Exile on Coldharbour Lane
Album - 1 agosto 1997 - Debaser id 14088

[Everybody gotta run sometime]
Come home late, come home early
Come home big when I'm feelin' small
Come home straight, come home fucked-up
Sometimes I don't come home at all
What in the world has come over me?
What in heaven’s name have I done?
I've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness
I'm out there running just to be on the run
You've a heart that burns with a fever
You've got a worried and a jealous mind
How can a love that'll last forever
Leave me so damn far behind?
Tell me now
What in the world has come over me?
What in heaven’s name have I done?
I've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness
I'm out there running just to be on the run
It's a mighty mean and dreadful sorrow
[Heartbreakin's what it is]
It's crossed that evil line today
[Let's cross it together, hand-in-hand]
I can't think about tomorrow
[Well now, who can?]
I ain't got one word to say
[Now sing along]
What in the world has come over me?
What in heaven’s name have I done?
I've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness
I'm out there running just to be on the run

Spoken intro:
And after three days of drinkin' with Larry Love
I just get an inklin' to go on home
So, I'm walkin' down Coldharbour Lane
Head hung low, three or four in the mornin'

The suns comin' up and the birds are out singing
I let myself into my pad
Wind myself up that spiral staircase
An' stretch out nice on the chesterfield

Pithecanthropus Erectus already on the CD player
And I just push that remote button to sublimity
And listen to the sweet sculptural rhythms of Charles Mingus
And J.R. Monterose and Jackie Mclean
Duet on those saxophones

And the sound makes it's way outta the window
Minglin' with the traffic noises outside, you know and
All of a sudden I'm overcome by a feelin' of brief mortality
'Cause I'm gettin' on in the world
Comin' up on forty-one years

Forty-one stoney gray steps towards the grave
You know the box, awaits it's grissly load
Now, I'm gonna be food for worms
And just like Charles Mingus wrote
That beautiful piece-a music, 'Epitaph for Eric Dolphy'

I say, so long Eric, so long, John Coltrane
And Charles Mingus, so long, Duke Ellington
And Lester Young, so long, Billie Holliday
And Ella Fitzgerald, so long, Jimmy Reed
So long, Muddy Waters, and so, long Howlin' Wolf

(Wo-wo-woke up this mornin')

Woke up this mornin'
Got yourself a gun
Mama always said you'd be the chosen one
She said, 'You're one in a million
You got to burn to shine'
That you were born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes (yeah)

Woke up this mornin'
And-a all that love had gone
Your papa never told you
About right and wrong

But you're, but you're looking good, baby
I believe you're a-feelin' fine
Shame about it, born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes
So, sing it now

(Woke up this mornin') oh yeah, oh yeah
(Woke up this mornin') oh yeah, oh yeah
(Woke up this mornin') oh yeah, oh yeah
(Woke up this mornin') oh yeah, oh yeah

I see ya woke up this mornin'
The world turned upside down
Lordy, but a-things ain't been the same
Since the blues walked in-a town

But ya, but ya, one in a million
'Cause you got that shotgun shine
Shame about it, born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes
So, sing it now

(Woke up this mornin')
You got a blue moon
(Got a blue moon in your eyes)
(I gotta free your eyes)
(Woke up this mornin')
So sad, god-damned
A god-damned shame about it

(Woke up this mornin')
You got a blue moon
(I've gotta free your eyes)
(Got a blue moon in your eyes) yeah
(Woke up this mornin') oh yeah, oh yeah
(I'm not dreaming)

Oh, yeah!
(Scared, yeah-yeah)
Uuh!
(Too much, too much, too much)
Oh, yeah!
(Your pain, your pain, you pain)
Of your pain
(Woo-hoo-hoo, low)

'Mister D. Wayne Love'

When you woke up this morning
Everything was gone
By half past ten your head was going
Ding-dong ringin' like a bell
From your head down to your toes
Like some voice tryin' to tell you
There's somethin' you should know
Last night you was flyin' but today you're so low
Ain't it times like these
Makes you wonder (go back) if you'll ever know
The meaning of things as they appear to the others
Wives, husbands, mothers
Fathers, sisters and brothers (tell 'em go home)
Don't you wish you didn't function
Don't you wish you didn't think
Beyond the next paycheck and the next little drink
Well, you do so make up your mind to go on
'Cause when you woke up this mornin'
Ev'rything you had was gone

(Woke up this mornin')
When ya woke up this mornin'
Woke up this mornin'
Ya, woke up this mornin'

Woke up this mornin', you wanna be
You wanna be the chosen one
(Yeah, you know what you're talkin' about)
You just can't help yourself, yeah

Woke up this mornin'
When ya, woke up this mornin'
(Woke up this mornin')
(Woke up this mornin')

Woke up this mornin' and
(My dreams gone bad)
Got yourself a gun (gotta hold, a-wind yourself up)
A-got yourself a gun
(Larry, one more time now it's almost done)
Got yourself a gun.

