I WON’T PLAY YOUR GAME ANYMORE – with lyrics

I WON’T PLAY YOUR GAME ANYMORE – with lyrics

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I won’t play
Won’t play your game anymore
Knocking on the bankers door
Trying to find my face on the floor
Where your teller wrote my name

It must be
A financial fallacy
That nothing grows from trees
That you’ll ever get what you need
At the five and ten

(bridge)  It’s not you
It’s not your name
It’s not the truth
It’s just a game
Frightened people play

I won’t play
Can’t take your phony disguise
What you hide underneath those eyes
Can you say?

A fire is burning at the break of day
Everything will pass away
Your silk suit
And your pictures from the holidays

I won’t play
I’ve seen it all before
That hungry dog you keep behind your door
Not gonna feed it anymore
There’s just no way

I won’t play
Going to the further shore
Far from the smoldering war
Those restless shadows on the floor
They’ll have to pay

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I won’t play
Won’t play your game anymore
Knocking on the bankers door
Trying to find my face on the floor
Where your teller wrote my name

It must be a financial fallacy
That nothing grows from trees
That you’ll ever get what you need
At the five and ten

It’s no you
It’s not your name
It’s not the truth
It’s just a game
Hungry people play.





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ABOUT WILLIAM G. MILNE

ROVING REPORTER RANTS

MYSTERIES INVESTIGATED, REPORTS ON THE WEIRD AND THE STRANGE,THE SAVAGE AND INANE; STAYING IN THE ZONE,TENNIS, POLITICS, LAW; THE SCHOOL FOR MYSTICS – TOWARDS THE GREAT LIBERATION (FOUNDATION EXPERIENCE), OVERCOMING REPRESSIONS OF ALL KINDS – STORIES FROM THE FEMALE ORGASM CLINIC: REALIZATION, MINDSHOCKS, CROP AND CANE CURES FOR GUILT AND SHAME; HUMOUR WHENEVER POSSIBLE…TO PENETRATE THE THIN MEMBRANE INTO THE EXISTENCE OF A DEEPER AND MORE AMAZING REALITY AND REPORT BACK TO YOU.

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As years go by, there are more and more things I find not to do. Silence is  essential, and loud music from time to time.
Born in North Bay, Ontario, I grew up in Jamaica, West Indies, in the Parish of St. Ann. Now back up north,  spend time in hut  on cliff top, paddling a light canoe, when available

I’m going to do some singing on stage again, name – John Rock and the Angels  put out a CD called, “It;s So Serious!” Have to re-master. Now doing CD “Wild Kingdom – A Johnny Rock Retrospective” (double disc)I’m learning how to digitize hundreds of live performance tapes.

My primary concern at the moment is
including videos for my, “Songs That Cook” feature. And sprucing up recordings from my stage performances, so I can list musicians playing on each track, some of whom have died or gone crazy. Working with various John Rock bands can be mad fun and stressful.
Hell, life is stressful. Being an animal in the forest is stressful. Singing and playing rhythms on stage with a group of talented people, that’s a joy. When the music becomes one with the audience, that’s an even greater joy – that’s damn close to heaven on earth.
I’m working with over ten diffferent manuscripts – parts of some of them are on amazon.com/kindle and ebooks. These books tend to be serials with chapters being added as I write them.
I write erotic and fetish literature as Walker Ballantine (none published so far but coming soon)…Wait! “Stories From The Female Orgasm Clinic” is a Tumblr blog.
I write spiritual and realization (foundation experience) tracts – some are published on amazon.com
under the title, “Most Ancient Gospel Found Anew, The Second Coming of Christ;
I think some people think I’m a freak because I
have had experiences that convinced me that the One Who Is Creating Us is conscious.
I write “WAIT-A-BIT! Tales of Isolation and Panic. Moonshine Sketches of a Pickled Town” These are stories about the north that I find funny.
There’s nothing funnier than seeing a man
kicking something in the throes of a tantrum… or the moment he realizes he’s screwed because he’s landed in the middle of the wilderness -nowhere –
and he can’t get out and he’s hearing tales of animal attacks.
And I write plenty more, for example, my
Blogger blogs. One of my favourites is “The Whip and the Cross” which speaks of the split between the spirit and the flesh in the human psyche.
O.K. Now I’m starting to bore myself
and I’m probably boring you also. So for now,
enough is enough!

Check out my blog at zappadat.blogspot. com,
” Roving Reporter Rants”

Nag Hammadi Gospels, Books, amazon.com/author/williammilne. Humor when possible,School for Mystics, curing psycho-sexual repressions, discussing political oppressions, law, tennis psychologist, liberation and hangover cures.
“I hope my angel will not come a fiend, as fiends so often rise in love affairs.”   William Shakepeare

also  Walker Ballantine’s Facebook Timeline, jjwilliejohn at twitter.com.
“The definition of madness is loss of a sense of humour.” Hunter S. Thompson