you ditched old school.
Yes, and now your music's no cool.
So I des-trooooooooy my machine.

Hate this music, destroying my machine.
Fulfill my dream.
Yes, all night is always when I dream.
I dream of a rock star, who still kept his guitar.
He always ate out of a jar.
But that's irrelevant so far.
"til then, deeeeeeestroy, my machine.





Have a Cigar:
Hear a guitar-

Come and hear, dear boy, hear the guitar.
It once went so far (my my)
It's never gonna fly,
You are going to hear rap for your whole entire life
"cause they all love it.
For rap I've never had respect.
And I like my rock most dearly.
Yes, rock it just fantastic,
And to me, rap just plain stinks.
And Puff Daddy, he must reek.
And if I want to not feel any pain, boy,
I shouldn't listen to the rap thaaaang.

Rock's just knocked out.
Metal's basic-ly just shout.
A rock album has to come out,
We need to please the people,
Or else ev-ryone will surely pout.
Everything is emo today.
Go look at the chart.
It's about time I start,
To write about a different subject than
What I've been writing about.
But if I want to not feel any pain, boy,
I shouldn't listen to the rap thang.




Wish you Were Here:
Wish They Were Here-

So, so you think you can tell,
Musical hell,
Good stuff from plain.
Can you tell nu-metal
From New wave-neo?
A scream from a wail?
So you think that you know.

Did they get rid of all,
Your heroes for those?
Those singers who scream?
They don't do it for, me.
No vocalist range.
And did they replace all those nice, cool balllllads
For those dumb sooooongs filled with rage?

How I wish, all those bands still were here.
They're just old memories you always think of,
Year after year.
How I wish, they were basic ground.
What have we found? Old rap I fear.
Wish they were here.




Shine on you Crazy Diamond VI-IX:
Listen to Those Old Diamonds-

Now we're at the summary,
Now listen to me.
Listen to thooooose old diamonds.
Listen to record players,
and I'll be joining you there.
Right on, their lazy rhymin'.
And we'll trash all the albums
of the today's mind junk
And sail on the real deal.
Come on, we'll all smile,
Like we're all sad losers,
Come on you, smile for musical fun, and smile!