Tears of Rage

Harlem Streets - Immortal Technique

Yeah.... Harlem streets stay flooded in white powder
Like those mother fuckers runnin' away from the twin towers
Gun shots rock the earth like a meteor shower
Bowling For Columbine, fair, giving the media power
Innocence devoured like a chicken spot snack box
Government cocain cooked into ghetto crack rock
Corrupt cops false testimony at your arraignment
Check to check, constant struggle to make the payments
Working your whole life wondering where the day went
The subway stays pakced like a multi-cultural slave ship
It's rush hour, 2:30 to 8, non stoppin'
And people coming home after corporate share croppin
And **** flossin, mothers are trying to feed children
But gentrification is kicking them out of their building
A generation of babies born without health care
Families homeless, thrown the **** off the welfare

Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?

It's like Cambodia the killing fields uptown
We live in distress and hang the flag upside down
The sound of conservative politicians on television
People in the hood are blind so they tell us to listen
They vote for us to go to war instantly
But none of their kids serve in the infantry
The odds are stacked against us like a casino
Think about it, most of the army is black and latino
And if you can't acknowledge the reality of my words
You're just another stupid mother ****** out on the curb
Trying to escape from the ghetto with your ignorant ways
But you can't read history at an illiterate stage
And you can't raise a family on minimum wage
Why the **** do you think most of us are locked in a cage
I give niggaz the truth, cause they pride is indigent
You better off rich and guilty than poor and innocent
But I'm sick of feeling impotent watching the world burn
In the era of apocalypse waiting my turn
I'm a Harlem nigga that's concerned with the future
And if you're in my way it'd be an honor to shoot ya
Up root ya with the evil that grows in my people
Making them deceitful, cannibalistic and lethal
But I see through the mentality implanted in us
And I educate my fam about who we should trust

Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?

C'est quoi le problème?
Qu'on se le dise
Vu qu'on en parle
Qu'on se le précise
Parlons d'amour
Et de désir
D'ivresse et de vertige

On n'est pas seul
À être givré par le vrai
Pas les premiers
À figer devant l'inédit
Donc c'est quoi le problème?

Qu'on se l'avoue
Qu'on se l'admette
Qu'on se laisse étourdir
Déménageons le gris ailleurs
Et la grisaille entre nous

On n'est pas seul
À rôder dans ces couloirs
Pas les premiers
S'aventurer sans surveillance
Donc c'est quoi le problème?
La surveillance?
Oui, c'est quoi le problème?
La surveillance?

Encore les vieux mots
Pour les mêmes peurs
Pour les mêmes blessures
Étourdis-moi, que je tienne à toi
Et que je me perde de vue

On n'est pas seul
Se moquer de ces moeurs
Pas les premiers
Qui cherchent à nommer leurs
sentiments
Donc c'est quoi le problème?
C'est quoi le problème?


Paroles et musique: Jim Corcoran

This thread is extraordinary.

Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you have gone
Since old Oklahoma's sand hills you did roam?
Is it Heaven's wide streets that you're tying the reins
Or single footing somewheres below

Eight lovers they say combed your waving black hair
Eight men knew the feel of your dark velvet waist
Eight men heard the sounds of your tan leather skirt
Eight men heard the bark of the guns that you wore

Cole Younger was your first and the father of your girl
And the name that you picked for your daughter was Pearl
Cole robbed a bank and he drawed the life line
But I heard he was pardoned after twenty years time

Your Cherokee love, Blue Duck was his name
He loved you in the sand hill before your great fame
I heard he stopped a bullet in 1885
And your Blue Duck's no longer alive

You took Jim Reed to your warm wedded bed
And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed
A pal killed Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon

Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him well
He rode with the James boys out down the long trail
They caught him in Minnesota along with the gang
He died down in jail in the cell or the chain

You loved Mr. William Clarke Quantrill
And his Civil War guerrillas in the Missouri hills
He hit Lawrence Kansas and fought them still
And when he rode out, two hundred lay killed

They say could have, they whispered you might
Have loved Frank James on a couple of nights
He fought the Midland Railroad almost to death
Then in 1915 Frank drawed his last breath

