Pinwheel of Death

Brian Jackson


SONGS

Writers Gil Scott-Heron, Brian Jackson

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Pop Jazz

Recorded 1971

Lyrics FIND A SHADOW
CAST BY RAINBOWS,
THERE YOULL MEET THE SAGE,
FEEDING RABBITS
BITS OF LETTUCE
OR CLEANING OUT THE CAGE,
HE CAN GIVE YOU MORE DIRECTION
THAN YOUVE EVER KNOWN.
SHOW YOU
YOUR BRONZED BABY SHOES
NOW,
MY HOW YOU HAVE GROWN!
AINT IT NICE TO FLY?
YOURE WAVING
AS SOFT CLOUDS GO BY,
BUT PEACE WONT BE STILL
OF ITS OWN FREE WILL.
SAY YOU WANT TO GO
EXPLORING
YOU GOT TO FIND SOME TRUTH.
CANT STAND ONE MORE DAY
OF CHRISTIANS
SHOUTING DOWN
AT YOU.
YOU SAY
YOU DONT DIG POLITICS
THAT NEVER WAS YOUR BAG,
PEOPLE WHO COULD RUN
FOR OFFICE
WAVE THEIR PRIVATE FLAG.
AINT IT NICE TO FLY?
YOURE WAVING
AS SOFT CLOUDS GO BY,
BUT PEACE WONT BE STILL
OF ITS OWN FREE WILL.
AINT IT NICE TO FLY?
YOURE WAVING
AS SOFT CLOUDS GO BY,
BUT PEACE WONT BE STILL
OF ITS OWN FREE WILL.
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 Gil Scott-Heron, Brian Jackson

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Pop Jazz

Recorded 1974

Lyrics I'M GONNA TAKE MYSELF
A PIECE OF SUNSHINE
AND PAINT IT
ALL OVER MY SKY
BE NO RAIN,
BE NO RAIN.
I'M GONNA TAKE THE SONG
FROM EVERY BIRD
AND MAKE THEM SING IT
JUST FOR ME.
BIRD'S GOT SOMETHING
TO TEACH US ALL
ABOUT BEING FREE,
YEAH,
BE NO RAIN,
BE NO RAIN.

AND I THINK I'LL CALL IT MORNING
FROM NOW ON.
WHY SHOULD I SURVIVE
ON SADNESS
AND TELL MYSELF
I GOT TO BE ALONE?
WHY SHOULD I SUBSCRIBE
TO THIS WORLD'S MADNESS?
KNOWING THAT I'VE GOT TO LIVE ON,
YEAH,
I THINK I'LL CALL IT MORNING
FROM NOW ON.

I'M GONNA TAKE MYSELF
A PIECE OF SUNSHINE
AND PAINT IT ALL OVER MY SKY
BE NO RAIN,
BE NO RAIN.
I'M GONNA TAKE THE SONG
FROM EVERY BIRD
AND MAKE THEM SING IT
JUST FOR ME.
BECAUSE WHY SHOULD I HANG MY HEAD,
WHY SHOULD I LET TEARS
FALL FROM MY EYES,
WHEN I'VE SEEN EVERYTHING
THERE IS TO SEE?
AND I KNOW
THERE IS NO SENSE IN CRYING,
I KNOW
THERE AIN'T NO SENSE IN CRYING.
YEAH,
I THINK I'LL CALL IT MORNING
FROM NOW ON,
I'LL CALL IT MORNING
FROM NOW ON,
YEAH,
BECAUSE
THERE AIN'T GONNA BE NO RAIN,
BE NO RAIN,
BE NO RAIN,
FROM NOW ON.
Writers Gil Scott-Heron, Brian Jackson

Genres Soul, Ballad, Pop Jazz

Recorded 1972

Lyrics OVER THE HILL YOU SEE
THE MIDDLE OF YOUR DAY,
AND THE SUN SAYS,
ITS TIME,
FOR YOU TO GO YOUR WAY.
GO AND TELL YOUR MAMA,
THAT YOU NOW KNOW WHAT TO DO,
HER LOVE WILL COME IN HANDY,
SHE'S ALWAYS SEEN YOU THROUGH.
BUT THERE'S NO ONE HERE
TO GUIDE YOU,
YOU GOT TO DO IT BY YOURSELF.
MINUTES FAIL YOU DAY BY DAY,
AND THERE'S REALLY NOTHING ELSE,
WHERE WERE YOU ALL MORNING?
DODGING LIFE INSIDE YOUR HEART,
NEVER DARING FACE TO DANGER,
THEN ATTACK RIGHT FROM THE START.
GO AND TELL YOUR DADDY
HE WAS RIGHT IN WHAT HE SAID,
BECAUSE THE LAWS OF INDEPENDENCE
DON'T APPLY UNTIL YOU'RE DEAD.
AND THOUGH YOU'D LIKE HIM HERE
TO PUSH YOU
BECAUSE YOU FEEL
A NEED FOR HELP.
MINUTES FAIL YOU DAY BY DAY
AND THERE'S REALLY NOTHING ELSE,
HOW LONG MUST WE LIVE INSIDE?
CHANGE THAT ?
HOW LONG MUST WE JUST SIT BY?
WHEN THERE'S REALLY NOTHING HERE,
ITS THE MIDDLE OF YOUR DAY
WAKE UP TO THE MIDDLE,
WHY DON'T YOU WELCOME
THE MIDDLE OF YOUR DAY?
Writers Gil Scott-Heron, Brian Jackson