Oh yeah!

It was the last train to Mashville, girl, you got onboard
Packed up your medicines, left without a word
Strung-out in suburbia, waiting for that call
You chill out by yourself behind closed doors.

You lost the plot again, where you are now ain't clear
It's a misty morning memory, the road that took you here
Special K keeps the chills away in your broken basement room
Staring at the walls, sharing your score with no one.

And you don't dance to techno anymore
I don’t see you under the strobe light on the dancefloor
It’s been a while since I saw your ultraviolet smile
You don’t dance to techno anymore

[Being a loverman and a DJ, lots of girls come down the front when I’m on the ones and twos. There was this one particular girl, though, she was so beautiful, she used to knock mah eyes out every damn time. One night she flipped this funny little heart-shaped pill and jes died there right in front of me. Now she don’t dance to techno anymore.]

You don't dance to techno anymore
You don't dance to techno anymore
You don't dance to techno.
So sad since you let it go
You don’t dance to techno anymore

The 808 and the 303
Ain't the friends they used to be
You've got no time for a rollin' 909
You said goodbye to Chicago
And Detroit City, Lord, you let her go
And you ain't on the guestlist on a Saturday night

And you don't dance to techno anymore
I don’t see you under the strobe light on the dancefloor
It’s been a while since I saw your ultraviolet smile
You don't dance to techno anymore

You don't dance to techno anymore— Lord above—
You don't dance to techno anymore,
You don't dance to techno.
So sad since you let it go.
You don't dance to techno anymore

You don't dance to techno,
Hip-hop or electro.
You don't dance to techno anymore
You don't dance to techno anymore

I believe I'm gonna
Shut down my chakras, shift Shiva offa my shelf
Take down my tie dyes, my Tibetan bells
Cool down my carma with a can of O.P.T.
Ain't no call for Casteneda in my frontline library.

There's one thing I know, Lord above,
I ain't gonna go,
I ain't goin' to Goa, Ain't goin' to Goa now
Ain't goin' to Goa, Ain't gonna Goa now.

Ain't dancin' trance, no thanx, no chance to t-t-tranquilise me.
Ain't sippin' no smart bar drinks, you, that don't satisfy me.
Dosing up my dharma, with a drop of gasoline,
I ain't down with Mr. McKenna, tantric mantra talkin' don't move me.

I don'tn need no freaky, deeky, fractal geometry, crystal silicon chip.
I ain't walking on lay lines, reading no High Times put me on another bad trip.
Timothy Leary, just check out this theory,
he sold acid for the F.B.I.
Well, he ain't no website wonder, the guru just went under,
you can keep your California Sunshine.

'Cos the righteous truth is, there ain't nothing worse than
some fool lying on some Third World beach wearing
spandex, psychedelic trousers, smoking damn dope
pretending he gettin' consciousness expansion. I want
consciousness expansion, I go to my local tabernacle
an' I sing with the brothers and sisters

Martin Luther King died for his love! Kennedy died talking about something he couldn't even understand, some kind of generalized love, and he never even backed it up! He was shot down! Bullshit, “Love is the only weapon with which I got to fight”. I've got a hell of a lot of weapons to fight! I got my claws, I got cutlasses, I got guns, I got dynamite, I got a hell of a lot of fight! I'll fight! I'll fight! I will fight! I will fight! I will fight! I will fight!

Let them hear it in the night! Yes, we’ll fight! They’re listening. Let the night roar! Let the night roar, because they can hear us, they know we mean it. We’ll kill them if they come!


