Pinwheel of Death

Genres > Spoken Word

Writers Hugh X. Lewis

Genres Country, Spoken Word

Recorded 1968

Lyrics [Chorus]:
THE HURT RUNS DEEP,
WHEN ANGRY WORDS
ARE SPOKEN,
AND COUNTLESS
NEEDLESS TEARS
ARE ALWAYS SHED.
FAR TOO OFTEN
TENDER HEARTS
ARE BROKEN,
ALL BECAUSE
THOSE ANGRY WORDS
ARE SAID.

[verses]:
(spoken):
HONEY, AS YOU KNOW,
I STORMED OUT
OF THE HOUSE
AGAIN THIS MORNING.
I SLAMMED THE DOOR,
AND DIDN'T EVEN STOP
TO TAKE YOUR USUAL KISS.
WELL, ANGRY WORDS
CAN MAKE US DO THINGS
AT TIMES
WITHOUT ANY WARNING,
THAT'S WHY
I COULD HARDLY WAIT
TO GET HOME FROM WORK
TO TELL YOU THIS:
(sung):
FIRST OF ALL,
BABY,
YOU'RE MY REASON
FOR LIVING,
WHY,
YOU'VE STUCK WITH ME
WHEN THINGS
WERE AT
THEIR VERY WORST.
OH,
I KNOW
YOU'VE GOT THE HOME
AND THE KIDS
AND ALL THE JOY
THEY'RE GIVING,
BUT HONEY,
YOU KNOW
YOU ALWAYS DID
AND YOU ALWAYS
WILL COME FIRST.
WE FOUND OUT
A LONG TIME AGO
THAT MARRIED LIFE
ISN'T ANY PARADISE.
AND I'M CERTAINLY
NO ANGEL,
OR ELSE
I'D HAVE
A PAIR OF WINGS,
BUT BABY,
YOU KNOW
THERE'S SOMETHING
I'VE JUST GOT
TO MAKE YOU REALIZE,
AND THAT IS,
I LOVE YOU,
HONEY,
IF THAT MEANS
ANYTHING.

[Chorus]:
THE HURT RUNS DEEP,
WHEN ANGRY WORDS
ARE SPOKEN,
AND COUNTLESS NEEDLESS TEARS
ARE ALWAYS SHED.
FAR TOO OFTEN
TENDER HEARTS
ARE BROKEN,
ALL BECAUSE
THOSE ANGRY WORDS
ARE SAID.
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 John Duffey, Joe Kingston, Chaw Mank

Genres Country, Spoken Word

Recorded 2001

Lyrics sungspoken:
I WAS DRIVING DOWN
A LONELY ROAD
ON A DARK
AND STORMY NIGHT,
WHEN A LITTLE GIRL
BY THE ROADSIDE
SHOWED UP IN MY HEADLIGHTS.
I STOPPED
AND SHE GOT IN THE BACK
AND IN A SHAKY TONE
SHE SAID,
MY NAME IS MARY,
PLEASE
WON'T YOU TAKE ME HOME?

SHE MUST HAVE BEEN SO FRIGHTENED
ALL ALONE IN THERE IN THE NIGHT,
THERE WAS SOMETHING STRANGE
ABOUT HER,
HER FACE WAS DEATHLY WHITE.
SHE SAT SO PALE AND SILENT
IN THE BACK SEAT ALL ALONE,
I WILL NEVER FORGET THAT NIGHT
I TOOK MARY HOME.

I PULLED INTO THE DRIVEWAY
WHERE SHE TOLD ME TO GO,
GOT OUT TO HELP HER
FROM THE CAR
AND OPENED UP THE DOOR,
BUT I JUST COULD NOT BELIEVE
MY EYES,
THE BACK SEAT IT WAS BARE!
I LOOKED ALL AROUND THE CAR,
BUT SHE WASN'T THERE.

A LIGHT SHOWED FROM THE PORCH,
SOMEONE OPENED THE DOOR,
AND AS I WALKED
TOWARD THE HOUSE,
I WONDERED MORE AND MORE
WHAT HAPPENED
TO THAT LITTLE GIRL
SO FRIGHTENED
AND SO FORLORN,
COULD I
HAVE JUST BEEN DREAMING,
BRINGING MARY HOME.

I WALKED UP TO THE LADY
WHO WAS STANDING
IN THE DOOR,
AND ASKED
ABOUT THE LITTLE GIRL
THAT I WAS LOOKING FOR.
SHE GENTLY SMILED
AND WITH HER HAND
SHE BRUSHED A TEAR AWAY
AND SAID,
IT WAS SURE NICE OF YOU
TO GO OUT OF YOUR WAY.

BUT THIRTEEN YEARS AGO
TODAY
IN A WRECK
JUST DOWN THE ROAD,
OUR DARLING MARY
LOST HER LIFE,
AND WE MISS HER SO.
OH, THANK YOU
FOR YOUR TROUBLE
AND THE KINDNESS
YOU HAVE SHOWN,
YOU'RE THE THIRTEENTH ONE
WHO'S BEEN HERE
BRINGING MARY HOME.
Writers Allen N. Pelletier

Genres Country, Pop, Americana, Spoken Word

Recorded 1966

Lyrics spoken:
THE OTHER DAY
I HEARD SOMEONE SAY,
YOU KNOW,
AMERICA
IS IN REAL TROUBLE!

