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Nancy Hanks
02:18
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If Nancy Hanks came back as a ghost
Seeking news of what she loved most
She´d ask first where is my son
What´s happened to Abe? What´s he done?
Poor little Abe left all alone
Except for Tom who´s a rolling stone
He was only nine the year I died
I remember still how hard he cried.
Scrapin´ along in a little shack
With hardly a shirt to cover his back
And prairie winds to blow him down
Or pinchin´times if he went to town
Four score and seven years ago
Our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation,
Conceived in liberty,
And dedicated to the proposition
That all men are created equal. (and women)
You wouldn´t know about my son
Did he grow tall? Did he have fun?
Did he learn to read? Did he get to town?
Do you know his name? Did he get on?
Mommy dearest come to me
Mommy dearest hear my plea
Mommy dearest where are you?
Mommy dearest I love you
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2. |
Our Bog Is Dood
05:00
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Our Bog is dood, our Bog is dood,
They lisped in accents mild,
But when I asked them to explain
They grew a little wild.
How do you know your Bog is dood
My darling little child?
We know because we wish it so
That is enough, they cried,
And straight within each infant eye
Stood up the flame of pride,
And if you do not think it so
You shall be crucified.
Then tell me, darling little ones,
What's dood, suppose Bog is?
Just what we think, the answer came,
Just what we think it is.
They bowed their heads. Our Bog is ours
And we are wholly his.
But when they raised them up again
They had forgotten me
Each one upon each other glared
In pride and misery
For what was dood, and what their Bog
They never could agree.
Oh sweet it was to leave them then,
And sweeter not to see,
And sweetest of all to walk alone
Beside the encroaching sea,
The sea that soon should drown them all,
That never yet drowned me.
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3. |
I´m Nobody
03:44
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I´m nobody
Who are you?
I´m nobody
Are you nobody too?
A pair of us
Don´t you dare tell
They´d banish us
Straight to hell
Don´t you know
I´m nobody
Who are you? (who are you?)
I´m nobody
Are you nobody too? (are you nobody too?)
Being somebody
A man among mice (a man among mice)
Being somebody
You sacrifice (you sacrifice)
Living your life
Under scrutiny (under scrutiny)
No warm blankets
Of privacy
You can have my fifteen minutes of fame
I don´t want it, don´t wanna be a household name
Don´t get me wrong, the fortune would be nice
But in the end I´ve seen the piper pay the price
The piper always pays the price
I´m nobody
Who are you (who are you?)
I´m nobody
Are you nobody too (are you nobody too?)
I´m nobody
Who are you?
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4. |
Not Waving But Drowning
03:26
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Nobody heard him, the dead man,
Still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought (X 3)
And not waving... but drowning.
Poor guy always loved playin´
Now he’s dead
Must have been too cold his heart gave way, ( X 3)
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life (X 3)
And not waving... but drowning.
But drowning...
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The Station
04:52
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Deep down in our minds eye
We think we´re on a trip.
The train is speeding down the tracks.
The landscape flies by quick.
Children wave at crossings.
Cows graze on a hill.
Smoke pours out of the power plants,
Rows and rows of fields.
Flatlands change to valleys,
Hills to mountains tall.
City skyline in the distance,
Busy shopping malls.
First thing on all our minds,
Where we will end up.
Crowds will cheer when we arrive,
We´ll win the golden cup.
Don´t ask me who the whistle blows for,
It blows for you.
We´re speeding towards the station,
Our final rendezvous.
Don´t ask me who the whistle blows for,
It blows for you my friend.
We´re speeding towards the station
The station´s a dead end.
We´re speeding towards the station
The station´s a dead end.
Oh what fun we dream about,
As we pace the aisles.
Anticipation´s killing us,
Just one more blessed mile.
Someday I will get that girl,
I will own that car,
The kids will all finish school
Then I can retire.
So much easier said than done
But we must realize,
Our beloved station
Will never materialize
The station´s always just ahead,
Just around the bend.
The station is a dream that lives
Only in our heads.
It´s all in our heads oh....
It´s not the stuff of here and now that
Drives us all to drink.
It´s painful times of yesterday,
Frettin´ what tomorrow brings.
Try to cry a little less,
Laugh a little more.
Dance and play all that you can.
What you waitin´ for?
Don´t ask me who the whistle blows for,
It blows for you.
We´re speeding towards the station,
Our final rendezvous.
Don´t ask me who the whistle blows for,
It blows for you my friend.
We´re speeding towards the station
The station´s a dead end.
I know it´s easier said than done but
Try and comprehend,
The station´s a dead end.
It´s just around the bend.
The station´s a dead end.
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6. |
Citizen Rage
04:59
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I witness history
The working man, that´s me.
I feed and clothe the world.
I find a pretty girl.
Storms pass through my world.
Someday I dream I´ll...
Rage against the machine
Rage against the politics so obscene.
Rage not just look away.
Rage at the system´s decay.
War is waging still.
Forget and pay the bills.
Growl as my blood spills.
Forget and take a pill.
Some day I won´t forget
Who robbed me as I slept,
And promises not kept.
Someday I´ll rise and...
Rage against the machine
Rage against the politics so obscene.
Rage not just look away.
Rage at the system´s decay.
I am the people.
I am the mob.
I do my best.
I do my job.
Talk about the weather.
My joy and pain I sing.
Why do I even bother?
Doesn´t change a thing.
Someday I won´t forget
Who robbed me as I slept
And promises not kept
Stare at the TV set
Me and my three sons
How the West was won
Pa would grab his gun
Blast out his...
Rage against the machine
Rage against the politics so obscene.
Rage not just look away.
Rage against the system, make way.
Rage against the system
Rage against the system
Rage against the system, make way.
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If Nancy Hanks came back as a ghost
Seeking news of what she loved most
She´d ask first where is my son
What´s happened to Abe? What´s he done?
Poor little Abe left all alone
Except for Tom who´s a rolling stone
He was only nine the year I died
I remember still how hard he cried.
Scrapin´ along in a little shack
With hardly a shirt to cover his back
And prairie winds to blow him down
Or pinchin´times if he went to town
Four score and seven years ago
Our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation,
Conceived in liberty,
And dedicated to the proposition
That all men are created equal. (and women)
You wouldn´t know about my son
Did he grow tall? Did he have fun?
Did he learn to read? Did he get to town?
Do you know his name? Did he get on?
Mommy dearest come to me
Mommy dearest hear my plea
Mommy dearest where are you?
Mommy dearest I love you
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SHT Musik Valencia, Spain
Like the Lettermen segment from whence comes the name of this project, these are my stupid human tricks. They are simple
home recordings done almost always as a one-man band.
Mostly the songs are about the human condition, my personal trials and tribulations with inner demons and addictions, and anything else that I find interesting or amusing.
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