Соло-John
Тексты песен сольных альбомов Джона Леннона
SOMETIME IN NEW YORK CITY
DISC ONE
WOMAN IS THE NIGGER OF THE WORLD (5:18)
SISTERS, O SISTERS (3:49)
ATTICA STATE (2:57)
BORN IN A PRISON (4:06)
NEW YORK CITY (4:32)
SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY (5:04)
THE LUCK OF THE IRISH (2:59)
JOHN SINCLAIR (3:31)
ANGELA (4:08)
WE'RE ALL WATER (7:14)
DISC TWO (BONUS): LIVE JAM
COLD TURKEY (8:36)
DON'T WORRY KYOKO (16:00)
WELL (BABY PLEASE DON'T GO) (4:41)
JAMRAG (5:37)
SCUMBAG (6:12)
AU (6:20)
WOMAN IS THE NIGGER OF THE WORLD
By John Lennon and Yoko Ono
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is, think about it.
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Think about it, do something about it.
We make her paint her face and dance,
If she won't be a slave and say that she don't love us.
If she's real, we say she's tryin' to be a man,
While puttin' her down we pretend that she's above us.
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you don't believe me, take a look at the one you're with.
Woman is the slave of the slaves,
Oh yeah, better scream about it, yeah!
We make her bear and raise our children,
And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen.
We tell her home is the only place she should be,
Then we complain that she's too unworldly to be our friend.
Oh, woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you don't believe me, take a look at the one you're with.
Oh, woman is the slave to the slave,
Yeah, all right.
Hit it!
We insult her ev'ry day on tv,
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence.
When she's young, we kill her will to be free,
While tellin' her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb.
Oh well, woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you don't believe me, take a look at the one you're with.
Woman is the slave to the slaves,
Yes, she is,
If you believe, we'd better scream about it!
Uh, uh, uh, hey, hey.
We make her paint her face and dance...
SISTERS, O SISTERS
By Yoko Ono
"Male chauvinist pig engineer, ha, ha!"
"Right on, sister!"
We lost our green land, we lost our clean air,
We lost our true wisdom and we live in despair.
O sisters, o sisters, let's stand up right now,
It's never too late to start from the start.
O wisdom, o wisdom, that's what we ask for,
And, yes, my dear sisters, we must learn to ask.
Wisdom, o wisdom, that's what we ask for,
That's what we live for now.
Wisdom, o wisdom, that's what we ask for,
That's what we live for now.
O sisters, o sisters, let's wake up right now,
It's never too late to shout from our hearts.
O freedom, o freedom, that's what we fight for,
And, yes, my dear sisters, we must learn to fight.
Freedom, o freedom, that's what we ask for,
That's what we live for now.
O freedom, o freedom, that's what we ask for,
That's what we live for now.
O sisters, o sisters, let's give up no more,
It's never too late to build a new world.
O new world, o new world, that's what we live for,
And, yes, my dear sisters, we must learn to live.
New world, o new world, that's what we live for,
That's what we must now learn to build.
O new world, o new world, that's what we live for,
That's what we must now learn to build.
ATTICA STATE
By John Lennon and Yoko Ono
What a waste of human power,
What a waste of human lives.
Shoot the pris'ners in the towers,
Forty-three poor widowed wives.
Attica state, Attica state,
We're all mates with Attica state.
Media blames it on the pris'ners,
But the pris'ners did not kill.
"Rockefeller pulled the trigger",
That is what the people feel.
Free all pris'ners, jail all judges,
Free all pris'ners ev'rywhere.
All they want is truth and justice,
All the need is love and care.
They all live in suffocation,
Let's not watch them die in sorrow (yeh!)
Now's the time for revolution,
Give them all a chance to grow.
Come together, join the movement,
Take a stand for human rights.
Fear and hatred clouds our judgement,
Free us all from endless night.
Attica state, Attica state,
We all live in Attica state.
We're born in a prison, raised in a prison,
Sent to a prison called school.
We cry in a prison, we love in a prison,
We dream in a prison like fools.
Wood becomes a flute when it's loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when it's broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live with no reason, kicked 'round for no reason,
Thrown out without reason like tools.
We work in a prison and hate in a prison,
And die in a prison as a rule.
We live in a prison 'mong judges and wardens
And wait for no reason for you.
We laugh in a prison, go through all four seasons,
And die with no vision of truth.
Born in a prison!..
NEW YORK CITY
By John Lennon
Standing on the corner, just me and Yoko Ono,
We was waiting for Jerry to land.
Up come a man with a guitar in his hand,
Singing, "Have a marijuana, if you can".
His name was David Peel and we found that he was real,
He sang, "The pope smokes dope ev'ryday".
