Hype! Lyrics Thread

[Gandalf]

Pearl Jam is awesome I got into there stuff a few years back and I"m still a fan.

 

[DBella]

Pearl Jam is awesome I got into there stuff a few years back and I"m still a fan.

Have you heard their latest single? I'm not feeling it.

 

[Gandalf]

I have yet to hear there new stuff, I may be fan but I usually find stuff through word of mouth or if I go to my local music shop...but I haven't been there in ages

 

[DBella]

I have yet to hear there new stuff, I may be fan but I usually find stuff through word of mouth or if I go to my local music shop...but I haven't been there in ages

They are releasing their new CD soon. I think next month or May. I've only heard the new single once and didn't like it. Maybe it needs getting used to.

 

[Istari Wizard]

They are releasing their new CD soon. I think next month or May. I've only heard the new single once and didn't like it. Maybe it needs getting used to.

I guess for some musicians its just hard to keep releasing new albums to make it seem fresh and stuff I mean look at Metallica. There early work was just amazing now...eh

 

[DBella]

I guess for some musicians its just hard to keep releasing new albums to make it seem fresh and stuff I mean look at Metallica. There early work was just amazing now...eh

I think they would've been better off sticking to their old formula.

 

[Cmill216]

Fort Minor - "Kenji"

My father came from Japan in 1905
He was 15 when he immigrated from Japan
He, he... he worked until he was able to buy this patch
And build a store...

Let me tell you the story in the form of a dream
I don't know why I have to tell it but I know what it means
Close your eyes, just picture the scene
As I paint it for you
It was World War II when this man named Kenji woke up
Ken was not a soldier
He was just a man with a family who owned a store in LA
That day
He crawled out of bed like he always did,
Bacon and eggs with wife and kids
He lived on the second floor of a little store he ran
He moved to LA from Japan
They called him "Immigrant"
In Japanese, he'd say he was called "Issei"
That meant "First Generation In The United States", when
Everybody was afraid of the Germans, afraid of the Japs
But most of all afraid of a homeland attack
And that morning when Ken went out on the doormat
His world went black, 'cause,

Right there; front page news
Three weeks before 1942
"Pearl Harbour's Been Bombed And The Japs Are Comin',"
Pictures of soldiers dyin' and runnin',
Ken knew what it would lead to,
Just like he guessed, the President said,
"The evil Japanese in our home country will be locked away,"
They gave Ken, a couple of days,
To get his whole life packed in two bags,
Just two bags, couldn't even pack his clothes,
Some folks didn't even have a suitcase, to pack anything in,
So two trash bags was all they gave them,
When the kids asked mom "Where are we goin'?"
Nobody even knew what to say to them,
Ken didn't wanna lie, he said "The US is lookin' for spies,
So we have to live in a place called Manzanar,
Where a lot of Japanese people are,"
Stop it, don't look at the gunmen,
You don't wanna get the soldiers wonderin',
If you gonna run or not,
'Cause if you run then you might get shot,
Other than that try not to think about it,
Try not to worry 'bout it bein' so crowded,
Someday we'll get out, someday, someday.

As soon as war broke out
The G.I came and they just come to the house and
"You have to come"
"All the Japanese have to go"
They took Mr. Lee
People didn't understand
Why did they have to take him?
Because he's an innocent labourer

So now they're in a town with soldiers surroundin' them,
Every day, every night look down at them,
From watch towers up on the wall,
Ken couldn't really hate them at all;
They were just doin' their job and,
He wasn't gonna make any problems,
He had a little garden with vegetables and fruits that,
He gave to the troops in a basket his wife made,
But in the back of his mind, he wanted his family's life saved,
Prisoners of war in their own damn country,
What for?