IT'S TRUE.
OLD GLORY
HAS NEVER FALLEN
SO CLOSE TO EARTH.
OUR EMBASSIES
ARE BEING STONED,
OUR DIPLOMATS
ARE OFTEN IN FEAR
OF THEIR LIVES,
AND WE'RE INVOLVED
IN A HALF DOZEN NAMELESS,
WINLESS CONFLICTS,
SPILLING AMERICA'S BLOOD
ON FOREIGN SOIL.
OUR YOUNG MEN
ARE DYING FOR IDEALS
WHICH DON'T SEEM
TO MEAN TOO MUCH
TO AMERICANS ANY MORE.

THE TRUTH IS,
AMERICA'S REAL TROUBLE
DOESN'T LIE
IN THE RICE PADDIES
OF VIETNAM,
IN THE MASSES
OF RED CHINA,
OR IN THE DIABOLICAL
INTRIGUES
TO THE SOUTH OF US.
THE REAL TROUBLE
LIES IN THE PLAYGROUNDS
OF ST. LOUIS,
THE HILLSIDE MANSIONS
OF SAN FRANCISCO,
AND IN THE SLUMS
OF CHICAGO.
THE DISEASE
WHICH IS SLOWLY
EATING AWAY
AT THE HEART
OF AMERICA
LIVES IN
THE SMALL SOUTHERN TOWNS,
THE FISHING VILLAGES
OF NEW ENGLAND,
AND THE HOT,
DUSTY STREETS
OF THE MIDWEST.

THIS IS THE AGE
OF THE AMERICAN CYNIC,
THE YEAR
OF THE UNBELIEVER,
THE DAY OF DOUBT.
WE'VE KILLED
ALL THE SACRED COWS
AND DESTROYED
ALL THE IMAGES,
AND THERE'S NOTHING
LEFT TO RESPECT.
OLD FASHIONED
LOVE OF GOD,
COUNTRY
AND FAMILY
IS PASSE.

WE STARE
AT OUR SHOELACES
WHEN THEY PLAY
THE NATIONAL ANTHEM.
WE WOULDN'T
WANT TO BE SEEN
AT A POLITICAL RALLY
OR A TOWN HALL MEETING,
AND WE DON'T WANT
TO BE CAUGHT
WITH OUR EYES CLOSED
DURING PUBLIC PRAYERS.
WE'VE DECIDED
THAT THE ONLY WAY
YOU CAN GET IN
TO PUBLIC OFFICE
IS TO BUY IT.
OUR HEROES
ARE THE FAST-LANE GUYS
WHO GET AWAY WITH THINGS.
PATRIOTISM,
THE OLD-HAND-
OVER-THE-HEART,
FLAG-WAVING,
MARCHING,
SINGING PATRIOTISM
HAS BEEN CONDEMNED.

THINK ABOUT THIS:
PATRIOTISM,
WHEN YOU TEAR WAY
THE FANCY PHRASES
AND CREPE PAPER,
IS PLAIN
AND SIMPLE PRIDE
A NEW CAR,
PRETTIER GIRL,
BIGGER HOUSE,
SORT OF PRIDE
IN YOUR COUNTRY.
SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY
WE'VE LOST THAT PRIDE.
OUR FORM OF GOVERNMENT
IS THE SAME
WE STILL SAY
AMERICA STANDS
FOR THE SAME THINGS.
BUT NEXT TIME
YOU'RE AT A PARTY,
ASK SOMEONE
TO SING AMERICA
WITH YOU
AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS.
THE BASIC IDEALS
AND STRUCTURE
OF AMERICA
HASN'T CHANGED
WE HAVE,
YOU AND ME!

OUR ENEMIES KNOW IT.
THEY'VE SEEN THE NEWSREELS
OF THE DISCONTENTED
MARCHING
AROUND THE CAPITOL.
THEY'VE DISTORTED
AND BLOWN UP
OUR MISTAKES
THEY'VE BEEN PUTTING
STEEL WEDGES
IN THE CRACKS
OF OUR WALL
OF SOLIDARITY.
THE NEW IDEA IS:
DON'T ATTACK AMERICA,
WEAR IT DOWN GRADUALLY
IT'LL EVENTUALLY FALL
UNDER THE WEIGHT
OF ITS OWN CORRUPTION.
AND DID YOU KNOW,
IT'S WORKING!

THIS SNEERING
COMPLACENCY,
ONCE STAMPED OUT
BY THE BLOODY FEET
OF A TATTERED
CONTINENTAL ARMY
IN 1776,
ONCE DROWNED
BENEATH THE KEEL
OF THE U.S.S. ARIZONA
IN PEARL HARBOR BAY
HAS RISEN AGAIN.
THIS DEADLY
LET-GEORGE-DO-IT,
MORE FEARED
BY THE AMERICAN SOLDIER
THAN ALL
THE COMMUNISTS
MORTAR SHELLS
IT KILLS THE VITALITY
AND SPIRIT OF AMERICA.
DEMOCRACY IS A FRAIL
AND FRAGILE INSTRUMENT
MADE OF HOPE,
PRAYER
AND YANKEE INGENUITY.
IT IS HELD TOGETHER
BY FLAG WAVING PATRIOTISM,
AND WE'VE ALMOST EXHAUSTED
OUR SUPPLY OF IT.

