Alan White [드럼]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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)

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?

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

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

Say please!
Please!
Please!
Say Please!
We take turns conducting
Okay

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

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

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

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?

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

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

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)

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!

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?

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...