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You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out. You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip out for beer during commercials, Because the revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox In 4 parts without commercial interruptions. The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams and Mendel Rivers to eat hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary. The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia. The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal. The revolution will not get rid of the nubs. The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner, the revolution will not be televised, Brother. There will be no pictures of you and Willie Mays pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run, or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance. NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32 on reports from 29 districts. The revolution will not be televised. There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay. There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process. There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving For just the right occasion. Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville Junction will no longer be so god damned relevant, and women will not care if Dick finally screwed Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people will be in the street looking for a brighter day. The revolution will not be televised. There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock news and no pictures of hairy armed women liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose. The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash or Englebert Humperdink. The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be right back after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people. You will not have to worry about a dove in your bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl. The revolution will not go better with Coke. The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath. The revolution will put you in the driver's seat. The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised, will not be televised, will not be televised. The revolution will be no re-run brothers; The revolution will be live. |
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| 3. |
| 5:22 |
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Grandma's hands clapped in church on Sunday mornings
Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning She say, "Scotty why you run so fast, Might fall on a piece of glass, Might be snakes there in that grass" Grandma's hands, they keep on calling to me. Grandma's hands soothed the local unwed mothers Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell Grandma's hands, lord they'd really come in handy She say, "Bobbie why you want to whip that boy? What you want to whip him for? He didn't throw no apple core." Grandma's hands, they keep on calling to me. Grandma's hands soothed the local unwed mothers Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell Grandma's hands, well they really came in handy She say, "Bobbie why you want to whip that boy? What you want to whip him for? He didn't throw no apple core." But I don't have grandma anymore When I get to heaven I'll look for grandma's hands. |
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| 4. |
| 3:34 |
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Ever feel kinda down and out, you don't know just what to do--
Livin' all of your days in darkness let the sun shine through-- Ever feel that somehow, somewhere, you've lost your way-- And if you don't get help quick you won't make it through the day-- Could you call on Lady Day, Could you call on John Coltrane Now ‘cause they'll They'll wash your troubles Your troubles your troubles Your troubles away! Plastic people with plastic minds are on their way to plastic homes-- No beginning there ain't no ending just on and on and on and on and on, it's All because they're so afraid to say that they're alone-- Until our hero rides in, rides in on his saxophone. Could you call on Lady Day, Could you call on John Coltrane Now ‘cause they'll, They'll wash your troubles, Your troubles, your troubles Your troubles away! Ever feel kinda down and out, you don't know just what to do-- Livin' all of your days in darkness let the sun shine through-- Ever feel that somehow, somewhere, you've lost your way-- And if you don't get help quick you won't make it through the day-- Could you call on Lady Day, Could you call on John Coltrane Now ‘cause they'll, They'll wash your troubles, Your troubles, your troubles Your troubles away! Your troubles, your troubles Your troubles away... Your troubles, your troubles Your troubles... |
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| 5. |
| 4:53 |
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Jagged jigsaw pieces
Tossed about the room I saw my grandma sweeping With her old straw broom She didn't know what she was doing She could hardly understand That she was really sweeping up.. Pieces of a man I saw my daddy greet the mailman And I heard the mailman say "Now don't you take this letter to heart now Jimmy Cause they've laid off nine others today" He didn't know what he was saying He could hardly understand That he was only talking to Pieces of a man I saw the thunder and heard the lightning! And felt the burden of his shame And for some unknown reason He never turned my way Pieces of that letter Were tossed about that room And now I hear the sound of sirens Come knifing through the gloom They don't know what they are doing They could hardly understand That they're only arresting Pieces of a man I saw him go to pieces I saw him go to pieces He was always such a good man He was always such a strong man Yeah, I saw him go to pieces I saw him go to pieces |
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| 3:12 |
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I sail out on my paper ship
The sea is made of fire I ride my horse of nuts and bolts We made to never tire The world is just a simple circle I've got to keep on turning, yeah I've got to keep on turning 'Til I fall Down to the top of a mountain Inside a hollow stone I pretend that I'm an iron man, yeah Instead of flesh and bone The world is just a simple circle And it keep on turning, yeah And it keep on turning You've got to Go away I can't stand to see your face Cause you've seen the weakest me And now you know I'm only human Instead of all the things I'd like to be The world is just a simple circle You've got to keep on turning, yeah You've got to keep on turning Or down you fall |
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| 4:01 |
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(What we want to discuss here
are routes out of the ghetto. This is called the "Get Out of the Ghetto" blues.) I know you think you're cool-- LORD, if they bus your kids to school... I know you think you're cool, Just cuz they bus your kids to school. But you ain't got a thing to lose; You just got the get out of the ghetto blues. I know you think you're cool If you're gettin' two WELFARE checks; You done TOLD me you think you're cool Because you're gettin' two WELFARE checks. Yea! But you got ten years to lose (if they catch you) Just tryin' to fight that get out of the ghetto blues. (what it is, what it is.) If he don't catch you in the wash, LORD knows he'll catch you in the rinse. I know you think you're cool Just 'cuz you shooting that stuff in your arm. I seen you nodding 'Cuz you shoot that STUFF into your arm. And it don't matter which pine box you choose: You got the get out of the ghetto blues. Yeah. |
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| 3:21 |
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You always go out of your way to impress me
Don't you know by now, ain't no need to impress me I'm impressed every time you smile When I feel like you mean to smile You can be so very beautiful When you are who you are Every morning when you wake up you put on a new disguise How long did you think it would take me to realize? Girl, the things you wore ain't real You never tell me just how you feel Girl you can be so very beautiful When you are who you are People never seem to want to be themselves So they end up running in circles confused Yeah, confused Just like everyone else Every morning when you wake up you put on a new disguise Just how long did you think it would take me to realize That the things you wore ain't real You never tell me just how you feel When you could be so very beautiful When you are who you are Yeah, when you are who you are, yeah Oh, when you are who you are, yeah When you are who you are, yeah When you are who you are Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it When you are who you are, yeah Oh when you are who you are, yeah Oh when you are who you are, yeah Oh when you are who you are |
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| 5:48 |
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| 10. |
| 5:01 |
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What´s that music playin´ on the radio?
