MAYBE-ASA
MAYBE THE SUN WILL RISE
MAYBE THE STARS WILL SHINE
THIS WORLD IS FULL OF PAIN
USERS AND THEIR USELESS WAYS
THERE’S PEOPLE DYING EVERYWHERE
CAN’T SOMEONE TELL ME WHO’S TO BLAME?
USERS AND THEIR USELESS WAYS
THERE’S PEOPLE DYING EVERYWHERE
CAN’T SOMEONE TELL ME WHO’S TO BLAME?
THERE NEVER USED TO BE
THIS MUCH ATTENTION TO SECURITY
UNTIL THE TERROR AND CATASTROPHE
AND NOW THERE’S GUNS AND WAR MACHINES
THIS MUCH ATTENTION TO SECURITY
UNTIL THE TERROR AND CATASTROPHE
AND NOW THERE’S GUNS AND WAR MACHINES
MAYBE THE SUN WILL RISE
MAYBE THE STARS WILL SHINE
MAYBE THE STARS WILL SHINE
NO ONE IS LISTENING
TO THE TRUTH OR IS IT JUST ME
TO THE TRUTH OR IS IT JUST ME
I GUESS I MUST BEGIN FROM NOW
TO MAKE THAT CHANGE I ALWAYS SPEAK ABOUT
TO MAKE THAT CHANGE I ALWAYS SPEAK ABOUT
I AM WAITING FOR ONE DAY TO SUCCEED
TO BREAK DOWN ALL THE BOUNDARIES AND BE FREE
TO BREAK DOWN ALL THE BOUNDARIES AND BE FREE
FROM THOSE WHO TAKE FROM ME AND MISLEAD ME
FOR THEY’RE GREEDY AND THEY’RE EMPTY OH
FOR THEY’RE GREEDY AND THEY’RE EMPTY OH
MAYBE THE SUN WILL RISE
MAYBE THE STARS WILL SHINE
MAYBE THE STARS WILL SHINE
MY FEET, MY STRENGTH
I’M GONNA BE MYSELF
AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME
I’LL FINALLY BE, WHO I’LL BE
I’M GONNA BE MYSELF
AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME
I’LL FINALLY BE, WHO I’LL BE
Can't take your slogans no more,
can't take your slogans no more,
can't take your slogans no more,
can't take your slogans no more.
Wipe out the paintings of slogans
all over the streets (ooh, ooh, ooh),
confusing the people
while your asphalt burns our tired feet.
I see borders and barriers,
segregation, demonstration and riots (ooh, ooh, ooh),
a-sufferation of the refugees,
oh-oh, when, when will we be free?
Oh-oh-oh, we can't take your slogans no more,
can't take your slogans no more,
can't take your slogans no more,
no more sweet talk from-a culprit,
no more sweet talk from the hypocrites.
/guitar solo/
So we know we can't take your slogans no more,
can't take your slogans no more,
can't take your slogans no more,
no more sweet talk from-a culprit,
no more sweet talk from the pulpit.
No more sweet talk from-a culprit,
no more sweet talk from the hypocrites (oh, no hypocrites!),
no more sweet talk from-a culprit (wo-ah yeah),
no more sweet talk (no-no-no-no sweet talk) from the hypocrites (hey!),
no more sweet talk from-a culprit,
no more sweet talk (no-no-no-no sweet talk) from the hypocrites (no-no-no-no hey!).
can't take your slogans no more,
can't take your slogans no more,
can't take your slogans no more.
Wipe out the paintings of slogans
all over the streets (ooh, ooh, ooh),
confusing the people
while your asphalt burns our tired feet.
I see borders and barriers,
segregation, demonstration and riots (ooh, ooh, ooh),
a-sufferation of the refugees,
oh-oh, when, when will we be free?
Oh-oh-oh, we can't take your slogans no more,
can't take your slogans no more,
can't take your slogans no more,
no more sweet talk from-a culprit,
no more sweet talk from the hypocrites.