Time passed in the prison town,
He wanted them to live it down when they were free,
The only way out was joinin' the army,
And supposedly,
Some men went out for the army, signed on,
And ended up flyin' to Japan with a bomb,
That 15 kiloton blast put an end to the war pretty fast,
Two cities were blown to bits; the end of the war came quick,
And Ken got out; big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife,
But, when they got back to their home,
What they saw made them feel so alone,
These people had trashed every room,
Smashed in the windows and bashed in the doors,
Written on the walls and the floor,
"Japs not welcome anymore."
And Kenji dropped both of his bags at his sides and just stood outside,
He, looked at his wife without words to say,
She looked back at him wiped the tears away,
And, said "Someday we'll be okay, someday,"
Now the names have been changed, but the story's true,
My family was locked up back in '42,
My family was there when it was dark and damp,
And they called it an internment camp.

When we first got back from camp... uhh
It was... pretty... pretty bad

I, I remember my husband said
"Are we gonna stay 'til last?"
Then my husband died before they close the camp.

 

[LastSunrise1981]

Eyes of A Stranger performed by Queensryche

All alone now except for the memories
Of what we had and what we knew
Everytime I try to leave it behind me, I see something that reminds me of you
Every night the dreams return to haunt me
Your rosary wrapped around your throat
I lie awake and sweat afraid to fall asleep at night
I see your face looking back at me

Looking back at me

And I raise my head and stare
Into the Eyes of a Stranger
I've always known that the mirror never lies
People always turn away from the Eyes of a Stranger
Afraid to know what lies behind the stare

Is this all that's left of my life before me?
Straight jacket sedative highs
No happy ending like they've always promised
There's got to be something left for me

And I raise my head and stare
Into the Eyes of a Stranger
I've always known that the mirror never lies
People always turn away from the Eyes of a Stranger
Afraid to know what lies behind the stare

Lies behind my stare

How many times must I live this tragedy?
How many more lies will they tell me?
All I want is the same as everyone

Why am I here?
And for how long?

And I raise my head and stare
Into the Eyes of a Stranger
I've always known that the mirror never lies
People always turn away from the Eyes of a Stranger
Afraid to know what lies behind the stare

 

[Superman79]

"Baba O'Reilly" - The Who

Out here in the fields
I fought for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

Sally, take my hand
Travel south cross land
Put out the fire
And don't look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get together
Before we get much older

Teenage wasteland
It's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
Oh, yeah
Teenage wasteland
They're all wasted!

One of the BEST songs to put you in a good mood ever!!! Crank it up with the windows down!!

 

[Maxwell Smart]

Cocaine

Hey mama come on the run, the cocaine got me on the sun
cocaine, around the brain
Hey babe please come soon, the cocaine got me on the moon
cocaine, around the brain

Woke up this morning about 2 am the cocaine got me on again
Cocaine, around the brain

I Woke up this morning it was half past two nobody here but cocaine and you
cocaine, around the brain
I woke up this morning it was half past three, nobody here but cocaine and me
cocaine, around the brain

Here comes a little lady all dressed in red, cocaine got her by the head
cocaine, around the brain

I woke up this morning half past four there was cocaine poundin up and down the floor
cocaine, around the brain
I woke up this morning half past five there was cocaine yellin' "dead or alive!"
cocaine, around the brain

Here come a little lady all dressed in green, prettiest woman i ever seen
Cocaine, around the brain
Well I walked up fifth, baby, turned down main, lookin for place that sold cocaine
cocaine, around the brain
There's a sign in the window "It ain't no joke, the sign on the counter said no more coke"
Cocaine, around the brain

Here comes a little lady dressed in blue, tell me baby what you gonna do
cocaine, around the brain
Here comes a little lady all dressed in white, tell me baby will you stay all night
cocaine, around the brain

I got a head full of whiskey, belly full of gin
doctor say it kill me but he don't say when
cocaine, around the brain

hey baby come on the run, the cocaine got me on the sun
cocaine, around the brain
oh baby please come quick, cause cocaine got me whew so sick
cocaine, all around the brain

This is as performed by Tom Rush, but I think this version might actually have been written by Robert Johnson.