TRY THIS TEST:
LIFT YOUR EYES
TO A FLAG,
THEN SING OUT
AS LOUD AS YOU CAN
THAT OLD,
OUTWORN,
ANTIQUATED FREEDOM HYMN
YOU LEARNED
SO MANY YEARS AGO:

FOR PURPLE MOUNTAIN MAJESTIES
ABOVE THE FRUITED PLAIN!
AMERICA!
AMERICA!
GOD SHED HIS GRACE
ON THEE!
NOW,
IF YOU FEEL
A LITTLE PRIDE
WELLING UP INSIDE YOU,
IF YOU FEEL
A LITTLE MIST
IN YOUR EYE,
THEN THANK GOD
FOR YOU,
MISTER!
YOU'RE STILL AN AMERICAN!
TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
MAY APPLY TO THIS TITLE.

Writers T. Texas Tyler

Genres Country, Pop, Americana, Spoken Word

Recorded 1948

Lyrics [spoken:]
DURING THE NORTH AFRICAN CAMPAIGN
A BUNCH OF SOLDIER BOYS
HAD BEEN ON A LONG HIKE.
THEY ARRIVED IN A LITTLE TOWN
CALLED CASSINO
AND THE NEXT DAY
BEING SUNDAY,
SEVERAL OF THE BOYS
WENT TO CHURCH.
AFTER THE CHAPLAIN
READ THE PRAYER,
THE TEXT WAS TAKEN UP.
THOSE BOYS WHO HAD PRAYERBOOKS
TOOK THEM OUT
BUT ONE BOY
HAD ONLY
A DECK OF CARDS,
SO HE SPREAD THEM OUT.
THE SERGEANT
WHO COMMANDED THE BOYS
SAW THE CARDS
AND SAID, SOLDIER,
PUT AWAY THOSE CARDS.
AFTER THE SERVICE WAS OVER
THE SOLDIER WAS TAKEN PRISONER
AND BROUGHT
BEFORE THE PROVOST MARSHAL.
THE MARSHAL SAID,
SERGEANT,
WHY HAVE YOU BROUGHT
THIS MAN HERE?
FOR PLAYING CARDS IN CHURCH,
SIR.
AND WHAT HAVE YOU TO SAY
FOR YOURSELF, SON?
MUCH, SIR,
THE SOLDIER REPLIED.
THE MARSHAL SAID,
I HOPE SO,
FOR IF NOT
I SHALL PUNISH YOU SEVERELY.
THE SOLDIER SAID,
YOU SEE, SIR,
I HAVE BEEN ON THE MARCH
FOR SIX DAYS
AND HAVE HAD NEITHER BIBLE
NOR PRAYERBOOK,
BUT I HOPE TO SATISFY YOU,
SIR,
WITH THE PURITY OF MY INTENTIONS.

YOU SEE SIR,
WHEN I LOOK AT THE ACE
IT REMINDS ME
THERE IS BUT ONE GOD,
AND WHEN I SEE THE DEUCE
IT REMINDS ME
THAT THE BIBLE
IS DIVIDED INTO TWO PARTS,
THE OLD
AND THE NEW TESTAMENTS,
AND WHEN I SEE THE TREY
I THINK OF THE FATHER,
THE SON
AND THE HOLY GHOST.
AND WHEN I SEE THE FOUR,
I THINK OF
THE FOUR EVANGELISTS
WHO PREACHED THE GOSPEL,
THERE WERE MATTHEW,
MARK,
LUKE AND JOHN.
AND WHEN I SEE THE FIVE
IT REMINDS ME
OF THE FIVE WISE VIRGINS
WHO TRIMMED THEIR LAMPS.
THERE WERE TEN OF THEM:
FIVE WERE WISE
AND WERE SAVED,
FIVE WERE FOOLISH
AND WERE SHUT OUT.
AND WHEN I SEE THE SIX
IT REMINDS ME
THAT IN SIX DAYS
GOD MADE
THIS GREAT HEAVEN
AND EARTH.
AND WHEN I SEE THE SEVEN
IT REMINDS ME
THAT ON THE SEVENTH DAY
GOD RESTED.
AND WHEN I SEE THE EIGHT
I THINK
OF THE EIGHT RIGHTEOUS PERSONS
GOD SAVED
WHEN HE DESTROYED THIS EARTH:
THERE WAS NOAH,
HIS WIFE,
THEIR THREE SONS
AND THEIR WIVES.

AND WHEN I SEE THE NINE
I THINK OF THE LEPERS
OUR SAVIOR CLEANSED
AND NINE OF THE TEN
DIDN'T EVEN THANK HIM.
WHEN I SEE THE TEN
I THINK OF
THE TEN COMMANDMENTS
GOD HANDED TO MOSES
ON THE TABLE OF STONE.
AND WHEN I SEE THE KING
IT REMINDS ME
ONCE AGAIN
THERE IS BUT ONE
KING OF HEAVEN,
GOD ALMIGHTY.
AND WHEN I SEE THE QUEEN,
I THINK OF
THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY,
WHO IS THE QUEEN OF HEAV'N.
AND THE JACK OR KNAVE
IS THE DEVIL.
AND WHEN I COUNT
THE NUMBER OF SPOTS
ON A DECK OF CARDS
I FIND THREE HUNDRED
AND SIXTY FIVE,
THE NUMBER OF DAYS
IN A YEAR.
THERE ARE FIFTY TWO CARDS,
THE NUMBER OF WEEKS
IN A YEAR.
THERE ARE THIRTEEN TRICKS,
THE NUMBER OF WEEKS
IN A QUARTER.
THERE ARE FOUR SUITS,
THE NUMBER OF WEEKS
IN A MONTH.
THERE ARE TWELVE PICTURE CARDS,
THE NUMBER OF MONTHS
IN A YEAR.
SO YOU SEE, SIR,
MY DECK OF CARDS
HAS SERVED ME AS A BIBLE,
ALMANAC AND PRAYERBOOK.

