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Ivory Madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west. Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes, Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies. Skin and bones is creeping, doesn't know he's dead. Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head. Politician's argue sharpening their knives. Drawing up their bargains, trading baby lives. Chorus Ivory madonna dying in the dust, Waiting for the manna coming from the west. Hear the bells are ringing, Christmas on it's way. Hear the angels singing, what is that they say? Eat and drink rejoicing, joy is here to stay. Jesus son of Mary is born again today. Chorus Ivory Madonna dying in the dust, Waiting for the manna coming from the west. Ivory Madonna dying in the dust, Waiting for the manna coming from the west. |
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| 2. |
| 4:57 |
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A human statue made of living stone
A paradox etched in human bone If you could look behind his thin disguise There's a hidden glint of madness in his eyes. Many men are fooled by his smile His superficial grace his charm his style Sardonicus is everybody's friend Sardonicus keeps smiling to the end. |
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| 3. |
| 3:20 |
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You might believe, and still you feel the chase has just begun.
That you must reach that horizon before the setting of the sun. You chase the light in front of you, nightfall close behind. If you stop to catch your breath, you know what you will find. Chorus Don't slow down don't touch the ground. You know what you will find. That old grey man in tattered clothes following behind. No time to stop, don't go to sleep, prepare to pay the cost. The hours and minutes are passing by, another day is lost. Impatience is a virtue, catch me if you can. The seconds have been ticking by since your life began |
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| 4. |
| 5:45 |
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Hey Folitician, me seh hey folitician Me seh hey folitician Mek you go long so. Hey folitician, me seh hey folitician Me seh hey folitician Mek you go long so. You come chatty chatty chatty run up you' mouth; (Repeat) One man, one vote you hear from the shout. (Repeat) You full of pure promise but you tell damn' lies; (Repeat) You make a mistake And then somebody dies. (Repeat) Hey folitician, me seh hey folitician Me seh hey folitician What you doin 'bout the slums? You sit around all day, jus' a twiddle your thumbs; You have a strange expression Mek you look like you' dumb. (Repeat) You worry everybody 'til you put them in a box. (Repeat) Dub freak gone Gone go check him record shop, Gone go check him record stock. Him climb upon the box Him said him got to reach the top; Him climb upon the shelf Him seh you take care yourself. Him dance upon the floor Him said a music galore. (Repeat) Dub freak, dub freak Deh 'pon the go; Say you never know Because I told you so. Sippa, sippa, sippa, sippa, lightning crash; (Repeat) Drummer 'pon him drum, him jus' a play mish-mash. (Repeat) Keyboards in the middle jus'a jump and twiddle. (Repeat) Rhythm over here an' me seh rhythm over there; Don't stop and stare because the rhythm gone clear. Dub freak, dub freak, in a dub freak style Dub freak, dub freak, still a running wild. Him start from the bottom 'til him reach up the top Him keep on rocking and him never stop. Wow and flutter, music jus' a run like butter. (repeat) Dub a slip an' slide Dub a slip an' slide Dub a slip an' slide, He can't find nowhere to hide. |
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| 5. |
| 6:18 |
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Appeal to the governor of Louisiana
You may get an answer the process is slow Federal government too much to help him It's been nearly five years And they won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Testify under pressure, a racist jury Government lawyers its all for show With rows of white faces False accusations He's framed up for murder They won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler ..... Etc Police gun was planted No matching bullets No prints on the handle, no proof to show But tyler is guilty the white judge has said so They show him no mercy They won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler...... Etc Appeal to the governor of Louisiana You may get an answer the process is slow Federal government too much to help him It's been nearly five years And they won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler .... Etc |
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| 6. |
| 4:52 |
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You got no job you got no pay
Join the military, sign today They'll take you off to fight on foreign shores You'll be your mother's pride and joy Her armed and dangerous golden boy A uniformed hero that shows no fear The khaki ranks of flesh and steel Learning how to smile and kill They'll teach you to ignore the screams and tears |
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| 4:00 |
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He wields his flute with an expert hand
And then, all too soon The dancing stops and the children stand The piper calls the tune. He holds their future in his palm An old and powerful man With missiles poised and bombs at hand They wait for his command. With songs of fear and bigotry A cruel, hypnotic sound He plays his last tune greedily And strikes the children down. |
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| 8. |
| 5:10 |
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Love Is all is alright But you left it a little to late Love is all is alright But you've got to find a little more hate. Take the man in the white cloak A pointed mask to hide his face Murders in the name of religion If you're not the right colour or race. Take the man in the black cloak He's holding justice in his hands, Lets the man in the white cloak go, Calls it the law of the land. (Chorus) Love Is all is alright.......etc Take the man in the brown shirt A burning hatred in his eyes Fired by ignorant reaction, Fanned by political lies Take the man in the blue cap His back's against the wall Links arms with the man in the brown shirt He's trying to break his own fall. (Chorus) Love Is all is alright.....etc |
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| 9. |
| 6:20 |
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There are murders that we must account for
Bloody deeds have been done in my name Criminal acts we must pay for And our children will shoulder the blame Chorus I'm a British subject, not proud of it While I carry the burden of shame Repeat As a nation we're following blindly No-one stops to question why Our money's supporting an army And a boy in Soweto dies Chorus I'm a British subject, not proud of it While I carry the burden of shame Repeat Must we go on ignoring forever The cries of an African son There's a soldier's hand on the trigger But it's we who are pointing the gun Chorus I'm a British subject, not proud of it While I carry the burden of shame Repeat |
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| 4:38 |
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I am the one in ten a number on a list,
I am the one in ten even though I don't exist nobody knows me but I'm always there a statistic a reminder of a world that doesn't care. My arms enfold the dole queue malnutrition dulls my hair my eyes are black and lifeless with an underprevileged stare I'm a beggar on the corner can no one spare a dime I'm the child that never learns to read 'cus no one's spared the time. Refrain I'm the murderer the victim I'm licensed with a gun I'm a sad and bruised old lady in an alley in the slums I'm a middle aged business man with a chronic heart disease I'm another teenage suicide in a street that has no trees. Refrain I'm a starving third-world mother I'm a refugee without a home I'm a housewife hooked on valium I'm a pensioner alone I'm a cancer ridden spectre that's covering the earth I'm another hungry baby I'm an accident of birth. Refrain |
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