/guitar solo/
So we know we can't take your slogans no more,
can't take your slogans no more,
can't take your slogans no more,
no more sweet talk from-a culprit,
no more sweet talk from the pulpit.
No more sweet talk from-a culprit,
no more sweet talk from the hypocrites (oh, no hypocrites!),
no more sweet talk from-a culprit (wo-ah yeah),
no more sweet talk (no-no-no-no sweet talk) from the hypocrites (hey!),
no more sweet talk from-a culprit,
no more sweet talk (no-no-no-no sweet talk) from the hypocrites (no-no-no-no hey!).
TALKIN’ BOUT A REVOLUTION LYRICS
Don’t you know
They’re talkin’ bout a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
Don’t you know
They’re talkin’ about a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
They’re talkin’ bout a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
Don’t you know
They’re talkin’ about a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
While they’re standing in the welfare lines
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation
Wasting time in the unemployment lines
Sitting around waiting for a promotion
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation
Wasting time in the unemployment lines
Sitting around waiting for a promotion
Poor people gonna rise up
And get their share
Poor people gonna rise up
And take what’s theirs
And get their share
Poor people gonna rise up
And take what’s theirs
Don’t you know
You better run, run, run…
Oh I said you better Run, run, run…
Finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin’ bout a revolution
You better run, run, run…
Oh I said you better Run, run, run…
Finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin’ bout a revolution
There is fire on the mountain,
and nobody seems to be on the run.
Oh there is fire on the mountain top,
and no one is'ah running.
I wake up in the morning...
tell you what I see on my TV screen :
I see the blood of an innocent child,
and everybody's watching.
Now, I'm looking out of my window,
and what do I see ?
I see an army of soldiers that're
marching across the street, heh...
and nobody seems to be on the run.
Oh there is fire on the mountain top,
and no one is'ah running.
I wake up in the morning...
tell you what I see on my TV screen :
I see the blood of an innocent child,
and everybody's watching.
Now, I'm looking out of my window,
and what do I see ?
I see an army of soldiers that're
marching across the street, heh...
Hey Mr soldier man
Tomorrow is the day you go to war
Boy you are fighting for another man’s cause
And you don’t even know him
What did they say to make you so blind,
to your conscience and reason ?
Could it be love for your country,
or for the gun you use in killing ? So...
There is fire on the mountain,
and nobody seems to be on the run.
Oh there is fire on the mountain top,
and no one is'ah running.
Heh, Mister Loverman !
Can I get a chance to talk to you ?
'cause you are fooling with a dead man's corpse,
and you don't know what you do. Oh...
What did they say to make you so blind,
to your conscience and reason ?
Could it be love for your country,
or for the gun you use in killing ? So...
There is fire on the mountain,
and nobody seems to be on the run.
Oh there is fire on the mountain top,
and no one is'ah running.
Heh, Mister Loverman !
Can I get a chance to talk to you ?
'cause you are fooling with a dead man's corpse,
and you don't know what you do. Oh...
So you say you have a lover,
and you love her like no other
So you buy her a diamond that someone has died on
Don’t you feel there is something wrong with this
Tell me who’s responsible for what we teach our children,
Is it the internet or the stars on television
Why oh why why oh why oh..
So little Lucy turns sixteen,
and like the movie she's been seeing,
she has a lover in her daddy.
She can't tell nobody...
'till she makes the evening news.
For there is fire on the mountain,
and nobody seems to be on the run.
Oh there is fire on the mountain top,
and no one is'ah running. Oh yes.
One day the river will overflow,
and there'll be nowhere for us to go ;
and we will run, run.
So little Lucy turns sixteen,
and like the movie she's been seeing,
she has a lover in her daddy.
She can't tell nobody...
'till she makes the evening news.
For there is fire on the mountain,
and nobody seems to be on the run.
Oh there is fire on the mountain top,
and no one is'ah running. Oh yes.