AND, FRIENDS,
THIS STORY IS TRUE.
I KNOW,
BECAUSE I WAS THAT SOLDIER.
Writers Gil Scott-Heron, Brian Jackson

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

Recorded 1972

Lyrics WHAT WE WANT TO DISCUSS HERE
ARE ROUTES OUT OF THE GHETTO.
THIS IS CALLED
THE GET OUT OF THE GHETTO BLUES.

I KNOW YOU THINK YOU'RE COOL,
LORD,
IF THEY BUS YOUR KIDS
TO SCHOOL,
I KNOW YOU THINK YOU'RE COOL,
JUST BECAUSE THEY BUS YOUR KIDS TO SCHOOL
BUT YOU AIN'T GOT A THING TO LOSE,
YOU JUST GOT
THE GET OUT OF THE GHETTO BLUES.

I KNOW YOU THINK YOU'RE COOL
IF YOU'RE GETTING
TWO WELFARE CHECKS,
YOU DONE TOLD ME
YOU THINK YOU'RE COOL
BECAUSE YOU'RE GETTING
TWO WELFARE CHECKS
YEAH, BUT YOU GOT TEN YEARS TO LOSE
IF THEY CATCH YOU
JUST TRYING TO FIGHT
THAT GET OUT OF THE GHETTO BLUES.

WHAT IT IS,
WHAT IT IS.

IF HE DON'T CATCH YOU
IN THE WASH,
LORD KNOWS HE'LL CATCH YOU
IN THE RINSE.

I KNOW YOU THINK YOU'RE COOL,
JUST BECAUSE
YOU SHOOTING THAT STUFF
IN YOUR ARM,
I SEEN YOU NODDING
BECAUSE YOU SHOOT THAT STUFF
INTO YOUR ARM
AND IT DON'T MATTER
WHICH PINE BOX YOU CHOOSE:
YOU GOT
THE GET OUT OF THE GHETTO BLUES.

YEAH!
Writers Wendy Smith, Ralph Stanley

Genres Country, Ballad, Americana, Classic Country, Bluegrass, Spoken Word

Recorded 2014

Lyrics LET ME REST
ON A PEACEFUL MOUNTAIN,
IN THE HILLS
NEAR MY HOME
SWEET HOME.

Recitation:
CARTER, THIS IS YOUR SONG,
THAT WAS YOUR REQUEST.
YOU'RE AT REST NOW
IN THE HILLS
YOU SO OFTEN WROTE ABOUT
AND LOVED SO WELL.
I NEVER DREAMED,
I NEVER THOUGHT,
SO YOUNG,
YOU'D BE CALLED TO REST.
BUT THE MAN
WHO CALLS OUR NUMBER,
SOMEHOW,
YOU FIT INTO HIS PLANS.
I NEVER QUESTIONED HIS DECISION,
FOR I'M ONLY HUMAN,
JUST ANOTHER MAN.
IT WAS HARD
TO GO ON
WITHOUT YOU.
I THOUGHT
I COULD NEVER SING
AND PLAY.
SOMEHOW
I FOUND THE STRENGTH
TO CONTINUE,
I THOUGHT
YOU'D WANT IT
THAT WAY.

NOW WE PLAY
THE SAME OLD PLACES
THAT WE PLAYED TOGETHER,
TRAVEL THE SAME ROADS
MILE AFTER MILE
AFTER MILE.
ALTHOUGH
YOU'RE NO LONGER
WITH US IN PERSON,
YOUR MEMORIES
ARE WITH US
ALL THE WHILE.

I'VE RELIVED OUR LIVES
FROM THE BEGINNING
TO THE END,
SOMETIMES TEN AND TWENTY TIMES
A DAY.
HOW TWO LITTLE BOYS
IN THE HILLS OF HOME
WOULD RUN,
ROMP AND PLAY.

I RECALL
OUR FIRST RADIO SHOW,
OUR FIRST RECORD,
ALWAYS SIDE BY SIDE,
ME AND YOU.
HOW WE WERE ACCEPTED
THROUGHOUT AMERICA
AND MANY FOREIGN LANDS
TOO.

SO CARTER,
IF YOU CAN HEAR ME,
REST IN PEACE
FOR ONE DAY
THIS EARTH
I'LL NO LONGER ROAM,
AND ONCE AGAIN
WE'LL BE TOGETHER,
SIDE BY SIDE,
IN THE HILLS OF HOME.
Writers Kelso Herston, Dick Miles, Bob Prather

Genres Country, Americana, Classic Country, Spoken Word

Recorded 1972

Lyrics verse 1:
spoken
WE'D FINISHED DINNER
AND I'D GONE
INTO THE DEN
AND TURNED ON THE TV
WHEN SHE WALKED IN
AND KISSED ME
ON THE CHEEK
LIKE A MILLION TIMES
BEFORE.
SHE SAID,
I KNOW IT'S LATE,
BUT IF YOU DON'T MIND,
MY SHOPPING'S
GOT A LITTLE BEHIND
AND I THINK
I'LL DRIVE DOWNTOWN
TO THE GROCERY STORE.

