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Sunday Bloody Sunday - John & Yoko* / Plastic Ono Band* With Elephants Memory And Invisible Strings


2005
Label: EMI - TOCP 67779 • Format: CD Compilation, Reissue, Remastered • Country: Japan • Genre: Rock • Style: Rock & Roll, Art Rock, Noise, Avantgarde
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And being what I am I react in four-to-the-bar with a guitar break in the middle. Early in their partnership John Lennon and Yoko Ono, had a brilliant insight. Since everything they did, whether personal or artistic, seemed to be causing a media frenzy, why not use that space to positive effect?

If they got married, or arrested, or held an art show, or made a collaborative album, it was headline news.

His most successful album, Imaginehad elements of both. Through it all, a talent he recognised in himself was his knack for a big, instant anthem. Famously impatient, John had yet another itch to scratch.

He wanted to write, record and issue his records in a heartbeat. And now, in Februaryhe found himself a resident of Greenwich Village, right in the creative heart of the most dynamic city on earth. Pepper era five years earlier; this is fast, reactive, rough-and-ready music, to be released in all its imperfections, as hurriedly as a daily newspaper.

Barely six months earlier, John and Yoko still lived in the gracious seclusion of Tittenhurst Park, outside London. In the event, continued squabbling with the US immigration authorities made it risky to leave the country, and their stay assumed a permanent look. That was fine by John, who took to the gritty downtown scene with gusto, mixing at his Bank Street apartment with Yippies, Black Panthers and street musicians.

For the Nothing Nice - The Raging Nathans - The Raging Nathans time since Liverpool Art School, John was revelling in bohemian life, an escapee from suburbia. New York, he marvelled, was a latter day Rome, the cultural hub of the known world. In Marchthe album was recorded. John, given his Liverpool-Irish heritage, was swift to attach his name to the anti-colonial cause.

For all their honest rage and historical interest, some of the topical songs have dated less well than the more general numbers. The album faced a difficult reception on its release in John had clearly been energised by New York, but his particular ambition — to write polemical songs inspired by the events of the moment — proved trickier than expected.

Three or four centuries earlier, the troubadours of urban England had taken precisely the same approach. But they were not ex-Beatles, expected to lead the whole planet in a communal singalong. Discouraged, but not defeated.

John and Yoko considered their next moves. Her recording career, in fact, was shaping up rather well. For his own part, John had some serious mind games still to play…. Stan Bronstein: sax, flute Richard Frank Jr. Sisters, O Sisters Singing The Blues - Al Cohn Quintet - Cohn On The Saxophone 3. Born In A Prison Ono 5. New York City Lennon. Photo of performers in Sometime in New York City can be found on inside left panel of jacket.

Front row, left to right: Richard Frank Jr. Woman is the nigger of the world Yes she is 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. 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.

Sisters, O sisters Let's wake up right on It's never too late To shout from our hearts. 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 That's what we must learn to build. What a waste of Sunday Bloody Sunday - John & Yoko* / Plastic Ono Band* With Elephants Memory And Invisible Strings 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. 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 Larry - Foodstuffs - Why Not? 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 Sunday Bloody Sunday - John & Yoko* / Plastic Ono Band* With Elephants Memory And Invisible Strings it's loved, Reach for yourself and your battered Pantera - Before We Were Cowboys. 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. 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.

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 Sunday Bloody Sunday - John & Yoko* / Plastic Ono Band* With Elephants Memory And Invisible Strings If the Man wants to shove us out We gonna jump and shout The Statue of Liberty said, "Come!

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! If you had the luck of the Irish, You'd be sorry and wish you Moon River - Various - Hits Zum Kuscheln 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!

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! 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! 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. They gave him ten for two What more can the judges do?

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? Angela, they put you Its Raining Men - Various - 100 Hits Disco 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. Chorus: We're all water from different rivers That's why it's so easy to meet We're all Sunday Bloody Sunday - John & Yoko* / Plastic Ono Band* With Elephants Memory And Invisible Strings in this vast, vast ocean Someday we'll evaporate together.

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. We'd like to do a number.


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