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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
What a waste of human power
What a waste of human lives Shoot the prisoners in the towers Forty-three poor widowed wives Attica State, Attica State, we're all mates with Attica State Media blames it on the prisoners But the prisoners did not kill "Rockefeller pulled the trigger" That is what the people feel Attica State, Attica State, we're all mates with Attica State Free the prisoners, jail the judges Free all prisoners everywhere All they want is truth and justice All they need is love and care Attica State, Attica State, we're all mates with Attica State They all live in suffocation Let's not watch them die in sorrow Now's the time for revolution Give them all a chance to grow Attica State, Attica State, we're all mates with Attica State Come together join the movement Take a stand for human rights Fear and hatred clouds our judgement Free us all from endless night Attica State, Attica State, we're all mates with Attica State Attica State, Attica State, we all live in Attica State Attica State, Attica State, Attica, Attica, Attica State |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
Good night!
Good night, thank you! Thank you We'd like to thank Frank for having us on here Yeah, he's great, isn't he? He's the greatest |
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from John Lennon & The Plastic Ono Band - Live Peace In Toronto [live] (1969)
Well, it's a one for the money, two for the show,
Three to get ready, now go, cat, go! Don't you step on my blue suede shoes. Well, you can do anything But lay off them blue suede shoes. Well, you can knock me down, step in my face, Slander my name all over the place; Do anything that you wanna do, But, aw-aw, honey, lay off them shoes. Don't you step on my blue suede shoes. Well, you can do anything But lay off them blue suede shoes. Well, you can burn my house, steal my car, Drink my liquor from the old fruit jar. Do anything that you wanna do, But, aw-aw, honey, lay off them shoes. Don't you step on my blue suede shoes. Well, you can do anything But lay off them blue suede shoes. Well, hey! Well, it's blue, blue, blue suede shoes, Hey, blue, blue, blue suede shoes, Hey, blue, blue, blue suede shoes, Hey, blue, blue, blue suede shoes. Well, you can do anything But lay off my blue suede shoes |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
We're born in a prison
Raised in a prison Sent to a prison called school We cry in a prison We love in a prison We dream in a prison like fools Wood becomes a flute when it's loved Reach for yourself and your battered mates Mirror becomes a razor when it's broken Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate We live with no reason Kicked around for no reason Thrown out without reason like tools We work in a prison And hate in a prison And die in a prison as a rule Wood becomes a flute when it's loved Reach for yourself and your battered mates Mirror becomes a razor when it's broken Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate We live in a prison Among judges and wardens And wait for no reason for you We laugh in a prison Go through all four seasons And die with no vision of truth Wood becomes a flute when it's loved Reach for yourself and your battered mates Mirror becomes a razor when it's broken Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate |
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from John Lennon & The Plastic Ono Band - Live Peace In Toronto [live] (1969)
Temperature's rising
Fever is high Can't see no future Can't see no sky My feet are so heavy So is my head I wish I was a baby I wish I was dead Cold turkey has got me on the run My body is aching Goose-pimple bone Can't see no body Leave me alone My eyes are wide open Can't get to sleep One thing I'm sure of I'm in at the deep freeze Cold turkey has got me on the run Cold turkey has got me on the run Thirty-six hours Rolling in pain Praying to someone Free me again Oh I'll be a good boy Please make me well I promise you anything Get me out of this hell Cold turkey has got me on the run Oh, oh, oh, oh |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
Temperature's rising
Fever is high Can't see no future Can't see no sky My feet are so heavy So is my head I wish I was a baby I wish I was dead Cold turkey has got me on the run My body is aching Goose-pimple bone Can't see no body Leave me alone My eyes are wide open Can't get to sleep One thing I'm sure of I'm in at the deep freeze Cold turkey has got me on the run Cold turkey has got me on the run Thirty-six hours Rolling in pain Praying to someone Free me again Oh I'll be a good boy Please make me well I promise you anything Get me out of this hell Cold turkey has got me on the run Oh, oh, oh, oh |
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from Imagine (1971)
You can shine your shoes and wear a suit
You can comb your hair and look quite cute You can hide your face behind a smile One thing you can't hide is when you're crippled inside You can wear a mask and paint your face You can call yourself the human race You can wear a collar and a tie One thing you can't hide is when you're crippled inside Well now you know that your cat had nine lives babe Nine lives to itself But you only got one And a dog's life ain't fun Mamma take a look outside. You can go to church and sing a hymn Judge me by the colour of my skin You can live a lie until you die One thing you can't hide is when you're crippled inside. |
