17/12 blues
17/12 Blues
Written By Slim Tailor
When You Can't Get Your Mind Together,
Sit Down And Listen I Can Set You Free
I'll Hold Your Head And We Can Watch The Sunrise,
At The Bottom Of The Sea
I Know That You Will Scream And Cry,
Scared Your Little World Will Let You Drown
But Who In Your Crazy World Told You,
That There Was Gold In Your Crown
Can You Experience
The Trumpets And The Violins,
I Can Hear The Noise In The Distance
Maybe Now You Think You Can't Be Sold But
The Devil Tolls A Fee Down The Crossroad
On A Bended Knee, You'll Beg For A Prayer
The Lord's Mercy Weighs If Fool's Gold Is Fair
You Can Run Or Hide Without A Trace,
Can You Describe Your Crimes With That Charisma Face?
Holes Behind The Holy Can't Hold Water,
My Strange Fruit Smells Like Gunpowder
Can You Experience
The Trumpets And The Violins,
I Can Hear The Noise In The Distance
purple haze (redux)
Purple Haze
By Jimi Hendrix
Purple haze, all in my brain
Lately things they don't seem the same
Actin' funny, but I don't know why
Excuse me while I kiss the sky
Purple haze, all around
Don't know if I'm comin' up or down
Am I happy or in misery?
What ever it is, that girl put a spell on me
Help me
Help me
Oh, no, no
Ooo, ahhh
Ooo, ahhh
Ooo, ahhh
Ooo, ahhh, yeah!
Purple haze all in my eyes
Don't know if it's day or night
You got me blowin', blowin' my mind
Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time?
Ooo
Help me
Ahh, yea-yeah, purple haze
Oh, no, oh
Oh, help me
Tell me, tell me, purple haze
I can't go on like this
Purple haze
You're makin' me blow my mind
Purple haze, n-no, nooo
Purple haze
the death of emmett till (Redux)
The Death Of Emmett Till
By Bob Dylan
"Twas down in Mississippi no so long ago,
When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door.
This boy's dreadful tragedy I can still remember well,
The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till.
Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up.
They said they had a reason, but I can't remember what.
They tortured him and did some evil things too evil to repeat.
There was screaming sounds inside the barn, there was laughing sounds out on the street.
Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst a bloody red rain
And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screaming pain.
The reason that they killed him there, and I'm sure it ain't no lie,
Was just for the fun of killin' him and to watch him slowly die.
And then to stop the United States of yelling for a trial,
Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till.
But on the jury there were men who helped the brothers commit this awful crime,
And so this trial was a mockery, but nobody seemed to mind.
I saw the morning papers but I could not bear to see
The smiling brothers walkin' down the courthouse stairs.
For the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went free,
While Emmett's body floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea.
If you can't speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that's so unjust,
Your eyes are filled with dead men's dirt, your mind is filled with dust.
Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and your blood it must refuse to flow,
For you let this human race fall down so God-awful low!
This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow man
That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan.
But if all of us folks that thinks alike, if we gave all we could give,
We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live.
The Virgo Kid
Written By Slim Tailor
Well There Ain’t No,
Ain’t No Telling When You’re Fathers Coming Home
Son Know, Your Daddy Not A Rolling Stone
But You Were Left For Dead, No Wonderin’
There’s Vengeance In Your Head
But Drift Away, Can You Just Drift Away?
But Do You Hear, His Fear?
Well The Story Goes,
The Kid Was Saved From A Broken Home
As A Wanted Man, The Snakecharmer Wore A Violet Rose
The Soothsayin’ Preacher, He Stole My Mama’s Charm
The Negro Didn’t Know,
The Virgo Kid Gotta Six String Side Arm
But Do You Hear, Everyone’s Fear?
Tell Me Mr. Preacher,
What Does Your Scripture Say?
When I Find My Father,
He’ll Be Singing Que Sera, Sera To His Grave
Well Back In 96,
Big C Killed Your Mama, Quicksand Mix
On The Day She Died,
Family Barely Cried, Love Of Money Tapped Em’ Dry
Desperado Schemes, The Pastor Prayed As He Stole From My Mothers Dream
And When I Misbehaved,
Outlaw Was The Name That They Gave
Well Do You Hear, My Fear?
Ohh, Mr. Preacher
Can You Hear My Heartbeat Cry?
The Day I Lost My Mother,
The Virgo Kid Was Born To Die
So As The Clock Strikes,
The Ghost Trail Led To The Man, A Grateful Dead
But As I Approach, The Reverend’s Voice Creeped Out
And Kindly Said,
“Boy Do You See?
The Empty Mirror That’s In Between
You And Me
But Do You Hear, His Fear?
So Tell Me Mr. Preacher,
What Does My Six String Say?
My Finger On The Trigger…
Mr. Sinnerman, The Reverend Say…