Lyrics: Grace Slick
Did the devil just give you the nod You may be thinking you're funny lookin' Well you're right that's right you're plenty odd But think about it think about it If you were funny enough You could play great god And I would fall down on my knees to you Fall down flat on my face I don't have to ask you where you're going I just sit here laaghing & I watch the race Nobody needs to baptize me Anytime I laugh I got religion Cross my forehead cross my knees I'll take any good sign I'm a clay pigeon Nobody needs to baptize me Anytime I laugh I got religion And I fall down on my knees to you
I
fall down flat on my face © 1973 Pods Publishing and Mole Music
No one uses doors anymore We all want to be that small We can't fit if we're fat and that's all chorus Some days you do Anything anything looks good to do Some days hardly smiling boy Well your tongue's so thin it makes no noise I just don't hear a sound Don't start pulling it apart If you can't put it back together again Don't you roll over in your bed too fast Land on the floor in nothing but your cold bare skin chorus Some days you do Anything anything looks good to do Some days hardly smiling boy Well your tongue's so thin it makes no noise I
just don't hear a sound ©1973 Mole Music
Paine and Pierce and Robespierre, Juarez and Danton, Luther, King and Lumumba dead but far from gone Lenin, Cleaver, Jesus too, outlaws in their nations, Revolutionaries all, dreamed of liberation God is up in heaven his agents here on earth The church has said that this man rules, he's best because of birth. But what's that noise down in the street, who dares to shout and sing? With all his courtiers at his side, who dares to touch the king? Old man get some soldiers, keep them close at hand There's a fire in the country, there's a flame come to the land Seven thousand loyal troops, in ranks they stretch so far With seven thousand well armed men, no one can touch the czar. Louis watch the prisons, send the goons around Is that Paris burning, is the Bastille falling down? And where are all the mercenaries - paid for by the king? Have they joined the mob you say, doesn't money mean anything? Old men get some soldiers, keep them close at hand, The seeds that were sown yesterday now flower in the land And guard yourself most carefully with military might. For
plants that cannot bloom by day must flower in the night. ©1973 Steelwind Publishing
Lyrics: Grace Slick Walkin on the ocean water Walkin down the road to glory town Lookin for the pharoah's daughter I'm goin' down and if I don't come back Tie all my dope on a wire wheel track Give it to the man who'll have them back From my life from my life chorus Oh... honey have a time on me Oh... baby getcha high on me Oh... wont you try a dance on me Oh... honey have a time on me Walkin down the road to glorytown Walkin on the ocean water Walkin down the road to glory town Huntin for the pharoah's daughter She's makin' it hotter & hotter Take my hand it's an avalanche It'll worry your mind but take a chance Take off your tie but don't leave the dance Of your life of your life
©1973 God Tunes and Mole Music
Your mind has left your body and for this one moment you are Under the polar ice cap in a place we call home How is it there white bear like that where you grow... Now all of you come back to here and now elsewhen to there Move on out the other way where... Do you find yourself floating growing there
Riders of the rainbow Let it grow let it grow You can exercise your mind on where you want to go And y'can see the city lights flashin' two thousand miles below you You can feel the sands of Zanzibar or pierce the nearest sun Find out what and who you are and if you need to run
Riders of the rainbow Let it grow let it grow There is one moment in your life and it can come at any time And you remember all of what went on from the instant you were born Thru your early years And if you can fasten on that moment and expand thru the afterglow You can reverse your mind in time and travel back to when The earth was formed The sky was born And the universe began
Riders of the rainbow Let it grow let it grow You have left your body Return when you may Save
it for another day... beyond you ©1973 God Tunes
But nobody ever fired Now you just sit there inside the gun Bullet you're getting old and tired If you want out - get out and get it all I mean a fair trial is no trial at all You're not guilty you can't even move without A human hand You can't cock yourself woman You need a man All the way you need him All the way All the way across the floor Across the board The man's only got one finger He doesn't need anymore He makes his way one prong down All the way All the way All the way across the floor Seven inches of pleasure Seven inches going home Somebody must have measured All the way down the old bone All the way All the way All the way Down
the old bone ©1973 Mole Music
