Pinwheel of Death

Genres > Americana

Writers Edmund Cionek

Genres Classical, Instrumental, Americana

Recorded 2010

Lyrics [Instrumental]
Writers Gil Scott-Heron, Bernard Purdie

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Pop Jazz, Americana, Spoken Word

Recorded 1971

Lyrics DEAR PRESIDENT NIXON,
I AM WRITING YOU
THIS HERE LETTER
AS A RESULT
OF WAKING UP THIS MORNING,
HUNG OVER,
AND LEFT BY MY WIFE
WHO SAID:
DEAR X AS IN HUSBAND,
I AM AT MY MOMMAS,
COME AND GET ME
IF YOU DARE.

NOW, MISTER PRESIDENT,
I CONSIDER MYSELF A VICTIM
OF THE VIETNAM WAR
WHEN I ENTERED THE LIVING ROOM
THIS MORNING
THAT IS THE LIVING ROOM
WE CALL THE DEMILITARIZED ZONE,
MY WIFE WAS STANDING THERE
WITH ROLLERS IN HER HAIR
AND A ROLLING PIN
IN HER HAND.
I WENT INTO
A PREVENTATIVE REACTION STRIKE,
STRIKING HER
BEFORE SHE COULD STRIKE ME.
I THEN CHECKED HER
INTO THE LATETRAIN HOTEL
AND LOCKED THE DOOR,
WHEN I WOKE UP
THIS MORNING,
SHE WAS GONE!

NOW, MISTER PRESIDENT,
I ASK THIS FAVOR:
DONT PUBLICIZE
YOUR NEXT WAR,
BECAUSE
WHEN WE EMPLOY YOUR STRATEGY,
WE ALSO EMPLOY
YOUR ARTIFICIALNESS.

YOURS TRULY,
GEORGE WASHINGTON BROWN, ESQUIRE
Writers Peter La Farge

Genres Country, Americana, Classic Country, Spoken Word

Recorded 1969

Lyrics Chorus:
CALL HIM DRUNKEN IRA HAYES,
HE WON'T ANSWER ANY MORE
NOT THE WHISKEY DRINKIN' INDIAN,
NOT THE MARINE WHO WENT TO WAR.

verse 1:
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 INDIANS -
A PROUD AND NOBLE BAND,
WHO FARMED THE PHOENIX VALLEY -
IN ARIZONA LAND.

verse 2:
DOWN THEIR DITCHES
FOR A THOUSAND YEARS -
THE WATERS GREW IRA'S PEOPLE'S CROPS,
TILL THE WHITE MAN
STOLE THEIR WATER RIGHTS -
AND THEIR SPARKLIN' WATER STOPPED.
NOW IRA'S FOLKS GREW 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 ANY MORE
NOT THE WHISKEY DRINKIN' INDIAN,
NOT THE MARINE WHO WENT TO WAR.

verse 3:
WELL, THEY BATTLE UP IWO JIMA HILL -
TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY MEN,
BUT ONLY TWENTY SEVEN LIVED
TO WALK BACK DOWN AGAIN
WHEN THE FIGHT WAS OVER -
AND OLD GLORY RAISED,
AMONG THE MEN WHO HELD IT HIGH
WAS INDIAN IRA HAYES.

Chorus:
CALL HIM DRUNKEN IRA HAYES,
HE WON'T ANSWER ANY MORE
NOT THE WHISKEY DRINKIN' INDIAN,
NOT THE MARINE WHO WENT TO WAR.

verse 4:
IRA HAYES 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 HOME,
NO CHANCE
AT HOME
NOBODY CARED WHAT IRA HAD DONE -
AND WHEN DO THE INDIANS DANCE?

Chorus:
CALL HIM DRUNKEN IRA HAYES,
HE WON'T ANSWER ANY MORE
NOT THE WHISKEY DRINKIN' INDIAN,
NOT THE MARINE WHO WENT TO WAR.

verse 5:
THEN IRA STARTED DRINKIN' HARD,
JAIL WAS OFTEN HIS HOME
THEY LET HIM RAISE THE FLAG
AND LOWER IT,
AS YOU WOULD THROW A DOG A BONE
HE DIED DRUNK EARLY ONE MORNING,
ALONE IN THE LAND HE'D FOUGHT TO SAVE
TWO INCHES OF WATER IN A LONELY DITCH -
WAS THE GRAVE FOR IRA HAYES.

