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The Neville Brothers is an American R&B/soul/funk group, formed in 1977 in New Orleans, Louisiana.
lyrics :
Young man on his way home from the market,
Just enjoying a beautiful afternoon
Gets kinda dark, sun just set
There's these other young men standing
On the corner, nothing to do, just hangin' around
They're passing out their weapons to each other:
brass knuckles - pipes - chains - half a bricks
- broken bottles - switchblades
Young man lands in jail for some crime he did not commit
352 years hard labor in Angola prison - 352 years at hard labor
Sleepless nights between sugar cane and cotton
It's where he learns the ropes and pays with his soul
For some crime he did not commit
We think we're safe at home with our bumper stickers saying - Just say no -
We give up a few freedoms here and there in the name of a - Squeaky clean America -
Now they've got us hypnotized and hysterical
Now they've got us hypnotized and hysterical
Screaming for blood and justice
Now they've got us hypnotized and hysterical
Screaming for blood and justice
They show us the faces of hatred over and over - a new one every week
Could be Manuel Noriega
Could be the Ayatollah
Any old scapegoat 'll do
The young man will be our sacrificial lamb
Pro choice - no choice
We're sending our sons and daughters to their slaughter
Pro choice - no choice
Slogans mean nothing
To a young man facing 352 years hard labor in Angola
For a crime he did not commit
It's freedom of speech - as long as you don't say too much
You can't stop running water
You can't kill the fire that burns inside
Don't deny our flesh and blood
And don't forsake our sons and daughters
You can't stop running water
You can't kill the fire that burns inside
Don't deny our flesh and blood
Don't forsake our sons and daughters
It's freedom of speech - as long as you don't say too much
I think we're all runnin' thinkin' that we can hide
I think we're runnin' tryin' to get away
But sooner or later we gonna realize
We gonna meet up with the truth face to face
The Neville Brothers is an American R&B/soul/funk group, formed in 1977 in New Orleans, Louisiana.
lyrics :
Young man on his way home from the market,
Just enjoying a beautiful afternoon
Gets kinda dark, sun just set
There's these other young men standing
On the corner, nothing to do, just hangin' around
They're passing out their weapons to each other:
brass knuckles - pipes - chains - half a bricks
- broken bottles - switchblades
Young man lands in jail for some crime he did not commit
352 years hard labor in Angola prison - 352 years at hard labor
Sleepless nights between sugar cane and cotton
It's where he learns the ropes and pays with his soul
For some crime he did not commit
We think we're safe at home with our bumper stickers saying - Just say no -
We give up a few freedoms here and there in the name of a - Squeaky clean America -
Now they've got us hypnotized and hysterical
Now they've got us hypnotized and hysterical
Screaming for blood and justice
Now they've got us hypnotized and hysterical
Screaming for blood and justice
They show us the faces of hatred over and over - a new one every week
Could be Manuel Noriega
Could be the Ayatollah
Any old scapegoat 'll do
The young man will be our sacrificial lamb
Pro choice - no choice
We're sending our sons and daughters to their slaughter
Pro choice - no choice
Slogans mean nothing
To a young man facing 352 years hard labor in Angola
For a crime he did not commit
It's freedom of speech - as long as you don't say too much
You can't stop running water
You can't kill the fire that burns inside
Don't deny our flesh and blood
And don't forsake our sons and daughters
You can't stop running water
You can't kill the fire that burns inside
Don't deny our flesh and blood
Don't forsake our sons and daughters
It's freedom of speech - as long as you don't say too much
I think we're all runnin' thinkin' that we can hide
I think we're runnin' tryin' to get away
But sooner or later we gonna realize
We gonna meet up with the truth face to face
![Roy Buchanan - The Messiah Will Come Again
Roy Buchanan (23 September 1939 – 14 August 1988) was an American guitarist and blues musician.
lyrics :
[guitar intro]
just a smile, just a glance
the prince of darkness
he just walked past
theres been a lot of evil
thereve been a lot of sayin
but this time Im gonna tell it my way:
There was a town
Strange, lonely little town, they called The World
a lovely, lovely little town
Till one day a stranger appeared
And their hearts rejoiced, and the sad little town was happy again
But there were some that doubted; they disbelieved, so they mocked him
And the stranger, he went away
Now the sad little town that was sad yesterday
is a lot sadder today...
I walked in a lot of places that he never should have been
But I know that the Messiah, he will come again
[guitar part] Roy Buchanan - The Messiah Will Come Again](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/yqwN0luaHB8/mqdefault.jpg)
