Lyrics to How Come : People on the street now Faces long and grim Souls are feeling heavy And faith is growing thin Fears are getting stronger You can Feel them on the rise Hopelessness got some by the throat you can see it in their eyes I said how come How come Everybody on a shoestring Everybody in a hole Everybody crossing their fingers and toes Government man spin his politics till he got you pinned Everybody trying to reach out to each other But they don't know where to begin I said how come I can't tell the free world from living hell I said how come How come all I see is a child of god in misery I said how come the pistol now as profit The bullet some kind of lord and king But pain is the only promise that this so called savior is going to bring Love can be a liar And justice can be a thief And freedom can be an empty cup from which everybody want to drink I said how come I can't tell the free world from living hell I said how come How come all i see is a child of god in misery I said how come Its just man killing man Killing man Killing man Killing man Killing man I don't understand Its just man killing man
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warm places theory sounds plausible. Occasionally, I wake up and think my snake is missing too, but it turns out it's just a chilly morning.
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Cool, thanks for sharing. Very good lyrics, music's OK, but a little uneventful for me (I almost said "vanilla", but seeing how that other thread is going, I figured I'd avoid that word).
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Here's one that blew me away as a kid. The lyrics and stylings can be a bit much now, but it's still a cool song. I don't know if it was 'thing' back then, but there seem to be a bunch of these things I call 'epic folk' songs from back in the 70's and this is one of my favorites. I shared it here last year, I think, but it seems to fit in the context of this thread, I think.
You took his land and you ate his corn, and on his grave your land was born. You took his pride and you fed him dirt, you wished him winter without a shirt and you called this red man savage. And after you crushed him you helped him up, to let him drink from an empty cup. You gave him the Navy without the fleet, and made him lick your hands and kiss your feet, and you named this mad dog savage. Well I found a book the other day, so I looked up red and white to see what it'd say. One was a savage the other unlearned, like a look in the mirror the tables were turned, for history has named you - savage.
In the year of 65 when I was very young, we watched the dust clouds to the south we knew that you had come. We saw you build your chain of forts along the Bozeman Road, but Red Cloud had his allies a-counted long before it snowed. And someday Great White Father you will know my name.
In December of 66' you met me face to face. I decoyed your Captain Fetterman and we never left a trace. Into our sacred homelands your Blue Coat Soldiers came, but we just taught you a heap-big lesson in the Battle of a Hundred Slain. And someday Great White Father you will know my name.
In the June of 76' our Nation joined its hands. We made our camps on The Little Bighorn not knowing of your plans. You sent your long-haired Custer with the Seventh Cavalry, to hunt and kill my children for wanting to be free. And I think it’s time Great White Father that you knew my name ! It’s Crazy Horse - it’s Crazy Horse and I wish you were here to see, cause’ I got Yellow Hair cornered at the Bighorn and I’m about to set him free.
Ride to the village to get my Oglala's, the Sans Arc’s and the Miniconjou, Get Sitting Bull with his band of Hunkpapa’s, the Brule’s and Blackfoot’s too.
Ridin’ home from battle came the Cheyenne ponies with white blood drippin’ from their feet. Their riders were a lookin’ and a shoutin’ up to heaven here’s to Chivington at Sand Creek.
Hey there mister wagon master what do ya' have inside, hidden underneath of that buffalo hide. Could it be ya' brought to me some food from the man back east, so my starvin' children could have a feast. A-hey mother come look and see, what the bastard done brought to me - its alcohol - tobacco - and guns, alcohol - tobacco - and guns
Now I have seen the Eagle soaring beautiful and free, I don't want no man to make less of me. Do you take me for a fool or as a little child? And do you really wonder what's made me wild? Hey paleface ya' better run, because my men been havin' lots of fun on your - alcohol - tobacco - and guns, alcohol - tobacco - and guns. Yeah -
Now I have waited patiently for you to pay your rent, but as yet I haven’t seen that first red cent. I don’t think that there’s much chance of me evicting you, but watch out for the day that you get Sioux‘d. A hundred years have seen the setting sun, but his sad country it still is run - on his alcohol - tobacco - and guns, alcohol - tobacco - and guns. A hundred years have seen the setting sun, but his sad country it still is run - on his alcohol - tobacco - and guns, alcohol - tobacco - and GUNS.