Up come a policeman, shoved us of the street,
Singing, "Power to the people today".
New York City!
New York City!
New York City!
Que pasa, New York?
Que pasa, New York?
Hey, hey!
Well, down to max's, Kansas City, got down the nitty gritty
With the Elephant's Memory Band.
Laid something down as the news spread around
About the Plastic Ono Elephant's Memory Band.
Well, we played some funky boogie, and laid some tutti fritti,
Singing, "Long tall Sally's a man".
Up come a preacher man, tryin' to be a teacher,
Singing, "God's a red herring in drag!"
Oh yeah!
Well, we did the staten island ferry, making movies for the telly,
Played the fillmore and apollo for freedom.
Tried to shake our image, just a-cycling through the village,
But we found that we had left it back in London.
Well, nobody came to bug us, hustle us or shove us,
We decided to make it our home.
If the man wants to shove us out, we gonna jump and shout,
The statue of liberty said, "Come!"
Well, New York, yeh,
Alright!
Oh, New York City!
Back in New York City!
Yeah, New York City!
Que pasa, New York?
Que pasa, New York?
Ass city!
Down in the village,
Yeah, what a city!
Que pasa, New York?
Que pasa, New York?
Yeah, rock on!
Hey! What a bad, bad city!
Bad-ass city!
Bad-ass city!
Que pasa, New York?
Que pasa, New York?
Hey, city, city!
SUNDAY, BLOODY SUNDAY
By John Lennon and Yoko Ono
Well, it was Sunday, bloody Sunday when the shot the people there.
The cries of thirteen martyrs filled the free derry air.
Is there anyone amongst you dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding when they nailed the coffin lids!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sunday's the day.
Well, you claim to be majority, well, you know that it's a lie.
You're really a minority on this sweet emerald isle.
When stormont bans our marches, they've got a lot to learn,
Internment is no answer, it's those mothers' turn to burn.
All you anglo pigs and scotties sent to colonise the north,
You wave your bloody union jacks and you know what it's worth.
How dare you hold to ransom a people proud and free?
Keep Ireland to the Irish, put the English back to sea!
Hey, hey, hey!
Alright!
Ooh, yeah!
Well, it's always bloody Sunday in the concentration camps.
Keep falls road free forever from the bloody British hands.
Repatriate to Britain all of you who call it home,
Leave Ireland to the Irish not for London or for Rome.
Sunday, bloody Sunday, bloody Sunday's the day...
THE LUCK OF THE IRISH
By John Lennon and Yoko Ono
If you had the luck of the Irish,
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead.
You should have the luck of the Irish,
And you'd wish you was English instead.
A thousand years of torture and hunger,
Drove the people away from their land.
A land full of beauty and wonder
Was raped by the British brigands!
Goddamned! Goddamned!
If you could keep voices like flowers,
There's be shamrock all over the world.
If you could drink dreams like Irish streams,
Then the world would be as high as the mountain of morn.
In the 'pool they told us the story
How the English divided the land.
Of the pain and the death and the glory
And the poets of Auld Eireland.
If we could make chains with the morning dew,
The world would be like galway bay.
Let's walk over rainbows like leprechauns,
The world would be one big blarney stone.
Why the hell are the English there anyway?
As they kill with god on their side!
Blame it all on the kids and the I.R.A.
As the bastards commit genocide!
Aye, aye! Genocide!
If you had the luck of the Irish,
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead.
You should have the luck of the Irish,
And you'd wish you was English instead.
Yes, you'd wish you was English instead.
JOHN SINCLAIR
By John Lennon
It ain't fair, John Sinclair,
In the stir for breathing air.
Won't you care for John Sinclair,
In the stir for breathing air?
Let him be, set him free,
Let him be like you and me.
They gave him ten for two,
What else can the judges do?
We got, we got, we got, we got, we got,
We got, we got, we got, we got, we got,
We got, we got, we got, we got, we got to set him free.
If he'd been a soldier man,
Shooting gooks in Vietnam,
If he was the C.I.A.,
Selling dope and making hay,
He'd be free, they'd let him be,
Breathing air like you and me.
Right on!
They gave him ten for two,
They got old lee otis too!
We got, we got, we got, we got, we got,
We got, we got, we got, we got, we got,
We got, we got, we got, we got to set him free, free now!
Was he jailed for what he done
Or representing ev'ryone?
Free John now, if you can,
From the clutches of the man.
Let him be, lift the lid,
Bring him home to his wife and kids.
Alright!
They gave him ten for two,
What else can the bastards do?
We got, we got, we got, we got, we got,
We got, we got, we got, we got, we got,
We got, we got, we got, we got, we got to set him free, free!
