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18 March, 2006 at 10:05 pm #139112
I HATE THE WHITE MAN
Roy Harper
Far across the ocean
In the land of look and see
There once was a time
For you and meWhere the winds blow sweetly
And the easy seas flow still
And where the barefoot dream of life
Can laugh and cry its fillWhere slot machine confusions
And the plastic universe
Are objects of amusement
In the fiction of their curseAnd where the crazy whiteman
And his teargas happiness
Lies dead and long since buried
By his own fantastic messFor I hate the whiteman
And his plastic excuse
For I hate the whiteman
And the man who turned him loose…And the reins of coloured thunder
Of the stallion of the dawn
Ride the coalfire morning
On the beach where all is bornWhere the emperor of meaning
Is burning up his forts
And sits to warm his toes around
A fire made up of useless thoughtsAnd when the children tempt him
With the riddles of their trance
He flings the flames of solstice
Casting laughs into their danceAnd while a crazy whiteman
In the desert of his bones
Lies as bleached as the paradise
He likes to think he ownsAnd I hate the whiteman
In his evergreen excuse
Oh I hate the whiteman
And the man who turned him loose…And far across the reaches
Of the drifting yellow sands
The living carpet wilderness
Forever joins its handsWith heaven hell’s attainment
In a surging crest of fire
Where more than all is thrown upon
The ever lasting pyreAnd through the countless canticles
Of Jason’s charcoal fleece
Are sung the songs of nothing
In the timeless masterpieceAnd there stood in the middle
Guess who?
It’s the everlasting burst
Built by god’s very own whiteman
As he tries to rule the dustAnd I hate the whiteman
In his doctrinaire abuse
Oh I hate the whiteman
And the man who turned you all loose…And the bowels of his city
Have been locked into a safe
Where the spew stains on the sidewalks
Are defenders of his faithWhile back inside his kitchen
The bowler hatted, long haired saint
Cleans with soap and water
But it’s really just white paintWhile his golden headed scandal sheets
Present their daily bite
To give their righteous news-bleeders
Drugs to keep them whiteWhile outside in the whitewash
Where the guns are always, always right
A shooting star has summoned
Its dark angel from his nightAnd I hate the whiteman
And his evergreen excuse
Oh I hate the whiteman
And the man who turned you all loose
And the man who turned him loose…I saw him sing this at erm knebworth I think. He came on stage pissed and said this is a song about white people and looking around the audience I can see there a fair few of you feckers about.. then he fell off his stool, then he sang this, then the crowd roared (aw you had to be there I suppose)…
19 March, 2006 at 3:20 am #139113Some people say
That oysters make you come on strong,
But I don’t buy it,
I don’t believe my diet turns me on.
Won’t take no pills,
That’s the last thing that I need to do,
I can’t deny it,
My aphrodisiac is you.Alright, I could sniff some powdered rhino horn,
And go to bed in rubber gloves.
But I don’t need no stimulation,
Potions, balms or embrocation,
I’m in love,
In other words…Don’t smoke no grass,
Or opium from old Hong Kong,
That hubble-bubble
Just makes me see you double
All night long.
Don’t waste my time
With Spanish fly and roots to chew,
They cause me trouble,
Because my aphrodisiac is you.Alright, I could sniff some powdered rhino horn,
And go to bed in rubber gloves.
But I don’t need no stimulation,
Potions, balms or embrocation,
I’m in love,
In other words…Some people like
To read the khama sutra first,
But I don’t need it
I think if I should read it
I’d be worse;
Don’t ask me why,
Because baby, I ain’t got a clue.