 

[Wilhelm-Scream]

HERE IS MY FAVORITE PART OF A QUEENSRYCHE SONG:

oh, lame. No one includes the educational voice-over from "Empire" in the lyrics.
Where the guy says "By way of comparison..." and lists all of these facts, figures and statistics about governmental spending.

 

[JLBats]

Salt Peanuts

By Charlie Parker and Dizzie Gillespie

Salt Peanuts
Salt Peanuts
Salt Peanuts

Salt Peanuts
Salt Peanuts
Salt Peanuts

Salt Peanuts
Salt Peanuts
Salt Peanuts

Salt Peanuts
Salt Peanuts
Salt Peanuts

Salt Peanuts
Salt Peanuts
Salt Peanuts

Salt Peanuts
Salt Peanuts
Salt Peanuts

 

[Wilhelm-Scream]

Th^t's like "Don't Sit Down" by David Bowie:

Don't Sit Down
Don't Sit Down

Don't Sit Down
Don't Sit Down

Don't Sit Down
Don't Sit Down

 

[Maxwell Smart]

This is another song performed by Tom Rush, but I don't know who wrote it

Stackerlee

Now you talk about your gamblers, ya oughta seen ol' Richard Lee
he bet a thousand dollars boys, and come out on a three
You lose your money, learn to lose

Now Stackerlee and Billy was gambling late at night when Stackerlee and Billy Lyons they had an awful fight
lose your money, learn to lose

Stackerlee said to Billy "I can't let you go with that, you done won my money you can't have my stetson hat"
Lose your money, learn to lose

Stackerlee went runnin', all up that northern track, he said "I ain't gonna kill ya but don't be here when I get back"
Lose your money, learn to lose

Now Stackerlee came runnin', in the red hot broilin' sun, he said "reach down in the drawer Roberta and give me my 41"
Lose your money, learn to lose

Stackerlee a come runnin' and he stood in the barroom door,
There was ol' Billy Lyons pacin' up and down the floor
Lose your money, learn to lose
Lord, a woman come runnin' and she fell down on her knees,
She was cryin' "ol mr.Stackerlee don't ya shoot my brother please"
Lose your money, learn to lose

Now Stackerlee shot Billy, he shot him four five times, shot down the po'boy
Just to see him die
Lose your money, learn to lose

Well the Judge he told the Sheriff, he said "get him dead or alive..but how the hell can we bring him in when he carries a 45?"
Lose your money, learn to lose

And ol' Mrs.Lyons said "I don't believe it so, you and Billy been friends since such a very long time ago"
Lose your money, learn to lose

Roberta said to Stackerlee "you look all outta breath, looks like you might been the cause of some po'boy's death"
Lose your money, learn to lose

And Stackerlee said "Roberta, don't the sky look mean and gray? I believe to my soul, might be my judgement day"
Lose your money, learn to lose

Stackerlee went up to heaven, and saw St.Peter there
St.Peter said "go back the other way we don't allow no gamblers here"
Lose your money, learn to lose

And Stackerlee said to the Devil, "get back up on your shelf, my name is Stackerlee and I'm gonna run this place myself"
Lose your money, learn to lose

and the Devil's little children, they went scramblin' up the wall
they said "Take him back, daddy, before he murders us all"
Lose your money, learn to lose

You talk about your gamblers, ya oughtta seen ol' Richard Lee
He bet a thousand dollars, boys, and come out on a three
Lose your money, learn to lose

And if you lose your money, learn to lose


Both this song and "Cocaine" are off a wonderful LP by Tom Rush called "Blues, Songs and Ballads". Here is another couple of songs off it I really like. This first one is called "Baby Please Don't Go".