They say it could be, they say maybe so
That you loved Jesse James, that desperado
Jesse got married, had a wife and a son
Was shot down at home by the Ford brothers' guns

Belle Starr, Belle Starr, your time's getting late
But how is Jim Younger, did you hear his fate?
He was jailed and then pardoned for all he had done
And he blowed his own brains out in nineteen and one


Eight lovers they say combed your waving black hair
Eight men knew the feel of your dark velvet waist
Eight men heard the sounds of your tan leather skirt
Eight men heard the bark of the guns that you wore
Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you have gone
Since old Oklahoma's sand hills you did roam?
Is it Heaven's wide streets that you're tying the reins
Or single footing somewheres below

If you miss me at the back of the bus
You can't find me nowhere
Oh come on over to the front of the bus
Because I'll be riding up there
I'll be riding up there, I'll be riding up there
Come on over to the front of the bus
Because I'll be riding up there

If you miss me on the picket line
You can't find me nowhere
Come on over to the city jail
Because I'll be rooming over there
I'll be rooming over there
I'll be rooming over there oh
Come on over to the city jail
Because I'll be rooming over there

If you miss me at the Mississippi river
You can't find me nowhere
Come on over to the swimming pool
Because I'll be swimming over there
I'll be swimming over there, over there
I'll be swimming right there
Come on over to the swimming pool
Because I'll be swimming over there

If you miss me in the cotton fields
You can't find me nowhere
Come on over to the voting booth
Because I'll be a voting right there
I'll be voting right there, right there
I'll be voting right there
Well come on over to the voting booth
Because I'll be voting right there

Has anybody here seen my old friend Abraham?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good they die young.
You know, I just looked around and he's gone.

Anybody here seen my old friend John?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good they die young.
I just looked around and he's gone.

Anybody here seen my old friend Martin?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good they die young.
I just looked 'round and he's gone.

Didn't you love the things that they stood for?
Didn't they try to find some good for you and me?
And we'll be free
Some day soon, and it's a-gonna be one day ...

Anybody here seen my old friend Bobby?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
I thought I saw him walk up over the hill,
With Abraham, Martin and John.

ah Dion during his good days.

Keep away from Wanderer and Run Around Sue.

I used to be a sailor
Who sailed across the seas
But now I'm just an island
Since they took my boat away from me
Oh no

I don't like being stationary
I like the rocky wavy motions of the sea
I sit and rot behind these padded walls
Hoping one day they'll fall
And set me free

He wrote his epitaph
He wrote his eulogy
It said: I think I can die now
For my true love won't come for me
Oh no

I don't like being stationary
I like the rocky wavy motions of the sea
I sit and rot behind these padded walls
Hoping one day they'll fall
And set me free

I used to be a sailor
Who sailed across the seas
But now I'm just an island
Since they took my boat away from me
Oh no

I don't like being stationary
I like the rocky wavy motions of the sea
I sit and rot behind these padded walls
Hoping one day they'll fall
And set me free

Set me free
Set me free
Set me free



Tracy Chapman -

Johnny Cash - Ballad Of Ira Hayes Lyrics

CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land

Down the ditches for a thousand years
The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
'Till the white man stole the water rights
And the sparklin' water stopped

Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed

CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war


There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again

And when the fight was over
And when Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes

CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Ira returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand

But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no crops, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
And when did the Indians dance

CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
Jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
like you'd throw a dog a bone!

He died drunk one mornin'
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes

CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died

Man In Black

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.

U2 - The Wanderer (featuring Johnny Cash)

I went out walking
Through streets paved with gold
Lifted some stones
Saw the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul
I went out walking
Under an atomic sky
Where the ground won't turn
And the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye

Yeah I went with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering

I went drifting
Through the capitals of tin
Where men can't walk
Or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in
I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens like to sit
They say they want the kingdom
But they don't want God in it

I went out riding
Down that old eight lane
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name

I went with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you

I went out there
In search of experience
To taste and to touch
And to feel as much
As a man can
Before he repents

I went out searching
Looking for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his father's right hand
I went out walking
With a bible and a gun
The word of God lay heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one
Now Jesus, don't you wait up
Jesus, I'll be home soon
Yeah I went out for the papers
Told her I'd be back by noon

Yeah I left with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you

Yeah I left with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering

My bills are all due and the babies need shoes but I'm busted
Cotton is down to a quater a pound and I'm busted
I've got a cow that went dry and a hen that won't lay
A big stack of bills that get bigger each day
The County will haul my belongings away I'm busted!