Lyrics: Robert Hunter If I was to go Like Jacob of old To the well of the world To wax halls where candles Burn on through the day To light you a path So you'd never lose your way I was down in the valley Where the shadows are long The birds in the harp tree Were singing this song There is time to deliver Time to receive All that you're lacking Of whatever you need Turn around - by the by You'll still see the sea As it was in the dawning As it always will be Raise up your bottles And drink down the blood You planted the vine here In spite of the flood Turn an ear to the harp tree An eye to the wall The songs in the singing Or nowhere at all No where to come from No place to retire No shelter nowhere Except in the fire The birds in the harp tree Can finish their song Then rest in its branches Which is where they belong But where can a man go That's sweet to his soul When his time is not ready But he's still turning old Here's a dream for the piper And a tune for his lady Outside the thin wall The waves are still raging Here's one for the harp tree And one for his song One for the morning When the night was too long Here's one for the candle That lights you to bed And one for the sword That
hangs over your head ©1973
Pods Publishing and Ice Nine
What will you see when your night is thru What can you do where will you go When the people of this planet send you away from here
Where do you come from white boy what is your land Everybody else knows where they come from You don't know your place you never did you never can You can't find a place in this land chorus Blacks and Reds and Apaches and Jews All know where they come from but you don't seem to know Baby do you understand You appeared in the Caucasus mountains the southern Russia of now And you spread your peculiar form of death from Mexico to Moscow You surprised the Europeans the Egyptian too All of a sudden you appeared on their land You made mountains for the Incas built pyramids for the Pharoah man And you grew and you lived by their hands chorus Viking Roman fair hair Alexander Emperor slave. D'you come from the earth D'you come from the sky? Nobody seems to know You build and you burn create and destroy, You rule me now fair skin man with an unfair hand. Where did you come from where were you born Where were you living when the earth was formed What can you do where will you go When the people of this planet send you away from here
It's going down summer smooth The man - and the water They move me ah yes they move me From standing too long They both dance man & water They both dance together They both dance over me They both dance lying down Like I was making love to a flying fishman Swim over my body with the sea in his hands I'll have him again on Andromeda's sand He's the son of Calaban He's the son of Calaban Fishman rules the ocean hand I love you Fishman I love you
Lyrics: Grace Slick e Paul Kantner But by sight he'll know you You buy him a ride he'll know you Somebody's bound to lead you Sooner or later you're bound to go You don't know what this man feels like He doesn't care if you think you know Somebody's bound to lead you If that man got a smile on his face Sooner or later you're bound to go bound to go Let me tell you bout a man I knew He roamed the depth and the breadth of China On a horse that he grew himself From the bark of a tree on mainland China And he had a time yes he had the time of his life in China He carried strife and harmony to all the people on the mainland And there was a warlord who rode the murky depths of China With a shotgun in his hand and he wondered where the people'd gone to Have you got the time to listen while I sing this song I had the time to listen to the man go right and wrong and right thru China
And it ain't what you want it's what you need No it ain't what you want it's what you need And I'd rather be here than yesterday It
ain't what you want it's what you need And there was a lady she rolled around in town in China And there was a lady she rolled and rolled And she killed a war she made the warlord rise in time She sat him down took him down and she laid him out for just one more round Drunk in a beautiful garden celebration Here
comes the Khan Rising Oriental girl diving back for just one more pearl
And it ain't what she wants it's what she needs She don't want your sound she wants your country And I'd rather be next year than on the way to Bombay It ain't what you want it's what you need
Paul Kantner and Grace Slick, founder and leader
of the multi-faceted West Coast band The Jefferson Airplane, along with Jorma
Kaukonen, Jack Casady and Marty Balin, as well as partners in their life, and
recent parents of their daughter China, which had already dedicated to her an
album to many ways similar to this one (Sunfighter, 1971) two years later
released this important album. They were in a transition phase from the previous
experience of the Jefferson, and they synthesized in this album their Musicli
their ideas about music and life, with the help of many of the musicians of West
Coast, starting with co-author David Freiberg, bassist of The Quicksilver
Messenger Service, who had already worked with them to the masterpiece of West
Coast Music: If I Could Only Remember My Name by David Crosby. Paul
Kantner - Guitar, Vocals, Producer
Album: GRUNT
Records - 1973 - Afterthought Productions Corp. / Patent 1973 RCA - BMG
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