John Lennon - SOMETIMES IN NEW YORK CITY : 12 Juin 1972
Woman is the Nigger of the World
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 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 is above us
Woman is the nigger of the world...
yes she is.
If you don’t belive me
Take a look to the one you’re with
Woman is the slaves of the slaves
Ah yeah...better screem 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 would 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 belive me
Take a look to the one you’re with
Woman is the slaves of the slaves
Yeah, think about it ...
We insult her everyday 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
W we put her down for being so dumb
Woman is the nigger of the world...yes she is
If you don’t belive me take a look to the one you’re with
Woman is the slaves of the slaves
Yes she is...if you belive me, you better screem about it.
Répétition :
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
Sisters, O Sisters
"Male Chauvinist Pig Engineer, Ha! Ha !"
"Right On, Sister !"
We Lost Our Green Land, We Lost Our Clean Air,
We Lost Our True Wisdom And We Live In Despair.
O Sisters, O Sisters, Let's Stand Up Right Now,
It's Never Too Late To Start From The Start.
O Wisdom, O Wisdom, That's What We Ask For,
And, Yes, My Dear Sisters, We Must Learn To Ask.
Wisdom, O Wisdom, That's What We Ask For,
That's What We Live For No-Oo-Ow.
Wisdom, O Wisdom, That's What We Ask For,
That's What We Live For No-Oo-Ow.
O Sisters, O Sisters, Let's Wake Up Right Now,
It's Never Too Late To Shout From Our Hearts.
O Freedom, O Freedom, That's What We Fight For,
And, Yes, My Dear Sisters, We Must Learn To Fight.
Freedom, O Freedom, That's What We Ask For,
That's What We Live For No-Oo-Ow.
O Freedom, O Freedom, That's What We Ask For,
That's What We Live For No-Oo-Ow.
O Sisters, O Sisters, Let's Give Up No More,
It's Never Too Late To Build A New World.
O New World, O New World, That's What We Live For,
And, Yes, My Dear Sisters, We Must Learn To Live.
New World, O New World, That's What We Live For,
That's What We Must Now Learn To Build.
O New World, O New World, That's What We Live For,
That's What We Must Now Learn To Build.
New World, O New World, That's What We Live For,
That's What We Must Now Learn To Build.
O New World, O New World, That's What We Live For,
That's What We Must Now Learn To Build.
Attica State
What a waste of human power
What a waste of human lives,
shoot the prisioners in the towers
Forthy-three poor widowed wives
Media blames it on the prisioners,
But the prisioners did not kill
Rockefeller pulled the trigger
That’s what the people feel.
Attica, Attica state,
We’re all mates with Attica state.
Free the prisioners, free the judges
Free all the prisioners everywhere,
All they want is truth and justice
All they need is love and care
They all live in suffocation,
Let’s not wathc them die in sorrow,
Now’s the time for revolution,
Give them all chance to grow.
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....
We are all mattes, we all live in..
Attica, Attica, Attica state.
Born in a Prison
We are born in a prison,
Raised in a prison
Send to a prision called school,
We cry in a prison,
We love in a prison,
We live in a prison, like fools.
Choeur :
Wood becomes a flut when it’s loved,
reach for your self and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when it’s broken,
Look in a mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live with no reason,
Kicked around for no reason,
Thrown out without reason
like tools.
Work in a prison
And hate in aprison
And die in a prison as a rule.
Choeur
We live in a prison
Among judges and wardnes
And wait for no reason or use
We laugh in a prison,
Go through all four seasons
And die with no vision or truth
Choeur
New York City
Standing on the corner
Just me and Yoko Ono
We was waiting for jerry to land
Up come a man with the guitar in his hand
Singing 'have a marijuana if you can'
His name was Davis Peel
And we found that he was real
He sangs 'The pope smokes dope everyday'
Up come a police man shoved us up the street
Singin, 'power to the people today!'
New York City...New York City...New York City
Que pasa New York City ?...Que pasa New York City ?
Well we went 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 !
Well we played some funky boogie
And laid some tutti frutti
Singing 'Long tall sally’s a man'
Up come a preachman trying to be a teacher
Singing 'God’s a red herring in grag !'
New York City...New York City...New York City
Que pasa New York City ?...Que pasa New York City ?
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 ud 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 City ?...Que pasa New York City ?
New York City down in the village
What a bad-ass city !
Que pasa New York City ?...Que pasa New York City ?
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Well it was sunday bloody sunday
When they shot the people there
The crys of thirteen marty martyrs
Filled the free derry air.
Is there any one among you
Dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding
When they nailed the coffin lidds!
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
Oh this sweet emerald asle.
When Stormont bans our marchers
They’ve got a lot to learn
Internment is no answer
It’s those mother’s turn to burn !
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday’s the day !
You anglo pigs and scotties
Sent to colonize the north
You wave your bloody
Union Jacks
And you know what it’s worth!
How dare you hold on 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 !
Yes it’s always bloody sunday
In the concentration camps
Keep Falls and roads 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 !
The Luck of the Irish
If you have the luck of the irish,
You’d be sorry and wish you were dead
You shold have the luck of the irish
And you’d wish you was English instead!
A thousand years of torture and hunger
Drove the people away from their land,
A land full of beutty and wonder
Was raped by the british
Brigands! Goddman! Goddman!
If you could keep voices like flowers
There’d be aharmock all over the world.