Baby Please Don't Go

Now baby please don't go
Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go back, to New Orleans, know that'd hurt me so
Baby please don't go

Oh you know your man done gone
Yes you know your man done gone
Know your man done gone back to, county farm, got a long chain on
Baby please don't go

Now don't ya call my name
Don't ya call my name
Don't ya call my name, ya got, way down here, ball and chain
Baby please don't go

Ah you turn your lamp down low
Now turn your lamp down low
Turn your lamp down low and baby,
please don't go, you know i love you so
Baby please don't go

Now, baby please don't go
Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go back, to New Orleans, know that'd hurt me so
Baby please dont go(please don't go)

That's just a short little song, but I like it.^

Here's another called "Drop Down Mama":

Drop Down Mama

Now you drop down mama, let your daddy see
you've got somethin' baby, keeps on worryin' me
My mama don't allow me to fool around late at night
She said "you may be too young, some woman might not treat you right"

Well now, the Jack of Diamond told the Queen of Spade,
"come on baby, start your creepin ways"
But my mama don't allow me to fool around late at night,
She said "you may be too young, some woman might not treat you right"

You get away from my window, stop scratchin' on my screen
You're an evil woman, I know just what you mean
My mama don't allow me when I fool around all night long
She said "you may be too young, some woman might treat you wrong"

If you see me comin', throw your man outdoors
I ain't no stranger, I been here before
My mama don't allow me, to fool around late at night
She said "ya may be too young, some woman might not treat you right"

Well I got me three women, on the same old road
One does my cookin', one my washin' and one pays my room and board
My mama don't allow me, to fool around all night long
She said "you may be too young, some woman might..she might treat ya wrong"

Oh you can take my little woman, you sure can't keep her long
I got a new way of lovin', New York men just can't catch on
But my mama don't allow me to mess around all night long
She said "You may be too young, some woman might not treat ya right"

Now you drop down mama
Let your daddy see
You got somethin' babe keep on worryin' me
But my mama don't allow me,
to mess around late at night
She said "you may be too young, some woman might not..she might..might now...treat you right"

 

[JLBats]

Tombstone Blues

Bob Dylan

The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they're trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
But the town has no need to be nervous

The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun she violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming she moans, "I've just been made"
Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"

Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, it's not poison"

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"

The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken"

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle

Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps
With a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his uncle

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter

Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks home and the college

Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

 

[JLBats]

God Part II

U2

Don't believe the devil
I don't believe his book
But the truth is not the same
Without the lies he made up

Don't believe in excess
Success is to give
Don't believe in riches
But you should see where I live
I...I believe in love

Don't believe in forced entry
Don't believe in rape
But every time she passes by
Wild thoughts escape
I don't believe in death row
Skid row or the gangs
Don't believe in the Uzi
It just went off in my hand
I...I believe in love

Don't believe in cocaine
Got a speed-ball in my head
I could cut and crack you open
Do you hear what I said
Don't believe them when they tell me
There ain't no cure
The rich stay healthy
The sick stay poor
I...I believe in love

Don't believe in Goldman
His type like a curse
Instant karma's going to get him
If I don't get him first
Don't believe in rock 'n' roll
Can really change the world
As it spins in revolution
It spirals and turns
I...I believe in love

Don't believe in the 60's
The golden age of pop
You glorify the past
When the future dries up
Heard a singer on the radio late last night
He says he's gonna kick the darkness
'til it bleeds daylight
I...I believe in love

I feel like I'm falling
Like I'm spinning on a wheel
It always stops beside of me
With a presence I can feel
I...I believe in love

 

[The Chairman]

"Old Friends / Bookends" - Simon & Garfunkel

Words & music by paul simon

Old friends,
Old friends
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends.
A newspaper blown though the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Of the old friends.

Old friends,
Winter companions,
The old men
Lost in their overcoats,
Waiting for the sunset.
The sounds of the city,
Sifting through trees,
Settle like dust
On the shoulders
Of the old friends.