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Pop Jazz, Americana

Recorded 1974

Lyrics A CIRCLE SPINNING FASTER
AND GETTING LARGER
ALL THE TIME,
A WHIRLPOOL SPELLED DISASTER
FOR ALL THE PEOPLE
WHO DON'T RHYME.

HIM WHO DON'T FIT
THROUGH THE NEEDLE'S EYE,
HIM WHO JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND,
UNDERSTAND,
UNDERSTAND,
UNDERSTAND.

A BRAND NEW SENSE OF FREEDOM,
A BRAND NEW SENSE OF TIME,
HIM MAY GO
AND STAND ALONE NOW,
AND LEAVE THE HATE
AND FEAR BEHIND.

ALL THE MILLIONS
SPENT FOR KILLING,
SEEMS THE WHOLE WORLD
MUST BE DYING,
ALL THE CHILDREN
WHO GO HUNGRY,
HOW MUCH FOOD
WE COULD BE BUYING?

PEOPLE WAKE UP EVERY MORNING
AND SIMPLY PUSH THEIR LIVES ASIDE,
THEY SEEM TO CARRY ALL THEIR FEELINGS
CRUSHED AND CRUMBLED UP INSIDE,
INSIDE,
INSIDE,
INSIDE.

SO I WENT TO SEE MY FATHER,
MANY QUESTIONS ON MY MIND,
BUT HE DIDN'T WANT TO ANSWER ME,
GOD,
THE WHOLE WORLD MUST BE BLIND.

HIM WHO DON'T FIT
THROUGH THE NEEDLE'S EYE,
HIM MAY SOMEDAY GO INSANE,
INSANE,
INSANE,
INSANE.

A BRAND NEW SENSE OF FREEDOM,
A BRAND NEW SENSE OF TIME,
HIM MAY GO
AND STAND ALONE NOW,
AND LEAVE THE HATE
AND FEAR BEHIND.
Writers Gil Scott-Heron, Brian Jackson

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Pop Jazz

Recorded 1974

Lyrics I SAIL OUT ON MY PAPER SHIP,
THE SEA IS MADE OF FIRE,
I RIDE MY HORSE
OF NUTS AND BOLTS,
WE MADE TO NEVER TIRE.

THE WORLD IS JUST A SIMPLE CIRCLE
I'VE GOT TO KEEP ON TURNING,
YEAH,
I'VE GOT TO KEEP ON TURNING
UNTIL I FALL.

DOWN TO THE TOP OF A MOUNTAIN,
INSIDE A HOLLOW STONE,
I PRETEND
THAT I'M AN IRON MAN,
YEAH,
INSTEAD OF FLESH AND BONE.

THE WORLD IS JUST A SIMPLE CIRCLE
I'VE GOT TO KEEP ON TURNING,
YEAH,
I'VE GOT TO KEEP ON TURNING
UNTIL I FALL.

GO AWAY,
I CAN'T STAND TO SEE YOUR FACE,
BECAUSE YOU'VE SEEN
THE WEAKEST ME
AND NOW YOU KNOW
I'M ONLY HUMAN,
INSTEAD OF ALL THE THINGS
I'D LIKE TO BE.

THE WORLD IS JUST A SIMPLE CIRCLE
I'VE GOT TO KEEP ON TURNING,
YEAH,
I'VE GOT TO KEEP ON TURNING
UNTIL I FALL.
Writers Gil Scott-Heron, Brian Jackson

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Ballad, Pop Jazz, Folk, Americana

Recorded 1970

Lyrics JAGGED JIGSAW PIECES
TOSSED ABOUT THE ROOM,
I SAW MY GRANDMA SWEEPING
WITH HER OLD STRAW BROOM
SHE DIDN'T KNOW
WHAT SHE WAS DOING,
SHE COULD HARDLY UNDERSTAND,
THAT SHE WAS REALLY SWEEPING UP..
PIECES OF A MAN.

