Long-Forgotten Fairytale (2020) - Avalon Emerson

Hand In My Pocket (1995) - Alanis Morissette

I'm broke but I'm happy, I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah
I'm high but I'm grounded, I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful, baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be fine, fine, fine
'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five

I feel drunk but I'm sober, I'm young and I'm underpaid
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah
I care but I'm restless, I'm here but I'm really gone
I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby

What it all comes down to
Is that everything is going to be quite alright
'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette

What it all comes down to
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a peace sign

I'm free but I'm focused, I'm green but I'm wise
I'm hard but I'm friendly, baby
I'm sad but I'm laughing, I'm brave but I'm chicken shit
I'm sick but I'm pretty baby

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano

And what it all comes down to, my friends, yeah
Is that everything is just fine fine fine
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab

The Ballad of Ira Hayes - Johnny Cash

letra de  Peter La Farge

Ira Hayes

Ira Hayes

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey drinking Indian

Or the marine that went to war

Gather 'round me people

There's a story I would tell

'Bout a brave young Indian

You should remember well

From the land of the Pima Indian

A proud and noble band

Who farmed the Phoenix Valley

In Arizona land

Down the ditches a thousand years

The waters grew Ira's peoples' crops

'Til the white man stole their water rights

And the sparkling water stopped

Now, Ira's folks were hungry

And their land grew crops of weeds

When war came, Ira volunteered

And forgot the white man's greed

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey drinking Indian

Or the marine that went to war

There they battled up Iwo Jima hill

Two hundred and fifty men

But only twenty-seven lived

To walk back down again

And when the fight was over

And Old Glory raised

Among the men who held it high

Was the Indian, Ira Hayes

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey drinking Indian

Or the marine that went to war

Ira Hayes returned a hero

Celebrated through the land

He was wined and speeched and honored

Everybody shook his hand

But he was just a Pima Indian

No water, no home, no chance

At home nobody cared what Ira'd done

And when did the Indians dance

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey drinking Indian

Or the marine that went to war

Then Ira started drinking hard

Jail was often his home

They let him raise the flag and lower it

Like you'd throw a dog a bone

He died drunk early one morning

Alone in the land he fought to save

Two inches of water and a lonely ditch

Was a grave for Ira Hayes

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey drinking Indian

Or the marine that went to war

Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes

But his land is just as dry

And his ghost is lying thirsty

In the ditch where Ira died

cena de The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) - Jim Sharman

Dinosaur egg, oh dinosaur egg
When will you hatch?
'Cause I got a million people coming on Friday
And they expect to see a dinosaur, not an egg

Robot slave, oh robot slave
When will you spring to life?
'Cause I got a million people coming on Friday
And I don't expect to serve them drinks myself... myself

My own reflection... oh my own reflection
Do you think anybody else thinks you're quite as handsome as I do?
Probably not 'cause they're not me, and I am biased

Solitude, sweet solitude
When will you, when will you disappear?
Cause you're an acceptable guest sometimes
But you'll not be a long-term friend of mine

My solar body, oh my solar body
When will I join you out of this flesh?
'Cause I am sick and tired of being sick and tired
I'd much rather be a golden ball of light, but still have sex

Tortured spirit, oh tortured spirit
When will you appear?
'Cause I got a million people coming on Friday
And I don't wanna have to scare the shit out of them myself


Dinossaur Egg (2007) - Scout Niblett

Chicken With its Head Cut Off  (1999) - The Magnetic Fields

Eligible, not too stupid
Intelligible and cute as Cupid
Knowledgeable, but not always right
Salvageable and free for the night

Well, my heart's running round
Like a chicken with its head cut off
All around the barnyard
falling in and out of love
Poor thing's blind as a bat
Getting up, falling down, getting up
Who'd fall in love with a chicken with its head cut off?
(Whoa, Nelly)

My wife doesn't understand me
Many dozens hope to land me
I'm for free love, and I'm in free fall
This could be love or nothing at all

Well, my heart's running round
Like a chicken with its head cut off
All around the barnyard 
falling in and out of love
Poor thing's blind as a bat
Getting up, falling down, getting up
Who'd fall in love with a chicken with its head cut off?

We don't have to be stars exploding in the night
Or electric eels under the covers
We don't have to be anything quite so unreal
Let's just be lovers...

Well, my heart's running round
Like a chicken with its head cut off
All around the barnyard 
falling in and out of love
Poor thing's blind as a bat
Getting up, falling down, getting up
Who'd fall in love with a chicken with its head cut off?
(It ain't pretty)