One day the river will overflow,
and there'll be nowhere for us to go ;
and we will run, run.
Wishing we had put out the fire
For there is fire on the mountain,
and nobody seems to be on the run.
Oh there is fire on the mountain top,
and no one is'ah running. Oh yes.
fire in Africa, everywhere, in the sea
and nobody seems to be on the run.
Oh there is fire on the mountain top,
and no one is'ah running. Oh yes.
fire in Africa, everywhere, in the sea
How could this be?
Not one penny!
We pockets empty
Not one penny no one see we havn't
Not one penny no one see we havn't
And when the money make you a de first one fe grap
Not one penny no one see we havn't
Not one penny no one see we havn't
Not one penny no one see we havn't
And when the money make you a de first one fe grap
Not one penny no one see we havn't
´Bout fight guess this woman a upon the same job
And for all the hard work she do and performance
Fifty sentences alone you giving to a conman
All the time she pay rent and bills all the money done
It circle right back unto the rich man
And it circle right back wrong to the rich man
It circle right back unto the rich man
It circle, it circle, circle, circle...
(chorus)
Want make we haffe pay fe water and natural resources
Won’t make we haffe buy land, for none dis-nat-yours
Won’t change wrong things and do upon a arm force
Where only you and your people benefit by force
Gas flinging and bleeding upon your gulf force
While the poor scene in a hard time score us
All the poor scene in a hard time spore us
While you poor scene in a hard time score us…
(chorus)
You can keep you chon change, better worth we have
Worth more than any president money bag (money bag)
And than the money in a the world put together (together)
And that amount to die regress since from creator (creator)
We singing and shouting out harder (harder)
Babylon watch out fe the Almighty Father (Father)
Babylon watch out fe the Almighty Father (Father)
Babylon watch out fe the Almighty Father (Father)
(chorus)
Even the robber man no rob as much as you pap
Already paid and steal I corn like a tug
Claiming pennies to refuge minorities
And expect a million dollar worth laboring
Unutilized men supply, but now you see
Striving to leave that kind of crazy scenery
Striving to leave that kind of crazy scenery
When already has them money hungry
(chorus)
Not one penny!
We pockets empty
Not one penny no one see we havn't
Not one penny no one see we havn't
And when the money make you a de first one fe grap
Not one penny no one see we havn't
Not one penny no one see we havn't
Not one penny no one see we havn't
And when the money make you a de first one fe grap
Not one penny no one see we havn't
´Bout fight guess this woman a upon the same job
And for all the hard work she do and performance
Fifty sentences alone you giving to a conman
All the time she pay rent and bills all the money done
It circle right back unto the rich man
And it circle right back wrong to the rich man
It circle right back unto the rich man
It circle, it circle, circle, circle...
