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The Lyrics thread
Anonymous:
Originally recorded by Roky Erickson's first band, The Spades, in 1965, then redone by the 13th Floor Elevators on their first album. Excellent cover done by Radio Birdman in the 70s......
Oh yeah!
Ahh!
You're gonna wake up one morning as the sun greets the dawn.
You're gonna wake up one morning as the sun greets the dawn.
You're gonna look around in your mind, girl, you're gonna find that
I'm gone.
You didn't realize,
You didn't realize,
You didn't realize,
You didn't realize,
You didn't realize.
Oh! you're gonna miss me, baby.
Oh! you're gonna miss me, baby.
Oh! you're gonna miss me, child, yeah, yeah.
I gave you the warning,
But you never heeded it.
How can you say you miss my lovin,
When you never needed it?
Yeah! Yeah! Ow!
You're gonna wake up wonderin',
Find yourself all alone,
But what's gonna stop me, baby?
I'm not comin' home.
I'm not comin' home.
I'm not comin' home.
Oh, oh, oh, yeah!
Anonymous:
--- Quote ---I gave you the warning,
But you never heeded it.
How can you say you miss my lovin,
When you never needed it?
--- End quote ---
Good stuff.
Anonymous:
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Anonymous:
I seen the sights
I watch the news at night
This ruble sleeps with me when I turn out the light
This city?s dirty
And its war is cold like iron
There go some gunshots and another police siren
Now Corey?s in the Navy
No more than a little baby
He didn?t mean to do the things that he did
Why was I shocked when I saw the pictures
Wasn?t I a participant
Listening to Cronkite, Bay of Tonkin
Thinkin? bout that old man
Sittin? on his porch across the street
Yellow ribbon tied around his tree
Thinkin? to myself should I really just be sittin? here just a wonderin?
Shouldn?t I go and sign up tomorrow early in the morning
Now Corey?s in the Navy
No more than a little baby
He didn?t mean to do the things that he did
Why was I shocked when I saw the pictures
Wasn?t I a participant
Listening to Cronkite, Bay of Tonkin
Listening to Walter Cronkite, Bay of Tonkin
Listening to McNamera, Bay of Tonkin
Listening to President Johnson, Bay of Tonkin
Listening to Donald Rumsfeld, Gulf of Tonkin
Second Skin:
I hear the roar of a big machine
Two worlds and in between
Hot metal and methedrine
I hear empire down
I hear empire down
I hear the roar of a big machine
Two worlds and in between
Love lost, fire at will
Dum-dum bullets and shoot to kill, I hear
Dive, bombers, and
Empire down
Empire down
I hear the sons of the city and dispossessed
Get down, get undressed
Get pretty but you and me,
We got the kingdom, we got the key
We got the empire, now as then,
We don't doubt, we don't take direction,
Lucretia, my reflection, dance the ghost with me
We look hard
We look through
We look hard to see for real
Such things I hear, they don't make sense
I don't see much evidence
I don't feel. I don't feel. I don't Feel
A long train held up by page on page
A hard reign held up by rage
Once a railroad
Now it's done...
I hear the roar of a big machine
Two worlds and in between
Hot metal and methedrine
I hear empire down...
We got the empire, now as then,
We don't doubt, we don't take reflection,
Lucretia, my direction, dance the ghost with me...
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