ANGELA
By John Lennon and Yoko Ono
Angela, they put you in prison,
Angela, they shot down your man.
Angela, you're one of the millions
Of political prisoners in the world.
Sister, there's a wind that never dies,
Sister, we're breathing together.
Sister, our love and hopes forever,
Keep on moving, oh, so slowly 'round the world.
They gave you sunshine,
They gave you sea,
They gave you ev'rything but the jailhouse key.
They gave you coffee,
They gave you tea,
They gave you ev'rything but equality.
Angela, can you hear the world is turning,
Angela, the world watches you.
Angela, you soon will be returning
To your sisters and your brothers of the world.
Sister, you're still a people teacher,
Sister, your word reaches far.
Sister, there's a million diff'rent races,
But we all share the same future in the world.
WE'RE ALL WATER
By Yoko Ono
There may not be much diff'rence
Between Chairman Mao and Richard Nixon
If we strip them naked.
There may not be much diff'rence
Between Marylin Monroe and Lenny Bruce
If we check their coffins.
There may not be much diff'rence
Between white house and hall of people
If we count their windows.
There may not be much diff'rence
Between Raquel Welch and Jerry Rubin
If we hear their heartbeat.
We're all water from diff'rent rivers,
That's why it's so easy to meet.
We're all water in this vast, vast ocean,
Some day we'll evaporate together.
There may not be much diff'rence
Between Eldridge Cleaver and the Queen of England
If we bottle their tears.
There may not be much diff'rence
Between Manson and the pope
If we press their smile.
There may not be much diff'rence
Between Rockefeller and you
If we hear you sing.
There may not be much diff'rence
Between you and me
If we show our dreams.
Hey!
What's the diff'rence?
What's the diff'rence?
What's, what's oh, what's?
There's no diff'rence!
There's no diff'rence!
What's the diff'rence?
What's the diff'rence?
COLD TURKEY
By John Lennon
Recorded live at London's Lyceum Ballroom, 15 December 1969
"Yes, we'd like to do a number... This song is about pain"
Temp'rature's risin', fever is high,
Can't see no future, can't see no sky.
My feet are so heavy, so is my head,
I wish I was a baby, I wish I was dead.
Cold turkey has got me on the run.
My body is aching, goose pimple bone.
Can't see nobody, leave me alone.
My eyes are wide open, can't get to sleep,
One thing I'm sure of I'm in at the deep freeze.
Oh, oh, oh!
Turkey has got me on the run.
Thirty-six hours rollin' in pain,
Prayin' to someone, free me again.
Oh, I'll be a good boy, please make me well,
I promise you anything, get me out of this hell.
Well, cold turkey has got me on the run.
DON'T WORRY, KYOKO
By Yoko Ono
Recorded live at London's Lyceum Ballroom, 15 December 1969
"John, I love you! Britain, you killed Hanratty, you murderer! You killed Hanratty!"
WELL (BABY, PLEASE DON'T GO)
By Walter Ward
Recorded live at New York's Fillmore East, 6 June 1971
"Hey! Sit down and cool it for a minute so we can hear what we're gonna do. And those of you in the band who have no idea what's about to happen, this is in A minor and it's not standard blues changes"
"Oh, my God!"
"But it's close!"
"This is a song that I used to sing when I was in the Cavern in Liverpool. I haven't done it since so..."
Two, three, four!
You know I love you, baby, please don't go, well, well,
You know I love you, baby, please don't go, well, well,
You know I love you, honey child,
There's nothing that I wouldn't do for you at night.
You know I love you, baby, please don't go, well.
Zappa!
You know I want you, baby, please don't go, well, well,
You know I want you, baby, please don't go,
You know I love you, honey child,
There's nothing that I wouldn't do for you right now.
You know I want you, baby, please don't go, well.
Well, you know I love you, baby, please don't go, well,
You know I love you, baby, please don't go,
You know I love you, honey child,
Nothing that I wouldn't do for you right now.
I know I love you, baby, please don't go, well, well.
Hey!
SCUMBAG
By John Lennon, Yoko Ono and Frank Zappa
Recorded live at New York's Fillmore East, 6 June 1971
Scumbag, scumbag,
Scumbag, scumbag.
Scumbag, yeah, scumbag,
Scumbag, scumbag, ho!
"Hey, listen! I don't know whether you can tell what the words are to this song, but there's only two of them and I'd like to have you sing along 'cause it's real easy. Anybody who comes to the Fillmore East can sing this song. The name of the song is 'Scumbag'.
Ok? And all you gotta do is sing 'Scumbag'. Right on, brothers and sister let's hear it for the 'Scumbag'!"
Соло-John
Тексты песен сольных альбомов Джона Леннона