(chorus)
Want make we haffe pay fe water and natural resources
Won’t make we haffe buy land, for none dis-nat-yours
Won’t change wrong things and do upon a arm force
Where only you and your people benefit by force
Gas flinging and bleeding upon your gulf force
While the poor scene in a hard time score us
All the poor scene in a hard time spore us
While you poor scene in a hard time score us…
(chorus)
You can keep you chon change, better worth we have
Worth more than any president money bag (money bag)
And than the money in a the world put together (together)
And that amount to die regress since from creator (creator)
We singing and shouting out harder (harder)
Babylon watch out fe the Almighty Father (Father)
Babylon watch out fe the Almighty Father (Father)
Babylon watch out fe the Almighty Father (Father)
(chorus)
Even the robber man no rob as much as you pap
Already paid and steal I corn like a tug
Claiming pennies to refuge minorities
And expect a million dollar worth laboring
Unutilized men supply, but now you see
Striving to leave that kind of crazy scenery
Striving to leave that kind of crazy scenery
When already has them money hungry
(chorus)
PLANTATION BOY- BONEY M
Lots of people walk about proud and free
Lift up your head, start looking around
There's a brand new feeling of liberty
Like a clear bell that's starting to sound
Plantation Boy, c'mon and get going
Yesterday's chains have broken in two
Plantation Boy, the new move is growing
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you
Plantation Boy
Plantation Boy
Lots of smiling faces for you to meet
So many hands to help you along
Just shake off the mud that weighs down your feet
If you stand tall, you just can't go wrong
Plantation Boy, c'mon and get going
Yesterday's chains have broken in two
Plantation Boy, the new move is growing
Reaching the hills, the valleys and you
Plantation Boy
Plantation Boy
Years of picking cotton for little pay
Living alone in some wooden shack
Sweating in the heat of a summer's day
This is all over, you won't come back
Plantation Boy, c'mon and get going
Yesterday's chains have broken in two
Plantation Boy, the new move is growing
Reaching the hills, the valleys and you
Plantation Boy
Plantation Boy
Plantation Boy, c'mon and get going
Yesterday's chains have broken in two
Plantation Boy, the new move is growing
Reaching the hills, the valleys and you
Plantation Boy
Plantation Boy
Plantation Boy
Plantation Boy
Wherever you may go
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you
Lift up your head, start looking around
There's a brand new feeling of liberty
Like a clear bell that's starting to sound
Plantation Boy, c'mon and get going
Yesterday's chains have broken in two
Plantation Boy, the new move is growing
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you
Plantation Boy
Plantation Boy
Lots of smiling faces for you to meet
So many hands to help you along
Just shake off the mud that weighs down your feet
If you stand tall, you just can't go wrong
Plantation Boy, c'mon and get going
Yesterday's chains have broken in two
Plantation Boy, the new move is growing
Reaching the hills, the valleys and you
Plantation Boy
Plantation Boy
Years of picking cotton for little pay
Living alone in some wooden shack
Sweating in the heat of a summer's day
This is all over, you won't come back
Plantation Boy, c'mon and get going
Yesterday's chains have broken in two
Plantation Boy, the new move is growing
Reaching the hills, the valleys and you
Plantation Boy
Plantation Boy
Plantation Boy, c'mon and get going
Yesterday's chains have broken in two
Plantation Boy, the new move is growing
Reaching the hills, the valleys and you
Plantation Boy
Plantation Boy
Plantation Boy
Plantation Boy
Wherever you may go
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you
CROSSROADS-TRACY CHAPMAN
All you folks think you own my life
But you never made any sacrifice
Demons they are on my trail
I’m standing at the crossroads of the hell
I look to the left I look to the right
There’re hands that grab me on every side
But you never made any sacrifice
Demons they are on my trail
I’m standing at the crossroads of the hell
I look to the left I look to the right
There’re hands that grab me on every side
All you folks think I got my price
At which I’ll sell all that is mine
You think money rules when all else fails
Go sell your soul and keep your shell
I’m trying to protect what I keep inside
All the reasons why I live my life
At which I’ll sell all that is mine
You think money rules when all else fails
Go sell your soul and keep your shell
I’m trying to protect what I keep inside
All the reasons why I live my life
Some say the devil be a mystical thing
I say the devil he a walking man
He a fool he a liar conjurer and a thief
He try to tell you what you want
Try to tell you what you need
I say the devil he a walking man
He a fool he a liar conjurer and a thief
He try to tell you what you want
Try to tell you what you need
Standing at the point
The road it cross you down
What is at your back
Which way do you turn
Who will come to find you first
Your devils or your gods
The road it cross you down
What is at your back
Which way do you turn
Who will come to find you first
Your devils or your gods
All you folks think you run my life
Say I should be willing to compromise
I say all you demons go back to hell
I’ll save my soul save myself
Say I should be willing to compromise
I say all you demons go back to hell
I’ll save my soul save myself
I’ll save my soul save myself
I’ll save my soul save myself
Benedict Wachira
Updated on:
27th Dec 2010
9:47am
