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Woman Is The Nigger Of The World
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, we say that she don’t love us
If she’s real, we say she’s trying to be a man
While putting 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
Ah, yeh…better scream about it
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
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 staves
Yeh (think about it)
We insult her every day on TV
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence
When she’s young we kill her will to be free
While telling her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb
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 me, you better scream about it.
Repeat:
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance.
Written by John Lennon & Yoko Ono
Sisters, O Sisters
We lost our green land
We lost our clean air
We lost our true wisdom
And we live in despair.
Sisters, O sisters
Let’s stand up right now
It’s never too late
To start from the start.
Wisdom, O Wisdom
That’s what we ask for
And yes, my dear sisters
We must learn to ask.
Middle 8:
Wisdom, O Wisdom
That’s what we ask for
That’s what we live for now.
Sisters, O sisters
Let’s wake up right on
It’s never too late
To shout from our hearts.
Freedom, O Freedom
That’s what we fight for
And yes, my dear sisters
We must learn to fight.
Middle 8:
Freedom, O Freedom
That’s what we ask for
That’s what we live for now.
Sisters, O sisters
Let’s give up no more
It’s never too late
To build a new world.
New world, O New world
That’s what we live for
And yes, my dear sisters
We must learn to live.
Middle 8:
New world, O New world
That’s what we live for
That’s what we must learn to build.
New world, O New world
That’s what we live for
That’s what we must learn to build.
Written by Yoko Ono
Attica State
What a waste of human power,
What a waste of human lives,
Shoot the prisoners in the towers,
Forty-three poor widowed wives
Media blames it on the prisoners,
But the prisoners did not kill
“Rockefeller pulled the trigger,”
That is what the people feel.
Attica, Attica State, we’re all mates with Attica State
Free the prisoners, free the judges,
Free all prisoners everywhere,
All they want is truth and justice,
All they need is love and care.
They all live in suffocation,
Let’s not watch them die in sorrow,
Now’s the time for revolution,
Give them all a chance to grow.
Attica State. . .
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…
We’re all mates…
We all live in…
Attica, Attica, Attica State.
Written by John Lennon & Yoko Ono
Born In A Prison
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.
Chorus:
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 around 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.
Chorus:
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 in a prison
Among judges and wardens
And wait for no reason or use
We laugh in a prison,
Go through all four seasons,
And die with no vision of truth.
Chorus:
Wood becomes a flute when it’s loved,
Reach for yourself and for your battered mates,
Mirror becomes a razor when it’s broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
Written by Yoko Ono
New York City
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 every day.”
Up come a policeman shoved us up the street
Singing, “Power to the people today!”
NYC…NYC…NYC…
Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York?
Well we went down to Max’s Kansas City
Got down the nitty gritty
With the Elephants Memory Band
Laid something down
As the news spread around
About the Plastic Ono Elephants Memory Band!
Well we played some funky boogie
And laid some tutti frutti
Singing, “Long Tall Sally’s a man.”
Up come a preacherman trying to be a teacher
Singing, “God’s a red herring in drag!”
NYC…NYC…NYC…
Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York?
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 found that we had left it back in London
Well nobody came to bug us,
Hustle us or shove us
So 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!”
NYC…NYC…NYC…
Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York?
NYC Down in the Village
What a bas-ass city!
Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York?
Written by John Lennon
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Well it was Sunday bloody Sunday
When they shot the people there
The cries of thirteen martyrs
Filled the Free Derry air.
Is there any one 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!
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!
Sunday bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday’s the day!
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 for the Irish
Put the English back to sea!
Sunday bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday’s the day!
Yes it’s always bloody Sunday
In the concentration camps
Keep Falls Road free forever
From the bloody English 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!
Written by John Lennon & Yoko Ono
The Luck of the Irish
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! Goddamn! Goddamn!
If you could keep voices like flowers
There’d be shamrock all over the world.
If you could drink dreams like Irish streams
Then the world would be high as the mountain of morn.
In the ‘Pool they told us the story
How the English divided the land,
Of the pain, 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 IRA!
As the bastards commit genocide! Aye! Aye! Genocide!
If you had the luck of the Irish,
You should have the luck of the Irish
You’d be sorry and wish you were dead.
And you’d wish you was English instead!