If you could drink dreams like the irish streams
Then the world would be high
As the mountain of morn
In the Pool they told us the story
How the english divided the land,
Of the pain, the death and the glory
And the poets of auld Eireland
If we could make chains with the morning dew
The world would be like galeway Bay
Let’s walk over rainbows like leprechauns
The world would beone big Blarney stone
Why the hell are the English there anyway ?
As they kill with god on their side !
Blame it all on the kids and the IRA !
As the bastards commit genocide
Aye ! Aye !
Genocide !
If you had the luck of the irish
You should have the luck of the irish
You’d be sorry and wish you were dead
And you’s wish you were english instead !
Yes you’d wish you was english instead !
John Sinclair
It ain’t fair, John Sinclair
In the stir of breathing air
Won’t you care for John Sinclair?
In the stair of breathing air.
Let him be, set him free
Let him be like you and me.
They give him ten for two
What else can the judges do?
Gotta, gotta... gotta, set him free.
If he had 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
Breatthing air, like you and me
They gave me ten for two
What more can the judges do?
Gotta, gotta....gottta set him free.
Was he jailed for what he done?
Representing everyone
Free john now, if we can
From the clutches oof the man
Let him free, lift the lid
Bring him to his wife and kids.
They gave me ten for two
What more can the bastards do ?
Gotta, gotta...gotta set him free.
Angela
Angela, they put you in prison
Angela, they shot down your man
Angela, you`re one of the millions of political prisioners in the world.
Sister, there´s wind that never dies
Sister, we´re breathing together
Sister, our loves and hopes forever keep
on moving oh so slowly in the world.
Angela, can you hear the earth is turning ?
Angela, the world watches you.
Angela, you soon will be
returning to your sisters and brothers of the world.
Sister, you`re still a people teacher
Sister, your word reaches far
Sister, there`s a million
different races but we all
share the same future in the world.
Choeur :
They gave you sunshine
They gave you sea
They gave you everything but the jailhouse key.
They gave you coffee
They gave you tea
They gave you everything but equality.
We are all Water
There may be not much difference
Between Chairmon Mao and Richard Nixon
If we strip them naked.
There may be not much difference
Between Marylin Monroe and Lenny Bruce
If we check their coffins.
There may be not much difference
Between White House and and Hall of People
If we count their windows.
There may be not much difference
Between Raquel Welch and Jerry Rubin
If we hear their heartbeat.
Choeur :
We are all water from different rivers
That’s why it’s so easy to to meet
We are all water in this vast, vast ocean
Someday we’ll evaporate together.
There may be not much difference
Between Eldridge Cleaver and Queen of England
If we bottle their tears.
There may be not much difference
Between Charles Manson and the Pope
If we press their smile
There may be not much difference
Between Rockefeller and you
If we hear you sing.
There may be not much difference
Between Rockefeller and you
If we show our dreams
--Disque 2 --
COLD TURKEY
Yes, We'd Like To Do A Number. This Song Is About Pain.
Temp'rature's Risin', 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 Nobody, 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.
Oh ! Oh ! Oh !
Turkey Has Got Me On The Run.
Thirty-Six Hours Rollin' In Pain,
Prayin' 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.
Well, Cold Turkey Has Got Me On The Run.
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh !!
DON'T WORRY KYOKO
John, I Love You! Britain, You Killed Hanratty, You Murderer!
You Killed Hanratty!
Hanratty! Hanratty! Hanratty!
Kyoko, Kyoko, Kyoko, Kyoko,
Kyoko, Kyoko, Kyoko, Kyoko,
Kyoko, Kyoko, Kyoko, Kyoko,
Kyoko, Kyoko, Kyoko, Kyoko.
Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry,
Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry,
Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry,
Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry,
Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry.
Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry,
Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry,
Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry,
Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry,
Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry.
Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry,
Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry,
Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry.
Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry,
Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry,
Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry,
Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry,
Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry,
Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry,
Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry,
Don't Worry, Don't Worry, Don't Worry.
WELL (Baby, Please Don't Go)
Hey! Sit Down And Cool It For A Minute So We Can Hear What We're Gonna Do.
And Those Of You In The Band
Who Have No Idea What's About To Happen, This Is In A Minor And It's Not Standard
Blues Changes.
Oh, My God! But It's Close!
This Is A Song That I Used To Sing When I Was In The Cavern In Liverpool. I
Haven't Done It Since So...
2, 3, 4 !
You Know I Love You, Baby, Please Don't Go, Well, Well,
You Know I Love You, Baby, Please Don't Go, Well, Well,
You Know I Love You, Honey Child,
There's Nothing That I Wouldn't Do For You At Night.
You Know I Love You, Baby, Please Don't Go, Well.
You Know I Love You, Baby, Please Don't Go;
You Know I Love You, Baby, Please Don't Go, Uh -
You Know I Love You, Honey Child,
There's Nothing That I Wouldn't Do For You At Night.
You Know I Love You, Baby, Please Don't Go, Well.
Zappa!
You Know I Want You, Baby, Please Don't Go, Well, Well;
You Know I Want You, Baby, Please Don't Go,
You Know I Love You, Honey Child,
There's Nothing That I Wouldn't Do For You Right Now.
You Know I Want You, Baby, Please Don't Go, Well.
Well, You Know I Love You, Baby, Please Don't Go, Well;
You Know I Love You, Baby, Please Don't Go,
You Know I Love You, Honey Child,
Nothing That I Wouldn't Do For You Right Now.
I Know I Love You, Baby, Please Don't Go, Well, Well.
Hey!
SCUMBAG
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)
Good Night, Boys And Girls !
La chanson de Lucy, par Mumu