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from John Lennon & The Plastic Ono Band - Live Peace In Toronto [live] (1969)
You make me dizzy, Miss Lizzy,
The way you rock'n'roll. You make me dizzy, Miss Lizzy, When we do the stroll. Come on, Miss Lizzy, Love me fore I grow too old. Come on, give me fever, Put your little hand in mine. You make me dizzy, Miss Lizzy, Girl, you look so fine. You're just a-rockin' and a-rollin', I sure do wish you were mine. You make me dizzy, Miss Lizzy, When you call my name. O-o-o-o-oh baby, Say you're driving me insane. Come on, come on, come on, baby, I want to be your lover man. Run and tell your mama I want you to be my bride. Run and tell your brother, Baby, don't run and hide. You make me dizzy, Miss Lizzy, And I want to marry you. Come on, give me fever, Put your little hand in mine. You make me dizzy, Miss Lizzy, Girl, you look so fine. You're just a-rockin' and.a-rollin', I sure do wish you were mine |
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from Imagine (1971)
I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, shortsighted, narrow-minded hypocrites All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth I've had enough of reading things By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son-of-tricky dick Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me With just a pocket full of soap Money for dope Money for rope No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son-of-tricky dick Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me With just a pocket full of soap Money for dope Money for rope I'm sickto death of seeing things From tight-lipped, condescending mama's little chauvinists All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth I've had enough of watching scenes Of schizophrenic, egocentric, paranoic primadonnas All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son-of-tricky dick Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me With just a pocket full of soap Money for dope Money for rope Ah, I'm sick and tired of hearing things From uptight, shortsighted, narrow-minded hypocrites All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth I've had enough of reading things By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth |
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from John Lennon & The Plastic Ono Band - Live Peace In Toronto [live] (1969)
Two, one two three four
Everybody's talking about Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism, Ragism, Tagism This-ism, that-ism, is-m, is-m, is-m. All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance Come on Everybody's talking about Ministers, Sinisters, Banisters and canisters Bishops and Fishops and Rabbis and Pop eyes, And bye bye, bye byes. All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance Let me tell you now Everybody's talking about Revolution, evolution, masturbation, flagellation, regulation, integrations, meditations, United Nations, Congratulations. All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance Everybody's talking about John and Yoko, Timmy Leary, Rosemary, Tommy Smothers, Bobby Dylan, Tommy Cooper, Derek Taylor, Norman Mailer, Alan Ginsberg, Hare Krishna, Hare, Hare Krishna All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance (repeats) |
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from Imagine (1971)
So Sgt. Pepper took you by surprise,
You better see right through that mother's eyes. Those freaks was right when they said you was dead. The one mistake you made was in your head. Tell me, how do you sleep? Tell me, how do you sleep at night? You live with straights who tell you you was king. Jump when your momma tell you any thing. The only thing you done was Yesterday, And since your gone you're just another day. Tell me, how do you sleep at night? Tell me, how do you sleep at night? Ah, how do you sleep at night? A pretty face may last a year or two, But pretty soon they'll see what you can do. The sound you make is Muzak to my ears. You must have learned something in all those years. Ah, how do you sleep, brother? Ah, tell me how do you sleep at night? |
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from Imagine (1971)
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today Aha-ahh Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace Yoo-hoo-ooh You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world Yoohoo-Ooh You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will live as one |
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from Imagine (1971)
You gotta live
You gotta love You gotta be somebody You gotta shove But it's so hard, it's really hard Sometimes I feel like going down You gotta eat You gotta drink You gotta feel something You gotta worry But it's so hard, it's really hard Sometimes I feel like going down But when it's good It's really good And when I hold you in my arms baby Sometimes I feel like going down You gotta run You gotta hide You gotta keep your woman satisfied But it's so hard, it's really hard Sometimes I feel like going down |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
Say please!