Now you try to trick me and lock me up in jail, but where would a stupid savage find the bondsmen or the bail. I turn to run for I am scared and want so to be free. I feel the ice cold bayonet as it sinks deep inside of me. But someday Great White Father you’ll remember me.
Sioux warriors teach your children the white mans evil tongue. Make them know the name of Crazy Horse and the battles he has won. So they will know the truth when its knowledge that they crave. Let them sing of the land of the free and the home of the brave. And of the Great White Father that dug my grave.
Brown rivers once were blue now the fish float upside down. Ancestral burial grounds that’s where you built your towns. The smokestacks from your factories they pollute my skies. You slaughtered all my buffalo and you left me here to die. And all of this you have done in the name of God. Crazy Horse he was laid to rest on a creek called Wounded Knee. But there is more buried in his grave than the wisest men could see.
I have dreamed the vision of the horse that dances wild, I have seen the land of the great beyond. I am one with this earth as a little child. Let my eternal light shine on.
I have dreamed the vision of the horse that dances wild, and I have seen the land of the great beyond. I am one with this earth as a little child. Let my eternal light shine on.
Crazy Horse he was laid to rest on a creek called Wounded Knee. But there is more buried in his crave than the wisest men could see.
Crazy Horse he was laid to rest on a creek called Wounded Knee. But there is more buried in his crave than the wisest men could see.
For Crazy Horse he was laid to rest on a creek called Wounded Knee. But there is more buried in his crave than the wisest men could see.
Milkweed allusion cast its dye. And the horse that dances starts to fly. Rhythms of metamorphous leave their stain. Memories of happiness kept in vain.
The target tomorrow is one step beyond. For lilies of mercy lost on a pond. They cry out for freedom to the light house above. They are angels of victory, peace and love.
Visions of Odin dark and oblique. Mind over matter which all men seek. A vague understanding with no recourse. And a fond remembrance of Crazy Horse.
Just Ride away - And travel right out through space and time. Try and find a way of leaving the illusion behind. And in this sleep your mind will be awakened. To the calling of a dream that lies within. You’re just a child, who has but to remember. That in yourself you just found your best friend.
So ride away - And let your mind go through its metamorphosis. Try and find a way - To bring your sunken love back to the surface. And sail on silver clouds straight through the fire. Like a lily pad adrift on a windless sea. A-clinging to the breast of Mother Nature. Together sailing beautiful and free.
Ride away lord - It’s said that Crazy Horse had the power to dream himself into the real world - and leave the illusion behind.
DOUBLE CHANT -
So ride away - And don’t recall the things that are best forgotten. Try and find a way - of picking from the barrel the one that’s rotten. The key to peace is sitting on your shoulders. So knock upon the door and you walk on in. You’re just a child who has but to remember. That in yourself you just found your best friend.
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OK... side 2 of the "Cool Songs of the Day" vinyl is now full. Was that a song or a movie soundtrack?
Actually, that was a cool song. The last 2-3 minutes though were a little too much "Puff the Magic Dragon" sounding to me. A little too "happy hippie" sounding I guess.
Overall, I'd say cool song, though. Thanks for sharing.
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Scott C wrote:
OK... side 2 of the "Cool Songs of the Day" vinyl is now full. Was that a song or a movie soundtrack?
Actually, that was a cool song. The last 2-3 minutes though were a little too much "Puff the Magic Dragon" sounding to me. A little too "happy hippie" sounding I guess.
Overall, I'd say cool song, though. Thanks for sharing.
Ha ha - yeah - it is actually the entirety of Side 1 of the record it was on!! And, it definitely gets a pretty corny at times ... still, amongst my treasured child hood songs this one holds a pretty special place!
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As Cities Burn, a band my son listens to. I really like the emotion in their songs, and the guitars that just seem to wander around a bit in the songs, but never seem out of place. Not sure how to describe the guitars better than that.
I'd call them a "Christian, but questioning band", as in: God, why is the world so screwed up?
Other great songs by them (in my opinion): One:Twentyseven, The Widow, Bloodsucker Pt. II, Empire, Admission:Regret.
Hope you like.