Can you imagine us
Years from today,
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange
To be seventy.
Old friends,
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears

Time it was and what a time it was it was,
A time of innocence a time of confidences.

Long ago it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they’re all that’s left you

 

[The Chairman]

"America" - Simon & Garfunkel

"Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag"
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
And walked off to look for America

"Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now"
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've come to look for America

Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said "Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera"

"Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat"
"We smoked the last one an hour ago"
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field

"Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping
"I'm empty and aching and I don't know why"
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come to look for America
All come to look for America
All come to look for America

 

[redmarvel]

(We're using this song as a theme in our department at the moment)

Frantics Lyrics - Boot To The Head Lyrics

PART I : THE LESSON


MASTER: Approach student, close the circle at the feet of the master. You have come to me asking that I be your guide along the path of Tae Kwon Leap. But, be warned: To learn its ways, you must learn the ways of your own soul. Let us meditate on this wisdom now. So: Ohhhhmmmmm...

EG: Uh, sir! Sir! (Oo!, Oo!) Sir!

MASTER: Who disturbs our meditation, as a pebble disturbs the stillness of the pond?

EG: Me! Ed Gruberman!

MASTER: E-Ed Gruberman.

EG: Yeah, uh, no disrespect or nuthin', but, uh, how long is this gonna take?

MASTER: Tae Kwon Leap is not a path to a door, but a road leading forever towards the horizon.

EG: So like, what, an hour or so?

MASTER: No, no, we have not even begun upon the path. Ed Gruberman, you must learn patience.

EG: Yeah yeah yeah, patience. How long will that take?

MASTER: Time has no meaning. To a true student, a year is as a day.

EG: A YEAR??? I wanna beat people up right now! I got the pajamas! Yah yah yah hwoom!

MASTER: 'Beat people up'...

EG: Yeah! Just show me all those nifty moves so I can start trashing bozos! That's all I came here for! YO ASTA STA STA!!! Pretty good, ey?

MASTER: The only use of Tae Kwon Leap is self-defense. Do you know who said that? Ki Lo Ni, the great teacher.

EG: Yeah? Well the best defense is a good offense, you know who said that? Mel, the cook on 'Alice'.

MASTER: Tae Kwon Leap is the wine of purity, not the vinegar of
hostility. Meditate upon this truth with us. Ohmmmmmm.....

EG: Listen, shrimp! Now are you gonna show me some fancy moves, or am I gonna start wipin' the walls with you?

MASTER: Ed Gruberman, you fail to grasp Tae Kwon Leap. Approach me that you might see.

EG: All right! Finally some action!

MASTER: Observe closely, class. Boot to the Head! (SH-ZOOMP!)

EG (drunkenly): Owww! You booted me in the head!

MASTER: You are lucky, Ed Gruberman. Few novices experience so much of Tae Kwon Leap so soon.

EG (quietly, to himself): Ow, oh, my head!

MASTER: Now we continue. Ohhhmmmmm...

EG: Hey! I wasn't ready! Come and get me now shorty, hah? Come on, are ya chicken?

MASTER: Boot to the head! (SH-ZOOMP!)

EG (again, drunkenly): Oww! Okay, now I'm ready, okay, now, come on, try it now.

MASTER: Boot to the head! (SH-ZOOMP!)

EG: Mind if I just lie down here for a minute?

MASTER: Now class, we shall return to our..

STUDENT2: Master?

MASTER: It is wrong to tip the vessel of knowledge, student.

STUDENT2: Many apologies, master. But I feel Ed Gruberman is not wholly wrong.

MASTER: What do you mean?

STUDENT2: I want to boot some head, too.

MASTER: Have you learned nothing from the lesson of Ed Gruberman?

STUDENT2: Yes, master. I have learned two things. First, that anger is a weapon only to one's opponent.

MASTER: Very good.

STUDENT2: And secondly, get in the first shot. Boot to the head. (SH-ZOOMP!)