I went to my brother to ask for a loan I was busted
I hate to beg like a dog for a bone but I'm busted
My brother said there ain't a thing I can do
My wife and my kids are all down with the flu
And I was just thinking of calling on you I'm busted!

Lord I'm no thief but a man can go wrong when he's busted
The food that we canned last summer is gone and I'm busted
The fields are all bare and the cotton won't grow
Me and my family's gotta pack up and go
Where I'll make a livin' the Lord only knows but I'm busted!

J-Live
Satisfied?

Hey yo
Lights, camera, tragedy, comedy, romance
You better dance from your fighting stance
Or you'll never have a fighting chance
In the rat race
Where the referee's son started way in advance
But still you livin' the American Dream
Silk PJ's, sheets and down pillows
Who the f**k would wanna wake up?
You got it good like hot sex after the break up
Your four car garage it's just more space to take up
You even bought your mom a new whip scrap the jalopy
Thousand dollar habit, million dollar hobby
You a success story everybody wanna copy
But few work for it, most get jerked for it
If you think that you could ignore it, you're ig-norant
A fat wallet still never made a man free
They say to eat good, yo, you gotta swallow your pride
But dead that game plan, I'm not satisfied

The poor get worked, the rich get richer
The world gets worse, do you get the picture?
The poor gets dead, the rich get depressed
The ugly get mad, the pretty get stressed
The ugly get violent, the pretty get gone
The old get stiff, the young get stepped on
Whoever told you that it was all good lied
So throw your fists up if you not satisfied

Are you satisfied?
I'm not satisfied

Hey yo, the ants still steal
The anthrax got my whole earth wearin' a mask and gloves to get a meal
I know a older guy that lost twelve close peeps on 9-1-1
While you kickin' up punchlines and puns
Man f**k that ****, this is serious biz
By the time Bush is done, you won't know what time it is
If it's war time or jail time, time for promises
And time to figure out where the enemy is
The same devils that you used to love to hate
They got you so gassed and shook now, you scared to debate
The same ones that traded books for guns

Smuggled drugs for funds
And had fun lettin' off forty-one
But now it's all about NYPD caps
And Pentagon bumper stickers
But yo, you still a nigga
It ain't right them cops and them firemen died
The **** is real tragic, but it damn sure ain't magic
It won't make the brutality disappear
It won't pull equality from behind your ear
It won't make a difference in a two-party country
If the president cheats, to win another four years
Now don't get me wrong, there's no place I'd rather be
The grass ain't greener on the other genocide
But tell Huey Freeman don't forget to cut the lawn
And uproot the weeds
Cuz I'm not satisfied

The poor get worked, the rich get richer
The world gets worse, do you get the picture?
The poor gets dead, the rich get depressed
The ugly get mad, the pretty get stressed
The ugly get violent, the pretty get gone
The old get stiff, the young get stepped on
Whoever told you that it was all good lied
So throw your fists up if you not satisfied

All this genocide
Is not justified
Are you satisfied?
I'm not satisfied

Yo, poison pushers making paper off of pipe dreams
They turned hip-hop to a get-rich-quick scheme
The rich minorities control the gov'ment
But they would have you believe we on the same team
So where you stand, huh?
What do you stand for?
Sit your ass down if you don't know the answer
Serious as cancer, this jam demands your undivided attention
Even on the dance floor
Grab the bull by the horns, the bucks by the antlers
Get yours, what're you sweatin' the next man for?
Get down, feel good to this, let it ride
But until we all free, I'll never be satisfied