Chorus:
CALL HIM DRUNKEN IRA HAYES,
HE WON'T ANSWER ANY MORE
NOT THE WHISKEY DRINKIN' INDIAN,
NOT THE MARINE WHO WENT TO WAR.

verse 6:
YEAH! CALL HIM DRUNKEN IRA HAYES,
BUT HIS LAND IS JUST AS DRY,
AND THE GHOST IS LYING THIRSTY
IN THE DITCH WHERE IRA DIED.
Writers William Bolcom

Genres Classical, Americana

Recorded 2010

Lyrics Text by Langston Hughes:

LANDLORD, LANDLORD,
MY ROOF HAS SPRUNG A LEAK.
DON'T YOU REMEMBER
I TOLD YOU ABOUT IT
WAY LAST WEEK?

LANDLORD, LANDLORD
THESE STEPS IS BROKEN DOWN.
WHEN YOU COME UP YOURSELF
IT'S A WONDER
YOU DON'T FALL DOWN.

TEN BUCKS YOU SAY I OWE YOU?
TEN BUCKS YOU SAY IS DUE?
WELL, THAT'S TEN BUCKS MORE
THAN I WILL PAY YOU
TILL YOU FIX THIS HOUSE
UP NEW.

WHAT?
YOU GONNA GET EVICTION ORDERS?
YOU GONNA CUT OFF MY HEAT?
YOU GONNA TAKE MY FURNITURE
AND THROW IT IN THE STREET?

UM-HUH!
YOU TALKING HIGH AND MIGHTY.
TALK ON-TILL YOU GET THROUGH
YOU AIN'T GONNA BE ABLE
TO SAY A WORD
IF I LAND MY FIST ON YOU.

POLICE! POLICE!
COME AND GET THIS MAN!
HE'S TRYING TO RUIN
THE GOVERNMENT
AND OVERTURN THE LAND!

COPPER'S WHISTLE!
PATROL BELL!
ARREST.
PRECINCT STATION.
IRON CELL.
HEADLINES IN PRESS:

MAN THREATENS LANDLORD

TENANT HELD NO BAIL

JUDGE GIVES NEGRO
NINETY DAYS
IN COUNTY JAIL!
Writers Oscar Brown Jr.

Genres Standard, Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Ballad, Folk, Americana, Children-Novelty, Family

Recorded 1973

Lyrics BROWN BABY,
BROWN BABY,
AS YOU GROW UP,
I WANT YOU TO DRINK
FROM THE PLENTY CUP
I WANT YOU
TO STAND UP
TALL AND PROUD,
I WANT YOU
TO SPEAK UP,
CLEAR AND LOUD
BROWN BABY.

BROWN BABY,
BROWN BABY,
AS YEARS ROLL BY,
I WANT YOU
TO GO
WITH YOUR HEAD
HELD HIGH
I WANT YOU
TO LIVE BY
THE JUSTICE CODE,
I WANT YOU
TO WALK DOWN
THE FREEDOM ROAD
BROWN BABY.

NOW LIE AWAY,
LIE AWAY SLEEPING,
LIE AWAY HERE
IN MY ARMS
WHILE YOUR DADDY
AND YOUR MOMMY
PROTECT YOU,
AND KEEP YOU
SAFE FROM HARM.
OH, YOU,
LITTLE BROWN BABY.

BROWN BABY,
BROWN BABY,
IT MAKES ME GLAD,
THAT YOU WILL HAVE THINGS
THAT I NEVER HAD
WHEN OUT OF MEN'S HEARTS
ALL THE HATE IS HURLED,
YOU'RE GONNA LIVE
IN A BETTER WORLD
OH YOU
LITTLE BROWN BABY.
Writers James Reese Europe

Genres Classical, Instrumental, Americana

Recorded 2003

Lyrics [Instrumental]
Writers James Reese Europe

Genres Classical, Instrumental, Americana

Recorded 2001

Lyrics [Instrumental]
Writers Eubie Blake

Genres Standard, Instrumental, Americana

Recorded 2009

Lyrics [Instrumental]
Writers James Reese Europe

Genres Classical, Instrumental, Americana

Recorded 2003

Lyrics [Instrumental]
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