Please! Please! Say Please! We take turns conducting Okay |
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from Imagine (1971)
I was dreaming of the past
And my heart was beating fast I began to lose control I began to lose control I didn't mean to hurt you I'm sorry that I made you cry Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you I'm just a jealous guy I was feeling insecure You might not love me anymore I was shivering inside I was shivering inside I didn't mean to hurt you I'm sorry that I made you cry Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you I'm just a jealous guy I didn't mean to hurt you I'm sorry that I made you cry Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you I'm just a jealous guy I was trying to catch your eyes Thought that you was trying to hide I was swallowing my pain I was swallowing my pain I didn't mean to hurt you I'm sorry that I made you cry Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you I'm just a jealous guy, watch out I'm just a jealous guy, look out, babe I'm just a jealous guy |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
It ain't fair, John Sinclair
In the stir for breathing air Won't you care for John Sinclair? In the stir for breathing air Let him be, set him free Let him be like you and me They gave him ten for two What else can the judges do? Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free If he'd been a soldier man Shooting gooks in Vietnam If he was the CIA Selling dope and making hay He'd be free, they'd let him be Breathing air, like you and me They gave him ten for two What else can the judges do? Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free They gave him ten for two They got Ali Otis too. Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free Was he jailed for what he done? Or representing everyone Free John now, if we can From the clutches of the man Let him be, lift the lid Bring him to his wife and kids They gave him ten for two What else can the bastards do? Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free |
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from John Lennon & The Plastic Ono Band - Live Peace In Toronto [live] (1969)
The best things in life are free
But you can tell me 'bout the birds and bees. Now gimme money (that's what I want) That's what I want (that's what I want) That's what I want, ye-ye-yeh, That's what I want. Money don't get everything it's true. What it don't get I can't use. So gimme money (that's what I want) A little money (that's what I want) That's what I want, ye-ye-yeh, That's what I want. Yeh gimme money (that's what I want) A little money (that's what I want) That's what I want (that's what I want) So gimme money (that's what I want) That's what I want, ye-ye-yeh, That's what I want. Your lovin' give me a thrill But your lovin' don't pay my bill. Now gimme money (that's what I want) That's what I want (that's what I want) That's what I want, ye-ye-yeh, That's what I want. Money don't get everything it's true. What it don't get I can't use. So gimme money (that's what I want) A little money (that's what I want) That's what I want, ye-ye-yeh, That's what I want. Yeh gimme money (that's what I want) A little money (that's what I want) That's what I want (that's what I want) So gimme money (that's what I want) That's what I want, ye-ye-yeh, That's what I want |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
Standing on the corner
Just me and Yoko Ono We was waiting for Jerry to land Up come a man with a guitar in his hand Singing, "Have a marijuana if you can" His name was David Peel And we found that he was real He sang, "The Pope smokes dope every day" Up come a policeman shoved us up the street Singing, "Power to the people today!" New York City...New York City...New York City Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York? Well down to Max's Kansas City Got down the nitty gritty With the Elephants Memory Band Laid something down As the news spread around About the Plastic Ono Elephants Memory Band! And we played some funky boogie And laid some tutti frutti Singing, "Long Tall Sally's a man." Up come a preacherman trying to be a teacher Singing, "God's a red herring in drag!" New York City...New York City...New York City Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York? New York City...New York City...New York City Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York? Well we did the Staten Island Ferry Making movies for the telly Played the Fillmore and Apollo for freedom Tried to shake our image Just a cycling through the Village But found that we had left it back in London Well nobody came to bug us Hustle us or shove us So we decided to make it our home If the Man wants to shove us out We gonna jump and shout The Statue of Liberty said, "Come!" New York City...New York City...New York City Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York? New York City...back in New York City...New York City Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York? |
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from Imagine (1971)
Oh my love for the first time in my life
My eyes are wide open Oh my lover for the first time in my life My eyes can see I see the wind Oh I see the trees Everything is clear in my heart I see the clouds Oh I see the sky Everything is clear in our world Oh my love for the first time in my life My mind is wide open Oh my love for the first time in my life My mind can feel I feel sorrow Oh I feel dreams Everything is clear in my heart I feel life Oh I feel love Everything is clear in our world |
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from Imagine (1971)
Oh Yoko!