What´s that music playin´ everywhere I go? I don´t think I´ve ever heard a sweeter feelin´ in the whole wide world than that music playin´ in my heart. From time to time the darkness comes along to terrorize the weak and challenge the strong. The storm is coming, it grows on the waves from Johannesburg to Montego Bay. What´s that music playin´ on the radio? What´s that music playin´ everywhere I go? I don´t think I´ve ever seen another music that could make me feel like that music playin´ in my heart. Justice is coming on the wings of the storm. We resist in the present for those yet unborn. Freedom is spreading like the wings of a bird and the message it carries has got to be heard. What´s that music playin´ on the radio? What´s that music playin´ everywhere I go? I don´t think I´ve ever heard a sweeter feelin´ in the whole wide world than that music playin´ in my heart. |
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| 11. |
| 3:31 |
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Find a shadow cast by rainbows
There you’ll meet the sage. Feeding rabbits bits of lettuce or cleaning out the cage. He can give you more direction than you’ve ever known. Show you your bronzed baby shoes Now, my how you have grown! Ain’t it nice to fly? You’re waving as soft clouds go by, But Peace won’t be still of its own free will. Say you want to go exploring; you got to find some truth. Can’t stand one more day of Christians shouting down at you. You say you don’t dig politics that never was your bag. People who could run for office wave their private flag. Ain’t it nice to fly? You’re waving as soft clouds go by, But peace won’t be still of its own free will Ain’t it nice to fly? You’re waving as soft clouds go by, But peace won’t be still of its own free will. |
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| 12. |
| 4:32 |
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Standing in the ruins
Of another Black man's life, or flying through the valley They're separating day and night. "I am death," cried the Vulture. "For the people of the light." Charon brought his raft and came from the sea that sails on souls, And saw the scavenger departing, taking warm hearts to the cold. He knew the ghetto was the haven for the meanest creature ever known. In a wilderness of heartbreak and a desert of despair, Evil's clarion of justice shrieks a cry of naked terror. He's taking babies from their mommas and leaving grief beyond compare. So if you see the Vulture coming, he's flying circles in your mind, Remember there is no escaping for he will follow close behind. Only promised me a battle, battle for your soul and mine. He taking babies from their momas And he's leaving Leaving Leaving Leaving Leaving |
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| 3:29 |
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I'm gonna take myself a piece of sunshine
And paint it all over my sky Be no rain.. Be no rain.. I'm gonna take the song from every bird And make em sing it just for me Bird's got something to teach us all About being free, yeah Be no rain.. Be no rain.. And I think I'll call it morning From now on Why should I survive on sadness? And tell myself I got to be alone Why should I subscribe to this world's madness? Knowing that I've got to live on Yeah I think I'll call it morning From now on I'm gonna take myself a piece of sunshine And paint it all over my sky Be no rain... Be no rain... I'm gonna take the song from every bird And make them sing it just for me Cause why should I hang my head Why should I let tears fall from my eyes? When I've seen everything there is to see And I know there is no sense in crying I know there ain't no sense in crying Yeah I think I'll call it morning From now on I'll call it morning from now on, yeah Cause there ain't gonna be no rain Be no rain Be no rain From now on... |
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| 4:48 |
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A circle spinning faster
And getting larger all the time A whirlpool spelled disaster For all the people who don't rhyme Him who don't fit through the needle's eye Him who just don't understand Understand, understand, understand A brand new sense of freedom A brand new sense of time Him may go and stand alone now And leave the hate and fear behind All the millions spent for killing Seems the whole world must be dying All the children who go hungry How much food we could be buying Him who don't fit through the needle's eye Him who just don't understand Understand, understand, understand A brand new sense of freedom A brand new sense of time Him may go and stand alone now And the leave the hate and fear behind People wake up every morning And simply push their lives aside They seem to carry all their feelings Crushed and crumbled up inside Inside, inside, inside Him who don't fit through the needle's eye Him who just don't understand So I went to see my father Many questions on my mind But he didn't want to answer me God, the whole world must be blind Him who don't fit through the needle's eye Him may someday go insane Insane, insane, insane Without a brand new sense of freedom A brand new sense of time Him may go and stand alone now And leave the hate and fear behind, yeah, behind |
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| 5:04 |
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It's a sign of the ages
Markings on my mind A Man at the crossroads At odds with an angry sky There can be no salvation There can be no rest Until all old customs Are put to the test The gods are all angry You hear from the breeze As night slams like a hammer Yeah, and you drop to your knees The questions can't be answered You're always haunted by the past The world's full of children Who grew up too fast Yeah, but where can you run Since there ain't no world of your own And you know that no one will ever miss you, yeah yeah yeah When you're finally gone So you cry like a baby, a baby Or you go out and get high But there ain't no peace on Earth, man Maybe peace when you die, yeah |
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| 4:27 |
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If you're driving through the country on a lazy afternoon
Or you're watching your children playing after school They seem to be so unaware of The things that they soon have to take care of We've got to do something to save the children Soon it will be their turn to try and save the world Right now they seem to play such a small part of The things that they soon be right at the heart of My little Tommy he said he wants to be a fireman And little Mary she said she got to teach school If we know all we say we know about the problems Why can't we do something to try and solve them We've got to do something to save the children Soon it will be their turn to try and save the world We got to do something to save the children To save the children To save the children |
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