The Linda Brady Revival
DEEP BRAIN STIMULATOR
The Lyrics
Shut You She won’t be shut up by you Or anybody else She's braver than you She’ll risk it herself She won’t be shut up by you And she will never shut you She won't be shut up by you You used the gift of speech To say what you want Then pulled it from her reach She won't be shut up by you And she will never shut you. She can’t be tricked She won’t be fooled She'll contradict She won’t be schooled She won't be shut up by Your blah blah ballyhoo. Shut you. She won’t be shut up by you She's braver than me She'll listen to your view Don't force her to agree She won’t be shut up by you She’ll agree if it's true. Her account is always closed So please dismount You’ve been deposed She won't be shut up by Your blah blah ballyhoo Shut you. I've heard you say how violent she is While you’re punching her in the face And I've heard you bark that she's just a dog That you think you can put in her place She won’t be shut up by you Or any of your friends In the past you've shut a few They always made amends But she won’t be shut up by you: And she will never shut you. She won’t forbid Your senseless talk Mess with her kid She’s gonna squawk She won't be shut up by Your blah blah ballyhoo. Shut you. She won’t be shut up by you Or anybody else She’s braver than me She’ll risk it herself She won’t be silenced by you She’ll say whatever is true She won’t be silenced by anyone like you She won’t be shut up by anyone. Written by Linda Brady © 2024 Heretofore Songs
Build Something Stop defacing Stop dehumanizing Stop demonizing Stop dismantling everything Build something. Build something. Stop repudiating Stop devastating Stop storming buildings Stop renouncing everything Build something. You tear down gravity What goes in its place What will you destroy When you’re floating up in space? Stop obliterating Stop deconstructing Stop ostracizing Stop dismantling everything Build something You tear down gravity What goes in its place What will you destroy When everything’s erased? Stop pontificating Stop separating Stop condescending Stop bulldozing everything Declaring yourself the new king Scapegoating, name calling, yelling and screaming, You speak words so harsh and yet still have no meaning— Stop. Build something. Build something Build something Build something good. Written by Linda Brady © 2024 Heretofore Songs
Yes Man You think you're brave You're your biggest fan What happened to you, man? Over and over, giving the speech Oh please, I guess you gotta preach Now you are just another yes man You’re not the maker of your own plans Now you are just another yes man Do they tell you that you don’t cut it? Tell me the truth, you might learn to love it. You say the words that they want to hear No surprises, dear Over and over, no sacrifice Oh boy, I guess you got it nice. Now you are just another yes man You’re not the maker of your own plans Now you are just another yes man Do they tell you that you don’t cut it? Tell me the truth, you might learn to love it. Don’t be a bootlicker, A big bumper sticker You pay no price for thinking their thoughts. Just think what you’d save if you would be brave You’re a rebel without a cost. Are you selling shoes? Are you selling you? Are you selling anything? I remember when you spoke back then Everyone was listening… Now you are just another yes man You’re not the maker of your own plans Now you are just another yes man Do they tell you that you don’t cut it? Tell me the truth, you might learn to love it. Tell me the truth, you might learn to love it. Tell me the truth, you might. Written by Linda Brady © 2024 Heretofore Songs
Cary Grant You need a man like Cary Grant An in-the-flesh intoxicant Significant stimulant You need a man like Cary Grant You’re always left with a heart fracture You get hurt cause you’re a jerk attractor Why do you only make do? Like the bishop’s wife The heavens might send an angel to you You want a man like Cary Grant An in-the-flesh intoxicant Significant stimulant You want a man like Cary Grant Cary Grant Cary Grant You gotta be good to yourself Cause no one else is gonna do it What you are you attract So you better act Like you’ve been underpaid And this is no charade You set your sights down in the dark gutter You took the bread and did without the butter Next time you gotta do better No more placing stupid bets on affairs to forget…this one you will remember You want a man like Cary Grant An in-the-flesh intoxicant Significant stimulant You want a man, you want a man , you want a man… Written by Linda Brady © 2024 Heretofore Songs
1987 Dictionary I got a big, super big, ultra big, mondo big 1987 dictionary I got a big, super big, ultra big, mondo big 1987 dictionary My dictionary and me we go together Like speech and free I don’t care how old my dictionary is It don’t lie to me My dictionary and me we go together Like love and truth You won't smash the glass from the past out like it’s an old phone booth It won’t change the meanings of simple words Its got pictures and colors too I see the words here in black and white So don’t tell me red is blue It’s got two-thousand, four hundred sixty-six pages That can’t be adjusted I better hide my big honkin’ dictionary In case I get busted. Sometimes I get the urge to change the meanings of inconvenient words I turn love into lust and open into shut And fourths into thirds and fish into birds and whos into whats. I got a big, super big, ultra big, mondo big 1987 dictionary. Written by Linda Brady© 2024 Heretofore Songs