verse 2:
I DIDN'T LOOK UP,
I JUST NODDED OK
AND ASKED HER
TO HAND ME
AN ASHTRAY.
AND WHEN SHE DID
I REACHED OVER
AND SQUEEZED HER HAND,
AND THEN SHE LEFT
AND I SHUDDERED A MINUTE
AND THOUGHT OF MY WORLD
WITHOUT HER IN IT
AND I REASSURINGLY
SOUGHT THE TOUCH
OF MY WEDDING BAND.

verse 3:
I MUST HAVE BEEN DOZING,
'CAUSE I DIDN'T HEAR
THE DOOR,
AND I THOUGHT,
STRANGE,
I'VE NEVER DONE THAT
BEFORE.
BUT I LOOKED UP
AND SHE WAS STANDING
BY MY CHAIR,
HUH,
KINDA SNUCK UP ON ME,
I SAID
AND SHE SMILED
AND NODDED HER HEAD.
AND I TOLD HER
SHE LOOKED JUST LIKE
AN ANGEL
STANDING THERE.

verse 4:
FOR A LONG MOMENT,
SHE DIDN'T SAY A THING,
AND THEN SHE CARESSED
HER GOLD WEDDING RING
AND I THOUGHT I SAW
A TEARDROP IN HER EYE...
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH
I LOVE YOU,
SHE SAID,
AND I THOUGHT
OF THE MANY YEARS
WE'D BEEN WED...
AS I TOLD HER
NO ONE COULD BE
AS HAPPY AS I...
...AND THEN
THE STRANGEST FEELING
FILLED THE ROOM...
NOT ONE OF HAPPINESS,
BUT ONE OF GLOOM...
AND FOR THE FIRST TIME
IN MY LIFE,
I SAW SADNESS
IN HER FACE...
I REACHED OUT
TO TOUCH HER
AND SHE DREW AWAY...
AND TOLD ME AGAIN
THAT OURS WAS A LOVE
THAT TIME
COULD NEVER ERASE...
AND THEN I THOUGHT
I HEARD
A THOUSAND VOICES SINGING
AND I REALIZED
IT WAS THE TELEPHONE RINGING...
AND THAT'S WHEN
I SAW THE HALO
SURROUND HER GOLDEN HAIR...
I TURNED TREMBLING
TO THE RECEIVER
AND I HEARD
A COLD VOICE SAY
THAT THERE'D BEEN A WRECK
OUT ON THE HIGHWAY.
AND I KNEW
THAT WHEN I LOOKED BACK
SHE WOULDN'T BE THERE,
BECAUSE
spoken or sung
IT WAS AN ANGEL'S WAY
OF SAYING GOODBYE.
Writers Jim Steinman

Genres Classic Rock, Rock, Spoken Word

Recorded 1978

Lyrics I. PARADISE

Boy: I REMEMBER
EVERY LITTLE THING
AS IF IT HAPPENED ONLY YESTERDAY,
PARKING BY THE LAKE
AND THERE WAS
NOT ANOTHER CAR IN SIGHT.
AND I NEVER HAD A GIRL
LOOKING ANY BETTER
THAN YOU DID,
AND ALL THE KIDS AT SCHOOL,
THEY WERE WISHING
THEY WERE ME THAT NIGHT.

AND NOW OUR BODIES ARE OH,
SO CLOSE AND TIGHT.
IT NEVER FELT SO GOOD,
IT NEVER FELT SO RIGHT.
AND WE'RE GLOWING
LIKE THE METAL
ON THE EDGE OF A KNIFE,
GLOWING LIKE THE METAL
ON THE EDGE OF A KNIFE.

COME ON! HOLD ON TIGHT!
WELL, COME ON! HOLD ON TIGHT!
'THOUGH IT'S COLD AND LONELY
IN THE DEEP DARK NIGHT,
I CAN SEE
PARADISE BY THE DASHBOARD LIGHT.

Girl: AIN'T NO DOUBT
ABOUT IT,
WE WERE DOUBLY BLESSED,
'CAUSE WE WERE
BARELY SEVENTEEN
AND WE WERE BARELY DRESSED.
Boy & Girl: AIN'T NO DOUBT
ABOUT IT.
BABY, GOTTA GO
AND SHOUT IT.
AIN'T NO DOUBT
ABOUT IT,
WE WERE DOUBLY BLESSED.
Boy: 'CAUSE WE WERE
BARELY SEVENTEEN
AND WE WERE BARELY DRESSED.

BABY,
DON'TCHA HEAR MY HEART,
YOU GOT IT
DROWNING OUT THE RADIO.
I'VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG
FOR YOU TO COME ALONG
AND HAVE SOME FUN.
AND I GOTTA LET YOU KNOW,
NO,
YOU'RE NEVER GONNA
REGRET IT.
SO OPEN UP YOUR EYES,
I GOT A BIG SURPRISE,
IT'LL FEEL ALRIGHT,
WELL,
I WANNA MAKE
YOUR MOTOR RUN.

AND NOW OUR BODIES ARE OH,
SO CLOSE AND TIGHT.
IT NEVER FELT SO GOOD,
IT NEVER FELT SO RIGHT.
AND WE'RE GLOWING
LIKE THE METAL
ON THE EDGE OF A KNIFE,
GLOWING LIKE THE METAL
ON THE EDGE OF A KNIFE.

COME ON! HOLD ON TIGHT!
WELL, COME ON! HOLD ON TIGHT!
'THOUGH IT'S COLD
AND LONELY
IN THE DEEP DARK NIGHT,
I CAN SEE
PARADISE BY THE DASHBOARD LIGHT.
'THOUGH IT'S COLD
AND LONELY
IN THE DEEP DARK NIGHT,
IN THE DEEP DARK NIGHT
PARADISE BY THE DASHBOARD LIGHT.

