New song lyric of mine
FinsburyParkCarrots
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It's called Jonestown:
I’m being called out to the meeting house,
I’m being called out to prayer.
I’m being called out to come take my place
With the man with the black shuck stare.
It’s too late for Russia, it’s too late for China,
It’s time for the final White Night.
I’ll bow to the man with the grand design,
Ah, I’ll lay down to keep up the fight.
There’s crows on the wire, they’re gathering now,
Tasting the change in the air.
There’s storms coming in, they bite as they blow:
The pharisees’ curtain will tear.
Get going, get going, get moving, get moving,
Get going, get moving, get gone!
Take up in line, let’s have none of this grieving:
Lay down as an army of none.
And it’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul
It’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul
It’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul
It’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul
There’s death on the runway, there’s death in the planes,
There’s death on the radio waves.
There’s death in the ghettos, there’s death in our veins:
We’re born to be beggars and slaves.
There’s nothing but words and there’s nothing but lies,
From the moment we wail and we cry.
A drop of blood equals the weight of your sighs:
Can you tell me a free way to die?
And it’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul
It’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul
It’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul
It’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul
And it’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul
It’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul
It’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul
It’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul.
I’m being called out to the meeting house,
I’m being called out to prayer.
I’m being called out to come take my place
With the man with the black shuck stare.
It’s too late for Russia, it’s too late for China,
It’s time for the final White Night.
I’ll bow to the man with the grand design,
Ah, I’ll lay down to keep up the fight.
There’s crows on the wire, they’re gathering now,
Tasting the change in the air.
There’s storms coming in, they bite as they blow:
The pharisees’ curtain will tear.
Get going, get going, get moving, get moving,
Get going, get moving, get gone!
Take up in line, let’s have none of this grieving:
Lay down as an army of none.
And it’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul
It’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul
It’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul
It’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul
There’s death on the runway, there’s death in the planes,
There’s death on the radio waves.
There’s death in the ghettos, there’s death in our veins:
We’re born to be beggars and slaves.
There’s nothing but words and there’s nothing but lies,
From the moment we wail and we cry.
A drop of blood equals the weight of your sighs:
Can you tell me a free way to die?
And it’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul
It’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul
It’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul
It’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul
And it’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul
It’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul
It’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul
It’s sundown in the Jonestown of my soul.
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- the great Sir Leo Harrison
brilliantly done
always a unique angle
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
You'll have to play percussion at one of my gigs, sometime!
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I'm curious about how this one will sound. You don't usually have this much repetition in your lyrics.
That's awesome... just the response I wanted. My work here is done.
J/K. It's got to happen, I'm counting on it.
- the great Sir Leo Harrison
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You're not stupid enough to write a melo-pop-song, lol...