I SAW MY DADDY GREET THE MAILMAN
AND I HEARD THE MAILMAN SAY,
NOW DON'T YOU TAKE THIS LETTER
TO HEART,
NOW JIMMY,
BECAUSE THEY'VE LAID OFF
NINE OTHERS TODAY
HE DIDN'T KNOW
WHAT HE WAS SAYING,
HE COULD HARDLY UNDERSTAND,
THAT HE WAS ONLY TALKING TO
PIECES OF A MAN.

I SAW THE THUNDER
AND HEARD THE LIGHTNING,
AND FELT THE BURDEN
OF HIS SHAME,
AND FOR SOME UNKNOWN REASON
HE NEVER TURNED MY WAY.

PIECES OF THAT LETTER
WERE TOSSED ABOUT THAT ROOM,
AND NOW I HEAR
THE SOUND OF SIRENS
COME KNIFING
THROUGH THE GLOOM
THEY DON'T KNOW
WHAT THEY ARE DOING,
THEY COULD HARDLY UNDERSTAND,
THAT THEY'RE ONLY ARRESTING
PIECES OF A MAN.

I SAW HIM GO TO PIECES,
I SAW HIM GO TO PIECES
HE WAS ALWAYS
SUCH A GOOD MAN,.
HE WAS ALWAYS
SUCH A STRONG MAN,.
YEAH,
I SAW HIM GO TO PIECES,
I SAW HIM GO TO PIECES.
Writers Gil Scott-Heron, Brian Jackson

Genres Soul, Jazz, Americana

Recorded 1971

Lyrics HERE I AM
AFTER SO MANY YEARS,
HOUNDED BY HATRED
AND TRAPPED BY FEAR.
I'M IN A BOX,
I'VE GOT NO PLACE TO GO,
IF I FOLLOW MY MIND
I KNOW
I'LL SLAUGHTER MY OWN.

HELP ME,
I'M THE PRISONER
WON'T YOU HEAR MY PLEA?
I NEED SOMEBODY,
YEAH,
TO LISTEN TO ME.
I BEG YOU,
BROTHERS AND SISTERS,
I'M COUNTING ON YOU.
YEAH.

BLACK BABIES IN THE WOMB,
ARE SHACKLED AND BOUND,
CHAINED BY THE CAVEMAN
WHO KEEPS BEAUTY DOWN.
SMACKED ON THE ASS
WHEN THEY'RE SQUALLING
AND WET,
HEIR
TO A SPINELESS MAN
WHO NEVER FORGETS,
NEVER FORGETS
THAT HE'S A PRISONER.

CAN'T YOU HEAR MY PLEA?
BECAUSE I NEED SOMEBODY,
LORD KNOWS,
TO LISTEN TO ME.
I'M A STRANGER
TO MY SON
WHO WONDERS
WHY HIS DADDY RUNS.
YEAH.

ON MY WAY TO WORK
IN THE MORNING
WHEN I DON'T GIVE A DAMN,
CAN NOBODY SEE
JUST WHO THE HELL I AM?
HEMMED IN
BY A SUIT,
AND ALL CHOKED UP
IN A TIE,
AIN'T NO WONDER
SOMETIMES NEAR MORNING
I HEAR MY WOMAN CRY.
SHE KNOWS
HER MAN IS A PRISONER.

WON'T YOU HEAR MY PLEA?
BECAUSE I NEED SOMEBODY
TO LISTEN TO ME.
MY WOMAN
SHE DON'T SAY,
BUT SHE HATES
TO SEE HER MAN
CHAINED THIS WAY.
YEAH.

HELP ME,
I'M THE PRISONER,
YEAH,
YEAH,
YEAH,
YEAH,
I'M THE PRISONER!
Writers Gil Scott-Heron, Brian Jackson

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Ballad, Pop Jazz

Recorded 1974

Lyrics IT'S A SIGN OF THE AGES,
MARKINGS ON MY MIND,
A MAN AT THE CROSSROADS,
AT ODDS WITH AN ANGRY SKY.
THERE CAN BE NO SALVATION,
THERE CAN BE NO REST,
UNTIL ALL OLD CUSTOMS,
ARE PUT TO THE TEST.

THE GODS ARE ALL ANGRY,
YOU HEAR FROM THE BREEZE,
AS NIGHT SLAMS LIKE A HAMMER,
YEAH,
AND YOU DROP TO YOUR KNEES.

THE QUESTIONS CAN'T BE ANSWERED,
YOU'RE ALWAYS HAUNTED BY THE PAST,
THE WORLD' IS FULL OF CHILDREN
WHO GREW UP TOO FAST.

YEAH,
BUT WHERE CAN YOU RUN
SINCE THERE AIN'T NO WORLD
OF YOUR OWN,
AND YOU KNOW
THAT NO ONE WILL EVER MISS YOU,
YEAH,
YEAH,
YEAH,
WHEN YOU'RE FINALLY GONE.