Yes you’d wish you was English instead!
Written by John Lennon & Yoko Ono
John Sinclair
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?
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta set him free.
If he’d been a soldier man
Shooting gooks in Vietnam
If he was the CIA
Selling dope and making hay
He’d be free, they’d let him be
Breathing air, like you and me.
They gave him ten for two
What more can the judges do?
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta set him free.
Was he jailed for what he done?
Or representing everyone
Free John now, if we can
From the clutches of the man
Let him free, lift the lid
Bring him to his wife and kids.
They gave him ten for two
What more can the bastards do?
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta set him free.
Written by John Lennon
Angela
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 in the world.
Angela, can you hear the earth is turning?
Angela, the world watches you.
Angela, you soon will be returning to your sisters and brothers of the world.
Sister, you’re still a people teacher
Sister, your word reaches far
Sister, there’s a million different races but we all share the same future in the world.
Chorus:
They gave you sunshine
They gave you sea
They gave you everything but the jail house key.
They gave you coffee
They gave you tea
They gave you everything but equality.
Written by John Lennon & Yoko Ono
We’re All Water
There may be not much difference
Between Chairman Mao and Richard Nixon
If we strip them naked.
There may be not much difference
Between Marilyn Monroe and Lenny Bruce
If we check their coffins.
There may be not much difference
Between White House and Hall of People
If we count their windows.
There may be not much difference
Between Raquel Welch and Jerry Rubin
If we hear their heartbeat.
Chorus:
We’re all water from different rivers
That’s why it’s so easy to meet
We’re all water in this vast, vast ocean
Someday we’ll evaporate together.
There may be not much difference
Between Eldridge Cleaver and Queen of England
If we bottle their tears.
There may be not much difference
Between Manson and the Pope
If we press their smile.
There may be not much difference
Between Rockefeller and you
If we hear you sing.
There may be not much difference
Between you and me
If we show our dreams.
Chorus:
We’re all water from different rivers
That’s why it’s so easy to meet
We’re all water in this vast, vast ocean
Someday we’ll evaporate together.
Written by Yoko Ono
Live Jam
Cold Turkey
“Hello? Hello? We’d like to do a number. This songs about pain.”
Temperature’s rising
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 no body
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
Cold turkey has got me on the run
Cold turkey has got me on the run
Thirty-six hours
Rolling in pain
Praying 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
Cold turkey has got me on the run
Written by John Lennon
Don’t Worry Kyoko
“-John, I love you! Britain, you killed Hanratty, you murderer! You killed Hanratty!”
Hanratty!
Hanratty!
Hanratty!
Kyoko, kyoko, kyoko, kyoko
Kyoko, kyoko, kyoko, kyoko
Kyoko, kyoko, kyoko, kyoko
Kyoko, kyoko, kyoko, kyoko
Don’t worry, don’t worry
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Don’t worry.
Written by Yoko Ono
Well (Baby Please Don’t Go)
Frank Zappa:
“Hey, sit down and cool it for a minute so you can hear what we are going to do. And for those of you in the band that have no idea what’s about to happen. This is in A minor and it’s not standard blues changes, but it’s close.”
John Lennon:
“Yeah, this is a song I used to sing when I was in the Caravan in Liverpool. I haven’t done it since, so…”
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 I wouldn’t do for you right now.
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, baby, please don’t go, uh –
You know I love you, honey child,
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you right now.
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!
Written by Walter Ward
Jamrag
Instrumental
Written by John Lennon & Yoko Ono
Scumbag
Scumbag, scumbag
Scumbag, scumbag
‘Hey, listen! I don’t know if 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 because it’s real easy. Anyone who comes to the Fillmore East can sing this song. The name of this song is Scumbag. Okay? And all you got to do is sing Scumbag. Right on brothers and sisters, let’s hear it for the Scumbag.’
Scumbag, scumbag
Scumbag, scumbag
Written by John Lennon & Yoko Ono, and Frank Zappa
Aü
Scumbag baby
Scumbag
Zappa: ‘Goodnight boys and girls. Good night!’
Yoko: ‘Thank you!’
John: ‘We’d like to thank Frank for having us on here.’
Yoko: ‘Yeah, he’s great, isn’t he? He’s the greatest.’
Written by John Lennon & Yoko Ono