The poor get worked, the rich get richer
The world gets worse, do you get the picture?
The poor gets dead, the rich get depressed
The ugly get mad, the pretty get stressed
The ugly get violent, the pretty get gone
The old get stiff, the young get stepped on
Whoever told you that it was all good lied
So throw your fists up if you not satisfied

Are you satisfied?
(whoever told you that it was all good lied)
I'm not satisfied
(Throw your fists up if you not satisfied)
Are you satisfied?
(Whoever told you that it was all good lied)
I'm not satisfied
(So throw your fists up)
(So throw your fists up)
(Throw your fists up)

GOD & THE FBI
(Janis Ian)

MAMA'S MAKING MIMEOS
PETE'S ON THE STEREO
SINGING 'BOUT FREEDOM
BUGS IN THE BEDROOM
BIG INVESTIGATION
BE PATIENT
BET YOU DIDN'T KNOW
YOU WERE A DANGER TO THE NATION
SEARCH AND SEIZURE
BUY YOURSELF A LAWYER
WE KNOW YOU'RE A MEMBER
SAW YOU UNDER COVER
ARE YOU HIDING EVIDENCE
NONE OF THIS MAKES ANY SENSE

(chorus)
THEY CALLED THE FBI
I HAD TO DISAPPEAR
CALLED THE G-MEN, T-MEN, SEE YOU AT THE SCENE MEN
TOLD 'EM I WAS HIDING HERE
THEY COULD FINGERPRINT MY HEART
THEY'D TEAR MY WORLD APART
'CAUSE AIN'T NO PLACE FOR A FACE TO HIDE
FROM GOD AND THE FBI

COMMIES, PINKOS
REDS AT THE WINDOWS
FOREIGN AGITATORS
RUNNING ELEVATORS
J. EDGAR HOOVER IN A PINK TUTU
INVESTIGATING ANYONE WHO THINKS LIKE YOU
WELCOME TO THE FIFTIES
YOU LOOK A LITTLE SHIFTY

THEY CALLED THE FBI
I HAD TO DISAPPEAR
CALLED THE G-MEN, T-MEN, SEE YOU AT THE SCENE MEN
TOLD 'EM I WAS HIDING HERE
THEY COULD FINGERPRINT MY HEART
TEAR MY WORLD APART
AIN'T NO HOLE FOR A SOUL TO HIDE
FROM GOD AND THE FBI

STAY FLAT, DON'T RAT
WHAT'S A PROLETARIAT
STALIN WAS A DEMOCRAT
WASHINGTON IS WHERE IT'S AT
EVERY POLITICIAN
IS A SEWER OF AMBITION
HIDE ME, HIDE YOU
BETTER HIDE THE BABY TOO
WE DEMAND AN INTERVIEW
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN A JEW
WE CAN MAKE YOU TESTIFY
FREEDOM IS NO ALIBI

THEY CALLED THE FBI
I HAD TO DISAPPEAR
CALLED THE G-MEN, T-MEN, SEE YOU AT THE SCENE MEN
TOLD 'EM I WAS HIDING HERE
FINGERPRINT MY HEART
TEAR MY WORLD APART
'CAUSE AIN'T NO PLACE FOR A FACE TO HIDE
FROM GOD AND THE FBI






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Words & music by paul simon

Many's the time I've been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
Oh, but I'm alright, I'm alright
I'm just weary to my bones
Still, you don't expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far a-way from home, so far away from home

I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
Or driven to it's knees
Oh, but it's alright, it's alright
For we lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the
Road we're traveling on
I wonder what's gone wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong

And I dreamed I was dying
I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying
And high up above my eyes could clearly see
The statue of liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying

We come on the ship they call the mayflower
We come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the a-ge's most uncertain hours
And sing an american tune
Oh, and it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
You can't be forever blessed
Still, tomorrow's going to be another working day
And I'm trying to get some rest
That's all I'm trying to get some rest

Black girl black girl
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines in the pines
I been shivering
The wole night through
Black girl black girl
Where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
You caused me to weep
You caused me to mourn
You caused me to leave my home

My husband was a railroad man
Killed a mile and a half from here
His head was caught in a driving wheel
And his body has never been found

When I was a little baby,
My Mama would rock me in the cradle
In them there, ol' cotton fields at home
When I was a little baby,
My Mama would rock me in the cradle
In them there, ol' cotton fields at home

Oh when them cotton balls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them there, ol' cotton fields at home
It was down in Louisiana,
Just a mile from Texarkana
In them there ol' cotton fields at home.