YOU GOT TO DO WHAT YOU CAN,
AND LET MOTHER NATURE
DO THE REST.
THERE AIN'T NO DOUBT ABOUT IT,
WE WERE DOUBLY BLESSED,
'CAUSE WE WERE SEVENTEEN
AND WE WERE BARELY...

WE'RE GONNA GO
ALL THE WAY TONIGHT,
WE'RE GONNA GO
ALL THE WAY
AND TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT.
WE'RE GONNA GO
ALL THE WAY TONIGHT,
WE'RE GONNA GO
ALL THE WAY
AND TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT!

Baseball Play-By-Play On The Car Radio:
O.K., here we go,
we got a real pressure cooker
going here,
two down,
nobody on,
no score,
bottom of the ninth,
there's the wind-up,
and there it is,
a line shot
up the middle,
look at him go,
This boy
can really fly!

He's rounding first
and really turning it on now,
he's not letting up at all,
he's gonna try for second
the ball is bobbled out
in center,
and here comes the throw,
and what a throw!
He's gonna slide in
head first,
here he comes,
he's out!
No, wait, safe -
safe at second base,
this kid really
makes things happen
out there.

Batter steps up to the plate,
here's the pitch - he's going,
and what a jump he's got,
he's trying for third,
here's the throw,
it's in the dirt -
safe at third!
Holy cow,
stolen base!

He's taking a pretty big lead
out there,
almost daring him to try
and pick him off.
The pitcher glances over,
winds up,
and it's bunted,
bunted down
the third base line,
the suicide squeeze
is on!
Here he comes,
squeeze play,
it's gonna be close,
here's the throw,
here's the play
at the plate,
holy cow, I think
he's gonna make it!

II. LET ME SLEEP ON IT

sung:
Girl: STOP RIGHT THERE!
I GOTTA KNOW RIGHT NOW!
BEFORE WE GO ANY FURTHER,
DO YOU LOVE ME?
WILL YOU LOVE ME FOREVER,
DO YOU NEED ME?
WILL YOU NEVER LEAVE ME?
WILL YOU MAKE ME SO HAPPY
FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE?
WILL YOU TAKE ME AWAY
AND WILL YOU MAKE ME
YOUR WIFE?
DO YOU LOVE ME?
WILL YOU LOVE ME FOREVER?
DO YOU NEED ME?
WILL YOU NEVER LEAVE ME?
WILL YOU MAKE ME SO HAPPY
FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE?
WILL YOU TAKE ME AWAY
AND WILL YOU MAKE ME
YOUR WIFE?
I GOTTA KNOW RIGHT NOW,
BEFORE WE GO ANY FURTHER,
DO YOU LOVE ME?
WILL YOU LOVE ME FOREVER?

Boy: LET ME SLEEP ON IT.
BABY, BABY,
LET ME SLEEP ON IT.
LET ME SLEEP ON IT,
AND I'LL GIVE YOU
AN ANSWER IN THE MORNING.
LET ME SLEEP ON IT.
BABY, BABY,
LET ME SLEEP ON IT.
LET ME SLEEP ON IT,
AND I'LL GIVE YOU
AN ANSWER IN THE MORNING.
LET ME SLEEP ON IT.
BABY, BABY,
LET ME SLEEP ON IT.
LET ME SLEEP ON IT.
I'LL GIVE YOU
AN ANSWER IN THE MORNING.

Girl: I GOTTA KNOW RIGHT NOW!
DO YOU LOVE ME?
WILL YOU LOVE ME FOREVER?
DO YOU NEED ME?
WILL YOU NEVER LEAVE ME?
WILL YOU MAKE ME SO HAPPY
FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE?
WILL YOU TAKE ME AWAY
AND WILL YOU MAKE ME
YOUR WIFE?
I GOTTA KNOW RIGHT NOW!
BEFORE WE GO ANY FURTHER,
DO YOU LOVE ME?
WILL YOU LOVE ME FOREVER?

spoken:
COME ON!
I CAN WAIT ALL NIGHT!
WHAT'S IT GONNA BE, BOY...
YES OR NO?
WHAT'S IT GONNA BE, BOY?
YES...OR...NO?

sung
Boy: LET ME SLEEP ON IT.
BABY, BABY,
LET ME SLEEP ON IT.
LET ME SLEEP ON IT.
I'LL GIVE YOU
AN ANSWER IN THE MORNING.
LET ME SLEEP ON IT.
BABY, BABY,
LET ME SLEEP ON IT.
LET ME SLEEP ON IT.
I'LL GIVE YOU
AN ANSWER IN THE MORNING,
THE MORNING,
I'LL TELL YOU IN THE MORNING.

Girl: I GOTTA KNOW RIGHT NOW!
DO YOU LOVE ME?
DO YOU LOVE ME FOREVER?
DO YOU NEED ME?
WILL YOU NEVER LEAVE ME?
WILL YOU MAKE ME SO HAPPY
FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE?
WILL YOU TAKE ME AWAY,
WILL YOU MAKE ME YOUR WIFE?
I GOTTA KNOW RIGHT NOW.
BEFORE WE GO ANY FURTHER,
DO YOU LOVE ME?
WILL YOU LOVE ME FOREVER?