In the middle of the night In the middle of the night I call your name Oh Yoko, oh Yoko, my love will turn you on In the middle of the bath In the middle of the bath I call your name Oh Yoko, oh Yoko, my love will turn you on My love will turn you on In the middle of a shave In the middle of a shave I call your name Oh Yoko, oh Yoko, my love will turn you on In the middle of a dream In the middle of a dream I call your name Oh Yoko, oh Yoko, my love will turn you on My love will turn you on In the middle of a cloud In the middle of a cloud I call your name Oh Yoko, oh Yoko, my love will turn you on Oh Yoko, oh Yoko, oh Yoko, oh Yoko |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
Scumbag, scumbag,
scumbag, scumbag. Scumbag, yeah! Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, ho! Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag. Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag. Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag. Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag. Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag. Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag. Scumbag. Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag. Scum, scum, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag. -"Hey, listen! I don't know whether you can tell what the Words are to this song but there's only two of them And I'd like to have you sing along 'cause it's real easy. Anybody who comes to the fillmore east can sing this song. The name of the song is 'scumbag'. Ok? And all you gotta do is sing 'scumbag'. Right on, brothers and sister let's hear it for the 'scumbag'!" Scumbag! Scumbag! Scumbag! Scumbag! Scumbag! Scumbag! Scumbag! Scumbag! Scumbag! Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scum, scumbag, baby, scumbag, scumbag. Scumbag, baby, scumbag, baby, (scumbag, baby) scumbag, baby, (scumbag, baby) scumbag, (scumbag, baby) scumbag, (scumbag, baby) scumbag, oh yeah, (scumbag) scumbag (scumbag) scumbag (scumbag) (who's scumbag?) Hey, scumbag, (scumbag) scumbag (scumbag) scumbag (scumbag) scumbag, scumbag, scum, uh! Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag (scumbag) scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag. (oh, oh, oh, yeah) |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
Well it was Sunday bloody Sunday
When they shot the people there The cries of thirteen martyrs Filled the Free Derry air Is there any one amongst you Dare to blame it on the kids? Not a soldier boy was bleeding When they nailed the coffin lids! Sunday bloody Sunday Bloody Sunday's the day! You claim to be majority Well you know that it's a lie You're really a minority On this sweet emerald isle When Stormont bans our marches They've got a lot to learn Internment is no answer It's those mothers' turn to burn! Sunday bloody Sunday Bloody Sunday's the day! Sunday bloody Sunday Bloody Sunday's the day! You anglo pigs and scotties Sent to colonize the North You wave your bloody Union Jack And you know what it's worth! How dare you hold to ransom A people proud and free Keep Ireland for the Irish Put the English back to sea! Sunday bloody Sunday Bloody Sunday's the day! Well, it's always bloody Sunday In the concentration camps Keep Falls Road free forever From the bloody English hands Repatriate to Britain All of you who call it home Leave Ireland to the Irish Not for London or for Rome! Sunday bloody Sunday Bloody Sunday's the day! Sunday bloody Sunday Bloody Sunday's the day! Sunday bloody Sunday Bloody Sunday's the day! Sunday bloody Sunday Bloody Sunday's the day! |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
There may not be much difference
Between Chairman Mao and Richard Nixon If we strip them naked There may not be much difference Between Marilyn Monroe and Lenny Bruce If we check their coffins There may not be much difference Between White House and Hall of People If we count their windows There may not be much difference Between Raquel Welch and Jerry Rubin If we hear their heartbeat We're all water from different rivers That's why it's so easy to meet We're all water in this vast, vast ocean Someday we'll evaporate together There may not be much difference Between Eldrige Cleaver and Queen of England If we bottle their tears There may not be much difference Between Manson and the Pope If we press their smile There may not be much difference Between Rockefeller and you If we hear you sing There may not be much difference Between you and me If we show our dreams We're all water from different rivers That's why it's so easy to meet We're all water in this vast, vast ocean Someday we'll evaporate together What's the difference? What's the difference? There's no difference! There's no difference! What's the difference? |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
Woman is the nigger of the world
Yes, she is, think about it Woman is the nigger of the world Think about it, do something about it We make her paint her face and dance If she won't be a slave, we say that she don't love us If she's real, we say she's trying to be a man While putting her down we pretend that she's above us Woman is the nigger of the world Yes, she is If you don't believe me Take a look at the one you're with Woman is the slave of the slaves Ah yeah, better scream about it We make her bear and raise our children And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen We tell her home is the only place she should be Then we complain that she's too unworldly to be our friend Woman is the nigger of the world Yes, she is If you don't believe me Take a look at the one you're with Woman is the slave to the slaves Yeah, alright We insult her every day on TV And wonder why she has no guts or confidence When she's young we kill her will to be free While telling her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb Woman is the nigger of the world Yes, she is If you don't believe me, take a look at the one you're with Woman is the slave to the slaves Yes, she is If you believe me, you better scream about it REPEAT: We make her paint her face and dance... |
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