SSV Oh my friend The voice that you hear in your head Will not disappear No matter how many people you make Say the words that you want them to say No matter how many cheer you on You can’t still that voice. Oh my friend The voice that you hear in your head Will not evaporate No matter how many bullies hurt you And I know that they did 'cause they hurt me too No matter how much retribution you get You can’t still that voice You will still hear the still small voice, Still small voice Come home, come home, You who are weary, come home Oh my friend You may think that I don’t understand That I’ve never been shoulder-deep in the quicksand That I can’t comprehend what the darkness demands…but I do And I know that you can’t still that voice You will still hear the still small voice, Still small voice Come home, come home, You who are weary, come home; Oh my friend The voice that you hear in your head Will not fade away No matter how many millions you move There will always be someone who doesn’t approve No matter how many you put the lid on And even when they’re gone And you are all alone You will still hear the still small voice, still small voice, still small voice… Written by Linda Brady © 2024 Heretofore Songs
It’s a Good Day Life was so cloudy All gloom around me Always walking into darkness But the clouds parted And it’s a good day And when I look back I see the whole track And you were there through every valley And each blind alley Now it’s a good day VERSE 1 I was bereft Death after death But now I can see The handwoven tapestry Life was so ugly Some days were doubly I never knew just what would hit me But you were with me And it’s a good day Walking the plank I nearly sank But you dove in deep And pulled me from misery I acted badly You loved me madly That’s the story of the ages You turned the pages Now it’s a good day Long night, no light Now you shine bright Life was so cloudy All gloom around me I never knew just what would hit me But you were with me And it’s a good day You were there and helped me see You pulled me from my misery I acted badly You loved me madly That’s the story of the ages You turned the pages Now it’s a good day It's a good day It's a good day Written by Linda Brady & Jeff Murphy © 2024 Heretofore Songs & Nerk Twons
The Barkers I catch my reflection And I see that I’m one… Welcome to the old circus that's become the new churches When the buzzards surround you, you know your past has resurfaced. Righteous self-seekers, they’re the carny’s fire-eaters They identify as gods, and you will be a believer. They’re perpetually offended by the ancient and the dead By what you just said; Darnay, it's off with your head. They’re using your wages to rip out the pages To topple the statues and pour concrete on the ages Clowns spinning tectonic plates Purposely causing earthquakes And you - you better applaud ‘Cause everything shakes when everyone's God. They know just what you meant—they’re the establishment They got their new patriarchy, like a confused convent Like a parrot or a jukebox, they sing a tune so orthodox That sounds like a hush-hush, and spreads like the small pox Clowns spinning tectonic plates Barking their orders at the gates There’s no truth, so they cannot be frauds We all handle snakes when everyone's God. When you give in, you won't be forgiven But no one’s risen in this religion You’re the pigeon who caused division If you ask questions like “why” “I know you are but what am I?” they explain But it’s just a birth pain. Once they called for impeaching at the old free-speech teach-in Now there's no speech near the big top except fundamentalists preaching their old counterculture myth—that's counterculture counterfeit And words change like seasons While truth’s a hieroglyph. The kids are in detention. No one wants them to mention that the king is buck naked and they don’t want his attentions. Get a soul amputation so they’ll bless your fixations; When you toss ‘em in the fire, you get a standing ovation. Clowns spinning tectonic plates Storming the capital gates As if it were just a façade Not one good candidate when everyone's God. Will you recite it if you can't fight it? Will you restate it whenever they update it? Celebrate it or be annihilated? If you ask questions like “who?” “Get the hell out of our pew,” they explain. It's just another birth pain. If you get belief suspension in their new faith convention, with some re-education they’ll let you keep half your pension. The bluebloods are equipped; Greengrocer’s tight-lipped. The brownshirts have the blacklist and the red scare switch flipped Clowns spinning tectonic plates Wherever the nude king dictates And you – you better applaud It’s a moving home plate when everyone's God. Will you be a martyr when they outsmart her? Will you protect her when they out-sex her? Will you embrace her while they erase her? If you ask questions like “how?” “We are holier than thou,” they explain. It’s just another birth pain They hate the old-time religion cause it was shoved right down their throats; It got into their business and wouldn't leave them alone. That puritanical conviction that judged and abhorred them But they shame and they shun as much as any before them And they're all fused as one single person, the sum That I see in the mirror in this endless rerun Open your eyes Please do be wise To the father of lies. Written by Linda Brady © 2024 Heretofore Songs