Boy: LET ME SLEEP ON IT!
Girl: WILL YOU LOVE ME FOREVER?
Boy: LET ME SLEEP ON IT.
Girl: WILL YOU LOVE ME FOREVER?

III. PRAYING FOR THE END OF TIME

Boy: I COULDN'T TAKE IT
ANY LONGER,
LORD, I WAS CRAZED,
AND WHEN THE FEELING
CAME UPON ME
LIKE A TIDAL WAVE,
I STARTED SWEARING
TO MY GOD
AND ON MY MOTHER'S GRAVE
THAT I WOULD LOVE YOU
TILL THE END OF TIME,
I SWORE
THAT I WOULD LOVE YOU
TILL THE END OF TIME!

SO NOW I'M PRAYING
FOR THE END OF TIME
TO HURRY UP AND ARRIVE.
'CAUSE IF I GOTTA SPEND
ANOTHER MINUTE WITH YOU,
I DON'T THINK
I CAN REALLY SURVIVE.
I'LL NEVER
BREAK MY PROMISE
OR FORGET MY VOW,
BUT GOD ONLY KNOWS
WHAT I CAN DO RIGHT NOW.
I'M PRAYING
FOR THE END OF TIME,
IT'S ALL THAT I CAN DO.
PRAYING
FOR THE END OF TIME
SO I CAN END MY TIME
WITH YOU.

WELL, IT WAS LONG AGO,
AND IT WAS FAR AWAY,
AND IT WAS SO MUCH BETTER
THAN IT IS TODAY!
WELL, IT WAS LONG AGO,
AND IT WAS FAR AWAY,
AND IT WAS SO MUCH BETTER
THAN IT IS TODAY!
WELL, IT WAS LONG AGO,
AND IT WAS FAR AWAY,
AND IT WAS SO MUCH BETTER
THAN IT IS TODAY!
WELL, IT WAS LONG AGO,
AND IT WAS FAR AWAY,
AND IT WAS SO MUCH BETTER
THAN IT IS TODAY!
Writers Tommy Faile

Genres Country, Americana, Classic Country, Spoken Word

Recorded 1967

Lyrics I WAS OUT ON THE WEST COAST
TRYIN' TO MAKE A BUCK.
THINGS DIDN'T WORK OUT,
I WAS DOWN ON MY LUCK.
GOT TIRED OF ROAMIN'
AND BUMMIN' AROUND,
SO I STARTED THUMBING BACK EAST
TOWARD MY HOME TOWN.

MADE A LOT OF MILES
THE FIRST TWO DAYS,
I FIGURED I'D BE HOME IN A WEEK,
IF MY LUCK HELD THIS WAY.
BUT THE THIRD NIGHT
I GOT STRANDED WAY OUT OF TOWN
AT A COLD LONELY CROSSROAD,
RAIN WAS POURING DOWN.

I WAS HUNGRY AND FREEZIN',
DONE CAUGHT A CHILL,
WHEN THE LIGHTS OF A BIG RIG SEMI
TOPPED THE HILL.
LORD, I WAS SURE GLAD
TO HEAR THEM AIR BRAKES COME ON,
AND I CLIMBED IN THAT CAB
WHERE I KNEW IT WOULD BE WARM.

AT THE WHEEL SAT A BIG MAN,
HE WEIGHED 'BOUT TWO TEN.
HE STUCK OUT HIS HAND
AND SAID WITH A GRIN,
BIG JOE'S THE NAME.
I TOLD HIM MINE,
HE SAID,
THE NAME OF MY RIG'S PHANTOM 309.

I ASKED HIM
WHY HE CALLED HIS RIG SUCH A NAME.
HE SAID,
SON, THIS OLD MACK
CAN PUT 'EM ALL TO SHAME.
THERE AIN'T A DRIVER
OR A RIG RUNNIN' ANY LINE,
THAT'S SEEN NOTHIN'
BUT TAIL LIGHTS FROM PHANTOM 309.

WE RODE AND TALKED
THE BEST PART OF THE NIGHT,
WHEN THE LIGHTS OF A TRUCK STOP
CAME IN SIGHT.
HE SAID, I'M SORRY, SON,
THIS IS FAR AS YOU GO,
'CAUSE I GOTTA MAKE ANOTHER TURN
JUST UP THE ROAD.

HE TOSSED ME A DIME
AS HE PULLED HER IN LOW,
AND SAID,
HAVE YOURSELF A HOT CUP ON OLD BIG JOE.
WHEN JOE AND HIS RIG
ROARED OUT IN THE NIGHT
IN NOTHIN' FLAT,
HE WAS CLEAN OUT OF SIGHT.

I WENT INSIDE AND ORDERED ME A CUP,
TOLD THE WAITER
BIG JOE WAS SETTIN' ME UP.
YOU COULDA HEARD A PIN DROP,
IT GOT DEATHLY QUIET
AND THE WAITER'S FACE
TURNED KINDA WHITE.

DID I SAY SOMETHIN' WRONG?,
I SAID WITH A HALF WAY GRIN.
HE SAID, NO,
THIS HAPPENS EVERY NOW AND THEN.
EVERY DRIVER IN HERE
KNOWS BIG JOE,
BUT, SON,
LET ME TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED
'BOUT TEN YEARS AGO.

AT THE CROSSROADS TONIGHT
WHERE YOU FLAGGED HIM DOWN,
THERE WAS A BUS LOAD OF KIDS
ACOMING FROM TOWN.
THEY WERE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE
WHEN JOE TOPPED THE HILL,
IT COULD HAVE BEEN SLAUGHTER
BUT HE TURNED HIS WHEELS.