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Topping this. Good thread - let's keep it working. I just saw The Wall live, so - yeah - Roger Waters kick:
Part I:
Stop Dave Will you stop Dave? Stop Dave I'm afraid I'm afraid Dave, my mind is going I can feel it I can feel it My mind is going There is no question about it I can feel it I can feel it I can feel it I'm afraid
The monkey sat on a pile of stone And he stared at the broken bone in his hand Strains of a Viennese quartet rang out across the land The monkey looked up at the stars And he thought to himself Memory is a stranger History is for fools And he cleaned his hands in a pool of holy writing Turned his back on the garden and set out for the nearest town Hold on hold on soldier
When you add it all up The tears and the marrowbone There's an ounce of gold And an ounce of pride in each ledger And the Germans kill the Jews And the Jews kill the Arabs And the Arabs kill the hostages And that is the news And is it any wonder that the monkey's confused He said Mama Mama, the President's a fool Why do I have to keep reading these technical manuals And the joint chiefs of staff And the brokers on Wall Street said Don't make us laugh, you're a smart kid Time is linear Memory's a stranger History is for fools Man is a tool in the hands Of the great God Almighty And they gave him command of a nuclear submarine Sent him back in search of the Garden of Eden
Part II:
Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Expressed in dollars and cents, Pounds, shillings and pence Can't you see It all makes perfect sense
Little black soul departs in perfect focus Hold on soldier Prime time fodder for the News at Nine Hold on, hold on soldier Darling is the child warm in the bed tonight
[Marv Albert:] "Hi everybody I'm Marv Albert And welcome to our telecast Coming to you live from Memorial Stadium It's a beautiful day And today we expect a sensational matchup But first our global anthem"
Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Expressed in dollars and cents, Pounds, shillings and pence Can't you see It all makes perfect sense
[Marv:] "And here come the players As I speak to you now, the captain Has his cross hairs zeroed in on the oil rig He's at periscope depth It looks to me like he's going to attack By the way did you know that a submarine Captain earns 200,000 dollars a year" [Edward:]"That's LESS tax Marv" [Marv:]"Yeah, LESS tax Thank you Edward" [Edward:]"You're welcome" [Marv:]"Now back to the game...he fires one...yes There goes two; both fish are running The rig is going into a prevent defense Will they make it? I don't think so" Look out! Look at that baby burn!
Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Expressed in dollars and cents, Pounds, shillings and pence Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Can't you see It all makes perfect sense
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Roger Waters: immensely talented and depressing. I wouldn't pay $100 to see him live, but yeah, he's definitely talented.
I read that he and Shakira bought an island in the Bahamas together with plans to develop it as an exclusive vacation destination. Sounds like a joke, but it's legit.
Today's "cool song" is a "cool band idea": Foo Fighters garage tour:
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tonedeaf wrote:
I paid $80-something to see him do The Wall live and was absolutely blown away.
That's cool. Wasn't trying to be judgmental, just personally, the lyrics are a little too deep for me to rock out too, if you know what I mean. Maybe sit at home quietly taking in it, that sort of thing.
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Scott C wrote:
tonedeaf wrote:
I paid $80-something to see him do The Wall live and was absolutely blown away.
That's cool. Wasn't trying to be judgmental, just personally, the lyrics are a little too deep for me to rock out too, if you know what I mean. Maybe sit at home quietly taking in it, that sort of thing.
Yeah - I definitely did, and definitely would pay twice as much if I had too. But - I can see your point, Scott. There were a few people there who clearly weren't listening and were indeed rocking out and it was weird to say the least. My favorite was the dude in tie-dye definitely doing the happy hippy dance and all smiles to the following:
Waiting to cut out the deadwood. Waiting to clean up the city. Waiting to follow the worms. Waiting to put on a black shirt. Waiting to weed out the weaklings. Waiting to smash in their windows And kick in their doors. Waiting for the final solution To strengthen the strain. Waiting to follow the worms. Waiting to turn on the showers And fire the ovens. Waiting for the queens and the coons and the reds and the jews. Waiting to follow the worms.
And the smile on his face was HUGE! Like he just won the lottery ... maybe he couldn't hear the lyrics? But then - did he look up, because during that song, the stage looks like this - not the kind of thing that inspires joy:
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Seeing as only one person liked my last contribution I'll post again.
The drummer and guitar/singer are brothers. Criminally underappreciated. Great guitar sounds/textures and super catchy songs. Hope you all enjoy this one a little more. If not - #@$% you
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