SO YOU CRY LIKE A BABY,
A BABY,
OR YOU GO OUT
AND GET HIGH,
BUT THERE AIN'T NO PEACE ON EARTH,
MAN,
MAYBE PEACE,
WHEN YOU DIE,
YEAH.
Writers Gil Scott-Heron, Brian Jackson

Genres Soul, Ballad, Pop Jazz

Recorded 1972

Lyrics SPEED ON BY,
DON'T SEEM TO HAVE THE TIME,
WHAT ABOUT THIS LIFE?
WHAT ABOUT THIS LIFE?
CAN I COME BY?

ISSUES IN THE PAPER
SOMEHOW I'M NOT CONCERNED,
SEEMS THAT I'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE,
HERE BEFORE,
BUT I NEVER LEARN.

CHILDREN,
SLOWLY TURN.

TIME STAY GONE,
WE NEVER SAW IT GO,
NOW WHAT DO WE HAVE?
NOW WHAT DO WE HAVE,
THAT WE MAY SHOW?
FRIENDS YOU SWORE YOU'D NEVER LOSE
MELTED FROM YOUR STYLE,
DOWN THE TUNNELS OF YOUR YOUTH,
OF YOUR YOUTH,
NOW YOU NEVER SMILE.

CHILDREN,
LEARN TO SMILE.
Writers Gil Scott-Heron, Brian Jackson

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Jazz, Americana

Recorded 1971

Lyrics AND THOUGH
IT'S BEEN TOO LONG
AND TOO MANY YEARS
HAVE PASSED.
AND THOUGH
THE TIME HAS GONE,
THE MEMORIES
STILL HOLD FAST.

YET AS STRANGE AS IT SEEMS
WE SILL LIVE IN THE PAST.
THE ESSENCE
OF A BLACK LIFE
LOST IN THE HOUR-GLASS.

AND EVER SINCE
WE CAME TO THIS LAND,
THIS COUNTRY
HAS RUED THE DAY
WHEN WE WOULD STAND
AS ONE
AND RAISE OUR VOICES
AND SAY:

YOU KNOW
THERE WON'T BE
NO MORE KILLING,
AND NO MORE TALK
ABOUT CLASS
YOUR SONS
AND YOUR DAUGHTERS
WON'T DIE
IN THE HOUR-GLASS.

A TOAST
TO DAVID WALKER,
A TOAST
TO MARTIN KING,
A TOAST
TO ALL THE LEADERS
WHO HAD
A GOLDEN DREAM.
DREAM ON, DREAM ON.
A TOAST
TO ALL BLACK FATHERS
WHO LIVE
THEIR LIVES IN VAIN.
A TOAST
TO ALL BLACK MOTHERS
WHO SHOULDER
THIS LIFE IN PAIN.

A TOAST TO THE PEOPLE,
A TOAST TO THE PEOPLE,
A TOAST TO THE PEOPLE,
A TOAST TO THE PEOPLE!
Writers Gil Scott-Heron, Brian Jackson

Genres Pop, Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Pop Jazz

Recorded 1971

Lyrics YOU ALWAYS GO OUT OF YOUR WAY
TO IMPRESS ME,
DON'T YOU KNOW BY NOW,
AIN'T NO NEED TO IMPRESS ME?
I'M IMPRESSED
EVERY TIME YOU SMILE,
WHEN I FEEL
LIKE YOU MEAN TO SMILE,
YOU CAN BE SO VERY BEAUTIFUL
WHEN YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE.

EVERY MORNING WHEN YOU WAKE UP
YOU PUT ON A NEW DISGUISE,
HOW LONG DID YOU THINK
IT WOULD TAKE ME TO REALIZE?
GIRL,
THE THINGS YOU WORE AIN'T REAL,
YOU NEVER TELL ME
JUST HOW YOU FEEL,
GIRL,
YOU CAN BE SO VERY BEAUTIFUL
WHEN YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE.

PEOPLE NEVER SEEM TO WANT TO BE THEMSELVES
SO THEY END UP RUNNING IN CIRCLES CONFUSED
YEAH, CONFUSED
JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.

WHEN YOU COULD BE SO VERY BEAUTIFUL
WHEN YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE,
YEAH,
WHEN YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE,
YEAH,
WHEN YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE,
YEAH,
WHEN YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE,
YEAH,
WHEN YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE.

GET IT,
GET IT,
GET IT,
GET IT,
GET IT,
GET IT,
GET IT.

WHEN YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE,
YEAH,
WHEN YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE,
YEAH,
WHEN YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE,
YEAH,
WHEN YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE!
 


Cowriters: Gil Scott-Heron