Pinwheel of Death

David Barnes


SONGS

Alt. Title Everyday

Writers Gil Scott-Heron

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Ballad

Recorded 1970

Lyrics I CAN'T SEEM TO FIND
THE WORDS TO SAY,
I DON'T HAVE STRENGTH
TO PLAY THE GAMES
YOU NEED TO PLAY.
EVERY DAY
I SEEM TO BE RUNNING
FROM THE TRUTH,
I ASK MYSELF QUESTIONS
BUT IT JUST AIN'T NO USE,
BECAUSE IT SEEMS NO MATTER,
NO MATTER,
WHAT I TRY TO DO,
I'M STILL LOVING
AND LIVING,
LYING AND LOSING
EVERY DAY.

I'VE GOT A JOB
AND TO SAY THE LEAST
IT DON'T MEAN A THING,
IT DON'T BEGIN TO COMPARE
WITH THE HURT
AND DESPAIR
THAT I'VE SEEN.
SOMETIMES I KNOW
I CAN'T TELL WRONG
FROM RIGHT,
I DON'T SEEM TO KNOW
DAY FROM NIGHT.
IT'S NO WONDER
THAT THE WHOLE WORLD
IS UPTIGHT,
THEY'RE JUST LOVING
AND LIVING,
LYING AND LOSING
EVERY DAY.

STOP ON THE WAY HOME
FROM WORK
TO HAVE A DRINK,
JUST TO GIVE MYSELF
A LITTLE TIME TO THINK,
BECAUSE IT SEEMS
THAT MORE AND MORE
I START TO REALIZE
THAT THE TRUTH
THAT I WANTED,
THE LOVE
THAT I NEEDED,
HAS SOMEHOW DISAPPEARED
BEFORE MY EYES.

I CAN'T SEEM TO FIND
THE WORDS
I NEED TO SAY,
I CAN'T FIND
STRENGTH ENOUGH
TO PLAY THE GAMES
YOU NEED TO PLAY.
BECAUSE EVERY DAY
YOU GOT ME,
GOT ME RUNNING
FROM THE TRUTH,
AND NO MATTER,
NO MATTER WHAT
I TRY TO DO,
IT SEEMS
THAT SOMEHOW
IT JUST AIN'T NO USE.
I'M STILL LOVING
AND LIVING,
LYING AND LOSING,
CAN'T SEEM TO REMEMBER,
GOD,
IT'S SO CONFUSING
I'M STILL LOVING
AND LIVING,
LYING AND LOSING
EVERY DAY.
Writers Gil Scott-Heron

Genres Soul, Jazz, Americana

Recorded 1970

Lyrics MANY SUGGESTIONS
AND DOCUMENTS
WRITTEN,
MANY DIRECTIONS
FOR THE AID
THAT WAS GIVEN.
THEY GAVE US
PIECES OF SILVER
AND PIECES OF GOLD
TELL ME,
WHO'LL PAY REPARATIONS
ON MY SOUL?
MANY FINE SPEECHES
FROM THE WHITE HOUSE DESK,
WRITTEN ON THE CUE CARDS
THAT WERE NEVER
REALLY THERE, YES.
BUT THE HEAT
AND THE SUMMER
WERE THERE,
AND THE FREEZING
WINTER'S COLD
NOW TELL ME,
WHO'LL PAY REPARATIONS
ON MY SOUL?

CALL MY BROTHER A JUNKIE
BECAUSE HE AIN'T GOT NO JOB,
NO JOB,
NO JOB.
TOLD MY OLD MAN
TO LEAVE ME
WHEN TIMES GOT HARD,
SO HARD.
TOLD MY MOTHER
SHE GOT TO CARRY ME
ALL BY HERSELF,
AND NOW
THAT I WANT TO BE A MAN,
BE A MAN
WHO CAN DEPEND
ON NO ONE ELSE.

WHAT ABOUT THE RED MAN
WHO MET YOU AT THE COAST?
YOU NEVER DIG SHARING
ALWAYS HAD TO HAVE THE MOST.
AND WHAT ABOUT MISSISSIPPI,
THE BOUNDARY OF OLD?
TELL ME,
WHO'LL PAY REPARATIONS
ON MY SOUL?

WHO'LL PAY REPARATIONS
ON MY SOUL?
WHO'LL PAY REPARATIONS,
BECAUSE I DON'T DIG
SEGREGATION,
BUT I CAN'T GET INTEGRATION,
I GOT TO TAKE IT
TO THE UNITED NATIONS,
SOMEONE TO HELP ME
AWAY FROM THIS NATION
TELL ME,
WHO'LL PAY REPARATIONS
ON MY SOUL?
 

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