Crash Don't let me crash I'll go anywhere but there I'll take whatever it takes Please let it pass Don't let me crash I pray, not too often Not often enough When I crumble in contrition I need what you offer If you’ll only let up This feeling demolition Don't let me crash I'll go anywhere but there I'll take whatever it takes Please let this pass Don't let me crash. I promise to be faithful to you You've loved me so kindly Either way I'm a slave To myself or to you Would you renew my mind please? Don't let me crash I'll go anywhere but there I'll take whatever it takes Please let this pass Don't let me crash. I will sit in the quiet And listen to the sound I’ll refuse to bow down When the decree comes round I will walk in the fire I will resist the liar I will sing a new song when you pull me from the mire I ask very humbly For a heart full of joy I am ready, ready I’ll trade in isolation I will tug at your voice I am holding on steady Don't let me crash I'll go anywhere but there I'll take whatever it takes Please let this pass Don't let me crash. I will learn how to wait As long as it takes As long as you stay And don’t throw me away I won’t turn adrift Or get lost in the mist I will sing a new song When I learn how to exist… Don't let me crash I'll go anywhere but there I'll take whatever it takes Please let this pass Don't let me crash Don't let me crash. Written by Linda Brady © 2024 Heretofore Songs
Up the Incline She marched her way up Powell St Racing the cable car with her bone-crunched feet She felt her ankle twist And tightened up her fist She braced herself for incline Steamrolled in the race by the Muni line She thought…"Uphill's so tough in heels” Three square meals, curb appeal, bad deals, this is how it feels Ooh, ooh, I love high hills What a steal I love high heels She saw London, she saw France She knew the journey up this hill was not only happenstance In her suit and pumps and hose Hears the cracking of her toes Keeping the kids in Cheerios Ooh, ooh, I love high hills What a steal I love high heels Up in the morning And she’s gonna take that pill She’s in the army And she’s gonna take that hill There is where her future lies Up the hill’s the next big prize It’s on to greener pastures And other meaningless disasters You’ll see her climbing up that hill Immobilized by her own free will. Ooh, ooh, I love high heels Let’s make a deal. Written by Linda Brady© 2024 Heretofore Songs
Lizzy Use Your Head Lizzy, you’re not a nuisance You’re standing in your own way You didn't ask for my two cents But I’ll give them anyway So you’re left all by yourself Become resourceful You’re in a weakened state So be forceful instead, feelings can tell you lies Use your head. Lizzy, you’re not in prison Except for your homemade chains Emotion's been short on wisdom It is time to use your brain Why don’t you take your own advice? You’ve got to stop being nice, so nice, so nice You’re not the Sacrifice. Lizzy, your mind is beautiful Don’t feel like someone’s burden Stop acting so damn dutiful To everyone that’s hurting Who are you subverting? Yourself. So you’re left all by yourself Become resourceful You’re in a weakened state So be forceful instead--feelings are telling lies Feelings are telling you those lies Stop listening to those lies--- Use your head. Written by Linda Brady © 2024 Heretofore Songs
Same Wolf I don’t have to tremble I don’t have to stumble Even without trouble It’s still coming around It’s still coming around Even if I medicate Even if they operate Even if I'm feeling great It’s still coming around It’s still coming around They’ve given me a date of expiration Hit me with some of that deep brain stimulation Cause it’s the same wolf howling at my door It just looks different than it did before Even if I choose it Even if I accuse it Even if I refuse it It won’t be refused, and no matter what I do It’s still coming around It’s a wide-awake-can-you-dig-that-excavation Hit me with some of that deep brain stimulation Cause it’s the same wolf howling at my door It just looks different than it did before Even if I drama queen Even if I dopamine Even if I fall and shake Please don’t even blink I’m stronger than you think I told you that it’s alright cause I’m still coming around I’m still coming around Coming around Coming around Coming around. Written by Linda Brady © 2024 Heretofore Songs