Now it may sound very funny,
But you didn't make very much money,
In them there, ol' cotton fields at home
Yes it might sound very funny,
But you didn't make very much money,
In them there, ol' cotton fields at home

Oh when them cotton balls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them there, ol' cotton fields at home
It was down in Louisiana,
Just a mile from Texarkana
In them there ol' cotton fields at home.

I was over in Arkansas,
When the sheriff asked me
"What did you come here for ?"
In them there, ol' cotton fields at home
Yes I was over in Arkansas,
When the sheriff asked me
"What did you come here for ?"
In them there, ol' cotton fields at home

Oh when them cotton balls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them there, ol' cotton fields at home
It was down in Louisiana,
Just a mile from Texarkana
In them there ol' cotton fields at home.

Dust Bowl Refugee.

I'm a dust bowl refugee,
Just a dust bowl refugee,
From that dust bowl to the peach bowl,
Now that peach fuzz is killing me.

Cross the mountains to the sea,
Come the wife and kids and me.
It's a hot old dusty highway
For the dust bowl refugees.

Hard, it's always been that way,
Here today and on our way
Down the mountain, cross the desert,
Just a dust bowl refugee.

We are ramblers, so they say,
We are only here today,
Then we travel with the seasons,
We're the dust bowl refugees.

From the south land to the drouth land,
Come the wife and kids and me,
And this old world is a hard world
For a dust bowl refugee.

Yes, we ramble and we roam
And the highway that's our home,
It's a never-ending highway
For a dust bowl refugee.

Yes we wander and we work
In your crops and in your fruit,
Like the whirlwinds in the desert
That's the dust bowl refugees.

I'm a dust bowl refugee,
I'm a dust bowl refugee,
And I wonder will I always
Be a dust bowl refugee?

Society's Child
(Janis Ian)

COME TO MY DOOR, BABY
FACE IS CLEAN AND SHINING BLACK AS NIGHT
MY MAMA WENT TO ANSWER
YOU KNOW THAT YOU LOOKED SO FINE
NOW I COULD UNDERSTAND THE TEARS & THE SHAME
SHE CALLED YOU BOY INSTEAD OF YOUR NAME
WHEN SHE WOULDN'T LET YOU INSIDE
WHEN SHE TURNED AND SAID
"BUT HONEY, HE'S NOT OUR KIND"

SHE SAYS I CAN'T SEE YOU ANY MORE, BABY
CAN'T SEE YOU ANY MORE

WALK ME DOWN TO SCHOOL, BABY
EVERYBODY'S ACTING DEAF AND BLIND
UNTIL THEY TURN AND SAY
"WHY DON'T YOU STICK TO YOUR OWN KIND"
MY TEACHERS ALL LAUGH, THEIR SMIRKING STARES
CUTTING DEEP DOWN IN OUR AFFAIRS
PREACHERS OF EQUALITY
THINK THEY BELIEVE IT
THEN WHY WON'T THEY JUST LET US BE?

THEY SAY I CAN'T SEE YOU ANY MORE, BABY
CAN'T SEE YOU ANY MORE

ONE OF THESE DAYS I'M GONNA STOP MY LISTENING
GONNA RAISE MY HEAD UP HIGH
ONE OF THESE DAYS I'M GONNA RAISE UP
MY GLISTENING WINGS AND FLY
BUT THAT DAY WILL HAVE TO WAIT FOR A WHILE
BABY, I'M ONLY SOCIETY'S CHILD
WHEN WE'RE OLDER, THINGS MAY CHANGE
BUT FOR NOW THIS IS THE WAY THEY MUST REMAIN

I SAY I CAN'T SEE YOU ANY MORE, BABY
CAN'T SEE YOU ANY MORE
NO, I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU ANY MORE
BABY