MASTER: You missed.

STUDENT2: Yeah. Well...

MASTER: You too shall be honored to learn a lesson...

STUDENT2: You don't have to, you know. I gotta be going...

MASTER: Boot to the head! (SH-ZOOMP!)

STUDENT2 (agonizing pain): Oyyy oy oyyyy.... Oh....

MASTER: Can anyone tell us what lesson has been learned here?

STUDENT3: Yes, master. Not a single one of us could defeat you.

MASTER: You gain wisdom, child.

STUDENT3: So we'll hafta gang up on ya! Get 'im guys!

(Master throws many Boot-to-the-head's and SH-ZOOMP's, and people are groaning in pain)

MASTER: And now class, let us rejoin the mind to the body and gaze into the heart of the candle of meditation.

UNISON: Ohhhmmmm....

MASTER: Very good, class.



PART II : THE SONG


Yi yi yai yi....

People talking in movie shows,
People smoking in bed!
People voting Republican,
Give them a boot to the head!

Boot to the Head! Yah, yah...
Boot to the Head! Yah, yah...
Boot to the Head! Yah, yah...
Boot to the Head! Yah yah yah.. yah. yah yah yah...

Mechanics who can't fix a car,
Politicians who can't think!
The salesman who won't leave me alone,
The waiter who forgot my drink!

(Refrain)
Boot to the head! Yah, yah..
Boot to the head! Yah, yah..
Boot to the head! Yah, yah..
BOOT TO THE HEAD

 

[The Chairman]

"The Hurricane" - Bob Dylan

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda ***** was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofa***** is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy n*gger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

 

[Addendum]

Opeth - To Rid the Disease

There's nobody here
There's nobody near
I try not to care
Dead eyes always stare
Let these matters be, don't trust what you see
Take hold of your time, step into the line

There's innocence torn from its maker
Stillborn the trust in you
This failure has made the creator
So would you tell him what to do (would you)

Leave your mark upon
The head of someone
Who'll cry for his state
We know it's too late
I turn round to see what was meant to be
Faint movement release to rid the disease

There's innocence torn from its maker
Stillborn the trust in you
(I have lost all trust I had in you)
This failure has made the creator
So would you tell him what to do
(I have lost all trust I had in you)

 

[redmarvel]

The Pussy Cat Song by Connie Vannett


My pussy cat was scratching out on my back door
Scratched so long poor pussy got sore
Sore pussy..ooohhhh
Sore..pussy ooohhh
Just a friendly little cat

My pussy cat was sittin on the front step
Sat so long poor pussy got wet
Wet pussy...ohhhhh
Sore, wet..pussy
Just a friendly little cat

My pussy cat was playing out on the back lot
Played so long poor pussy got hot
Hot pussy..ohhhh
Sore, wet, hot...pussy..
Just a friendly little cat

My pussy cat was rocking in the rocking chair
Rocked so long he lost his hair
Bald pussy...ohhh
Sore, wet, hot, bald...pussy
Just a friendly little cat

My neighbor and I out at the clothes line
I said to my neighbor won't you look at mine
My pussy..oohhhhhh
Sore, wet, hot, bald pussy
Just a friendly little cat

My neighbor stole my kitty
But I did see
I said to my neighbor set my pussy free
Free pussy
Sore, wet, hot, bald, free pussy
Just a friendly little cat
Here kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty.

 

[redmarvel]

I've rewritten the words to some nursery songs to be more applicable to my life.

To Twinkle Twinkle Little Star I've added another verse:

Twinkle, twinkle little star,
You're a sun shining from afar
Your light's travelled through space and time
Many years to reach these eyes of mine
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
Now I know just what you are.

I've change the first verse of Toora loora lie

Way back in Kilarney
A long long time ago
A mother sang a song to her child
In tones so sweet and low
Just a simple ditty
In her good ol' Irish way
Now children all around the world
Can hear that song today