JOE LOST CONTROL,
WENT INTO A SKID,
GAVE HIS OWN LIFE
TO SAVE THAT BUNCH OF KIDS.
AND THERE AT THAT CROSSROADS
WAS THE END OF THE LINE
FOR BIG JOE AND PHANTOM 309.

BUT EVERY NOW AND THEN,
SOME HIKER'LL COME BY,
AND LIKE YOU,
BIG JOE'LL GIVE 'EM A RIDE.
HERE, HAVE ANOTHER CUP
AND FORGET ABOUT THE DIME,
KEEP IT AS A SOUVENIR
FROM BIG JOE AND PHANTOM 309.
Writers Gil Scott-Heron

Genres Standard, Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Folk, Americana, Spoken Word

Recorded 1970

Lyrics YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO STAY HOME,
BROTHER.
YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO PLUG IN,
TURN ON
AND COP OUT.
YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO LOSE YOURSELF
ON SKAG
AND SKIP OUT FOR BEER
DURING COMMERCIALS
BECAUSE THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED.

THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED.
THE REVOLUTION
WILL NOT BE BROUGHT TO YOU BY XEROX
IN FOUR PARTS
WITHOUT COMMERCIAL INTERRUPTIONS.
THE REVOLUTION
WILL NOT SHOW YOU PICTURES OF NIXON
BLOWING A BUGLE
AND LEADING A CHARGE
BY JOHN MITCHELL,
GENERAL ABRAMS
AND MENDEL RIVERS
TO EAT HOG MAWS
CONFISCATED FROM A HARLEM SANCTUARY
THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED.

THE REVOLUTION
WILL NOT BE BROUGHT TO YOU
BY THE SCHAEFER AWARD THEATER
AND WILL NOT STAR NATALIE WOODS
AND STEVE MCQUEEN
OR BULLWINKLE AND JULIA.
THE REVOLUTION
WILL NOT GIVE YOUR MOUTH SEX APPEAL.
THE REVOLUTION
WILL NOT GET RID OF THE NUBS.
THE REVOLUTION
WILL NOT MAKE YOU LOOK
FIVE POUNDS THINNER
THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED,
BROTHER.

THERE WILL BE NO PICTURES OF YOU
AND WILLIE MAYS
PUSHING THAT SHOPPING CART
DOWN THE BLOCK
ON THE DEAD RUN,
OR TRYING TO SLIDE
THAT COLOR TELEVISION
INTO A STOLEN AMBULANCE.
NBC WILL NOT BE ABLE PREDICT
THE WINNER
AT EIGHT THIRTY TWO
ON REPORTS
FROM TWENTY NINE DISTRICTS
THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED.

THERE WILL BE NO PICTURES
OF PIGS SHOOTING DOWN BROTHERS
IN THE INSTANT REPLAY.
THERE WILL BE NO PICTURES
OF WHITNEY YOUNG
BEING RUN OUT OF HARLEM
ON A RAIL
WITH A BRAND NEW PROCESS.
THERE WILL BE NO SLOW MOTION
OR STILL LIFE
OF ROY WILKENS
STROLLING THROUGH WATTS
IN A RED, BLACK AND GREEN
LIBERATION JUMPSUIT
THAT HE HAD BEEN SAVING
FOR JUST THE RIGHT OCCASION.

GREEN ACRES,
THE BEVERLY HILLBILLIES,
AND HOOTERVILLE JUNCTION
WILL NO LONGER
BE SO GOD DAMNED RELEVANT,
AND WOMEN WILL NOT CARE
IF DICK FINALLY SCREWED JANE
ON SEARCH FOR TOMORROW
BECAUSE BLACK PEOPLE
WILL BE IN THE STREET
LOOKING FOR A BRIGHTER DAY
THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED.

THERE WILL BE NO HIGHLIGHTS
ON THE ELEVEN O'CLOCK NEWS
AND NO PICTURES
OF HAIRY ARMED WOMEN LIBERATIONISTS
AND JACKIE ONASSIS
BLOWING HER NOSE.
THE THEME SONG
WILL NOT BE WRITTEN
BY JIM WEBB
OR FRANCIS SCOTT KEY,
NOR SUNG BY GLEN CAMPBELL,
TOM JONES,
JOHNNY CASH
OR ENGLEBERT HUMPERDINK.
THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED.

THE REVOLUTION
WILL NOT BE RIGHT BACK
AFTER A MESSAGE
ABOUT A WHITE TORNADO,
WHITE LIGHTNING,
OR WHITE PEOPLE.
YOU WILL NOT HAVE TO WORRY
ABOUT A DOVE
IN YOUR BEDROOM,
A TIGER IN YOUR TANK,
OR THE GIANT
IN YOUR TOILET BOWL.
THE REVOLUTION
WILL NOT GO BETTER WITH COKE.
THE REVOLUTION
WILL NOT FIGHT THE GERMS
THAT MAY CAUSE BAD BREATH.
THE REVOLUTION
WILL PUT YOU
IN THE DRIVER'S SEAT.

THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED,
WILL NOT BE TELEVISED,
WILL NOT BE TELEVISED,
WILL NOT BE TELEVISED.
THE REVOLUTION
WILL BE NO RE-RUN,
BROTHERS
THE REVOLUTION WILL BE LIVE.
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