Mao Tse Tung said change must come
Change must come thru the barrel of a gun
Not thru talkin' and not through waitin'
And sittin' around just contemplatin' the facts
'Cos we know what they are
So let Mao Tse Tung be your guidin' star
Martin Luther King died for his love! Kennedy died talking about something he couldn't even understand, some kind of generalized love, and he never even backed it up! He was shot down! Bullshit, “Love is the only weapon with which I got to fight”. I've got a hell of a lot of weapons to fight! I got my claws, I got cutlasses, I got guns, I got dynamite, I got a hell of a lot of fight! I'll fight! I'll fight! I will fight! I will fight! I will fight! I will fight!

Let them hear it in the night! Yes, we’ll fight! They’re listening. Let the night roar! Let the night roar, because they can hear us, they know we mean it. We’ll kill them if they come!


Mao Tse Tung said change must come
Change must come thru the barrel of a gun
Not thru talkin' and not through waitin'
And sittin' around just contemplatin' the facts
'Cos we know what they are
So let Mao Tse Tung be your guidin' star
Pick up a gun and learn how to fight
All thru the day and all thru the night
'Til come the day when the last fight's won
I want you to listen, son
'Cos Mao Tse Tung said change must come
Thru the barrel of a gun
I want you to listen, son
Change must come
Change must come thru the barrel of a gun

CHORUS

Mao Tse Tung said
Change must come
Mao Tse Tung said
Change must come
Mao Tse Tung said
Change must come
Change must come thru the barrel of a gun


Okay. What was the basic premise of Mao? Mao Tse Tung said there’s only one way a revolution can come. Do you know, Millie? How did Mao Tse Tung say the only way you can bring a revolution and keep it?

Where you— onliest way I think you can keep it is by being at peace and being honorable.

Oh, shit, I ain’t— no— “being at peace”? Mao Tse Tung said that?

Oh—

No no no no—

Wait a minute— Oh—

—he’s the head of China. He’s the head of the Revolution of China.

No, I’m sorry.

He marched 6000 people…on the Long March.

I had my mind on something else.

Okay then, wha— wha— what’d he say? There only one way you can bring about a revolution for people.

Only way you can— only way you can bring it on, that by— is by killing.

Well, what— yes, that’s okay, I’m going to let you pass it —but what’d he say? He had a nice little phrase that everybody should know. “Change only comes—”

Oh—

You got it. “Change comes through…”

“—through— by a barrel of gun.”

That’s right, senior. And that’s good. ‘Cos you by rights would have every reason to forget some things. “Change must come through the barrel of gun,” said Mao Tse Tung. This place would be a paradise tomorrow if every department had a supervisor with a submachine gun.

Let them hear it in the night! Yes, we’ll fight! Let the night roar, because they can hear us, they know we mean it. We’ll kill them if they come!

CHORUS

[For whatever reason you refuse to feel this space we're in, to know its insanity, really know it; whatever your particular anesthetic is, that you hold onto so desperately (the thing, I mean, that makes you think you know who you are); whatever that thing is you allow to keeps you sane, your ace in the hole, the psyche that keeps you trying to guess what your pimp has in store for you; whatever keeps you from screaming out at this very moment in absolute and sheer horror; whatever you fuck your brain with; whatever that is— whatever that is— it's a lie, it's a lie.]


She spends too much time with herself every night
Fooling around with her fears.
In the morning she mourns the decline of her mind
Drowning in a bottle of beer.
It's too dangerous just to think about what she might have been
If she'd sung for salvation, if she'd danced on her dreams.

But there's gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow
'cos tonight she's gonna blow it all away
She feels so twisted, she ain't ever gonna fix it,
She's just waiting for the light to shine on a brand new day.

He don't know if he's a communist, a hedonist or a whore
Spent too much time ridin' on a white line to find the door
If he did and he opened it, he'd find those letters in the hall
He's too blind to read between the lines
'Cos the writing's on the wall.

But there's gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow
'cos tonight he's gonna blow it all away
He feels so twisted, he ain't ever gonna fix it,
He's just waiting for the light to shine on a brand new day.

(Let that light shine awhile)

I got Ecstasy, but I need some company
You got that mystery; I need a plan
Lord, all I got is a compromise and a bag full of alibis
as empty as the bottle of whiskey in my shaking hands.

But there's gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow
'cos tonight we're gonna blow it all away
We feel so fuckin' twisted, we ain't ever gonna fix it,
We're just waiting for the light to shine on a brand new day.