I just concede it,
My aphrodisiac Is you22 March, 2006 at 7:17 pm #139114You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of goldSo she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of goldWill you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of goldSee the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of goldI never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I’ve broken
But I swear in the days still left
We’ll walk in fields of gold
We’ll walk in fields of goldMany years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of goldYou’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold25 March, 2006 at 6:34 pm #139115It was only last June
When her old man ran away
She couldn’t stop crying
‘Cause she knew he was gone 2 stayIt was 10:35 on a lonely friday night
She was standin’ by the bar
Hmm, she was lookin’ alright, yeahI asked if she wanted 2 dance
And she said all she wanted was a good man
And wanted 2 know
If I thought I was qualified, yeahAnd I said, baby don’t waste your time
I know what’s on your mind
I may be qualified 4 a one night stand
But I could never take the place of your manIt hurt me so bad when she told me
With tears in her eyes (tears in her eyes)
He was all she ever had
And now she wanted 2 dieHe left her with a baby
And another one on the way
She couldn’t stop cryin’
Cause she knew he was gone 2 stayShe asked me if we could be friends
And I said, oh, honey baby that’s a dead end
U know and I know
That we wouldn’t be satisfied
No
And I saidBaby don’t waste your time
I know what’s on your mind
U wouldn’t be satisfied (wouldn’t be satisfied)
With a one night standAnd I could never take the place of your man
Yeah, yeah, the place of your man
Prince ~ I Could Never Take the Place of Your Man
25 March, 2006 at 7:36 pm #139116
“Trouble With Dreams”There’s nothing that i wanna do
More than get alone and be with you
Trouble with dreams is they don’t come true
And when they do they can’t catch up to youYou don’t need a thing from me
But i need something big from you
’cause you know i’ve got
An awful lot of big dreamsI’m walking down a lonely road
Clear to me now but i was never told
Trouble with dreams is you never know
When to hold on and when to let goIf you let me down it’s alright
At least that leaves something for me
’cause you know i’ve got
An awful lot of big dreamsThis is the life that i must lead now
Crossing fingers and wiping brow
Trouble with dreams is you can’t pretend
Something with no beginning has an endYou don’t need a thing from me
But i need something big from you
’cause you know i’ve got an awful lot of big dreamsThe Eels
26 March, 2006 at 3:05 am #139117I have got you under my skin
I’ve got you deep in the heart of meSo deep in my heart
You’re nearly a part of me
I’ve got you under my skinI have tried so not to give in
I have said to myself this affair
Never gonna go somewhereBut why should I try to resist
When baby I know so well
That I’ve got you under my skinI would sacrafice anything
Come what might
For the sake of holding you near
In spite of a warning voice
That comes in the night
It repeats and it shouts in my earDon’t you know blue-eyes
You never can win
Use your mentality
Wake up to realityBut each time I do
Just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin’cause I’ve got you under my skin
I’d sacrafice anything
Come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice
That comes in the night
It repeats and it shouts in my earDon’t you know you old fool
You never can win
Use your mentality
Wake up to realityBut each time that I do
Just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin’cause I’ve got you under my skin
And I love you (when you’re) under my skin26 March, 2006 at 10:38 pm #139118Batten up the hatches, here comes the cold
I can feel it creeping, it’s making me old
You give me so much love that it blows my brains outYou need something better than the bacon and eggs
The creaking in the walls and the banging in the bed
You give me so much love that it blows my brains outSummer rain, dripping down your face again
Summer rain, praying someone feels the same
Take the pain killer, cycle on your bicycle
Leave all this misery behindMy love giving me head, feeling very guilty,
breaking the bread
Losing my attention, taking the world on
So batten up the hatches, here comes the cold
I can feel it creeping, it’s making me old
You give me so much love that it blows my brains outSummer rain, dripping down your face again
Summer rain, praying someone feels the same
Take the pain killer, cycle on your bicycle
Leave all this misery behindMy love, my love, my love, my love oh my love
Summer rain, dripping down your face again
Summer rain, praying someone feels the same
Take the pain killer, cycle on your bicycle
Leave all this misery behindSummer rain, dripping down your face again
Summer rain, praying someone feels the same
Take the pain killer, cycle on your bicycle
Leave all this misery behind
Leave all this misery behind
Leave all this misery behind
Leave all this misery behind.Turin Brakes ~ Pain Killer
31 March, 2006 at 1:48 am #139119Always
I’ll be loving you always
With a love that’s true, always
When the things you’ve planned
Need a helping hand
I will understand, always, alwaysDays may not be fair, always
That’s when I’ll be there, always
Not for just an hour
Not for just a day
Not for just a year, but alwaysLeonard Cohen
1 April, 2006 at 11:32 pm #139120XTC – Generals And Majors
Generals and Majors ah ah
they’re never too far
from battlefields so glorious
out in a world of their ownThey’ll never come down
till once again victoriousGenerals and Majors always
seem so unhappy ‘less they got a warGenerals and Majors ah ah
like never before are tired of being actionless.Calling Generals and Majors
Generals and Majors everywhere
Calling Generals and Majors
your World War III is drawing nearGenerals and Majors ah ah
They’re never too far
away from men who made the grade
out in a world of their ownThey’ll never come down
until the battle’s lost or madeGenerals and Majors ah ah
like never before, are tired of being in the shade2 April, 2006 at 11:25 pm #139121Lavender’s blue, dilly dilly, lavender’s green,
When I am king, dilly, dilly, you shall be queen.
Who told you so, dilly, dilly, who told you so?
‘Twas my own heart, dilly, dilly, that told me so.Call up your men, dilly, dilly, set them to work
Some with a rake, dilly, dilly, some with a fork.
Some to make hay, dilly, dilly, some to thresh corn.
While you and I, dilly, dilly, keep ourselves warm.Lavender’s green, dilly, dilly, Lavender’s blue,
If you love me, dilly, dilly, I will love you.
Let the birds sing, dilly, dilly, And the lambs play;
We shall be safe, dilly, dilly, Out of harm’s way.I love to dance, dilly, dilly, I love to sing;
When I am queen, dilly, dilly, You’ll be my king.
Who told me so, dilly, dilly, Who told me so?
I told myself, dilly, dilly, I told me so.Lavender Blue ~ Trad.
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