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03-09-04, 01:34 AM | #61 |
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MACHINE GUN - JIMI Hendrix and the Band of Gypsies
Machine gun
Tearing my body all apart Machine gun, yeah Tearing my body all apart Evil man make me kill ya Evil man make you kill me Evil man make me kill you Even though we’re only families apart Well I pick up my axe and fight like a bomber (you know what I mean) Hey! and your bullets keep knocking me down Hey, I pick up my axe and fight like a bomber now Yeah, but you still blast me down to the ground The same way you shoot me down, baby You’ll be going just the same Three times the pain, And your own self to blame Hey, machine gun I ain’t afraid of your mess no more, babe I ain’t afraid no more After a while, your, your cheap talk don’t even cause me pain, So let your bullets fly like rain ’cause I know all the time you’re wrong baby And you’ll be going just the same Yeah, machine gun Tearing my family apart Yeah, yeah, alright Tearing my family apart (don’t you shoot him down) (he’s ’bout to leave here) (don’t you shoot him down) (he’s got to stay here) (he ain’t going nowhere) (he’s been shot down to the ground) (oh where he can’t survive, no, no) Yeah, that’s what we don’t wanna hear anymore, alright? (no bullets) At least here, huh huh (no guns, no bombs) Huh huh (no nothin’, just let’s all live and live) (you know, instead of killin’) May this be Love or just Confusion born out of Frustration wracked Feelings - of not Being able to Make true physical Love to the Universal gypsy queen True, free expressed music Darling guitar please Rest. amen |
03-09-04, 01:37 AM | #62 |
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Richie Havens - Handsome Johnny
Hey, look yonder, tell me what's that you see
Marching to the fields of Concord? It looks like Handsome Johnny with a musket in his hand, Marching to the Concord war, hey marching to the Concord war. Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see Marching to the fields of Gettysburg? It looks like Handsome Johnny with a flintlock in his hand, Marching to the Gettysburg war, hey marching to the Gettysburg war. Hey, look yonder, tell me what's that you see Marching to the fields of Dunkirk? It looks like Handsome Johnny with a carbine in his hand, Marching to the Dunkirk war, hey marching to the Dunkirk war. Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see Marching to the fields of Korea? It looks like Handsome Johnny with an M1 in his hand, Marching to the Korean war, hey marching to the Korean war. Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see Marching to the fields of Vietnam? It looks like Handsome Johnny with an M15, Marching to the Vietnam war, hey marching to the Vietnam war. Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see Marching to the fields of Birmingham? It looks like Handsome Johnny with his hand rolled in a fist, Marching to the Birmingham war, hey marching to the Birmingham war. Hey, it's a long hard road, it's a long hard road, It's a long hard road, before we'll be free. Hey, what's the use of singing this song, some of you are not even listening. Tell me what it is we've got to do: wait for our fields to start glistening, Wait for the bullets to start whistling. Here comes a hydrogen bomb, here comes a guided missile, Here comes a hydrogen bomb: I can almost hear its whistle. |
08-09-04, 05:56 PM | #63 |
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stiltskin - inside
Swing low In a dark glass hour You turn and cower See it turn to dust Move on a sone dark night We take to fight Snowfall turns to rust Seam in a fusing mine Like a nursing rhyme Fat man start to fall Long year in a hostile place I hear your face start to call And if you think That I've been loosing my way That's because I'm slightly blinded And if you think That I don't make too much sense That's because I'm broken minded Don't keep it ... Inside If you believe it Don't keep it all inside Strong words In a ganges sky I have to lie Shadows move in Paris Ring out from a bruised postcard In the shooting yard Looking through the tears Out of the black slate time We move in line But never reach an end Fall in a long stray town As the ice comes round River starts to bend And if you think That I've been loosing my way That's because I'm slightly blinded And if you think That I don't make too much sense That's because I'm broken minded Don't keep it ... Inside If you believe it Don't keep it all inside
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08-09-04, 06:06 PM | #64 |
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Brothers In Arms
These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arm Through these fields of destruction Baptism of fire I've watched all your suffering As the battles raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms There's so many different worlds So many different suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones Now the sun's gone to hell And the moon's riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line on your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms
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