Why the wars?
The engines of war
A crafty handicraft of man
Tears the world
Pain turned familiar misery
Why the wars?
Which mercies of the Lord make meaning
Without man’s own mercies
The tanks keep rolling
Breaking bones of escaping men
A crying child begs for air to breathe
Bewildered by an unbelievable reality
Bodies strewn like fish rejected by the sea
Some panting to say a last word
Why these wars?
Men turn beast
Roaming the world
In deadly arms
A cry pierces through the air
In silent nemeses
To Lift the fallen…
Men in naked trot
Locked out of the free world
Yearning a piece of peace
To hurt the defeated is no gain
To lift the fallen
Is true bravery
But the powers keep the course
Pounding home the bombs
Hurting a sorry soul
The flying stars crisscrossing the sky
Are not gentle comets
Nor on cursory errands
They are bombs on mission
To take another life
In the silence of the dawn
They fly in to grow more widows
To breed more orphans
To bathe more souls with tears
Lift the fallen from the mud
Let's brave the winds
To cure our haughty greed
Happiness is a Warm Gun -- John Elkerr
Beatles producer George Martin showed John Lennon a gun magazine that had the words "Happiness Is a Warm Gun" on the cover (referring to having just shot something), a play on the popular 1962 book "Happiness is a warm puppy" by cartoonist Charles Schultz. Lennon used the phrase as the title for a mashup of 3 songs which "seemed to run through all the different kinds of rock music." Lennon called it a miniature "history of rock and roll." Lennon described the 3 sections as "the dirty old man ... the junkie ... and the gunman." Although the Beatles were beginning to break up artistically, in part due to the arrival of Yoko Ono in Lennon's life -- and he later admitted that the imagery was related to their sexuality -- the band closely collaborated on recording the song, which both Paul McCartney and George Harrison reported as their favorite track on "The Beatles" album. It took them 70 takes to record, between 23-26 September 1968.
ReplyDeleteShe's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do, oh yeah
She's well-acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
Working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the National Trust
I need a fix because I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix because I'm going down
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot
Happiness is a warm gun, mama
Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot
When I hold you in my arms oo-oo oh yeah
And I feel my finger on your trigger oo-oo oh yeah
I know nobody can do me no harm oo-oo oh yeah
Because happiness is a warm gun, mama
Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is
Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot
Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun
Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot
Well, don't you know that happiness is a warm gun, mama? Happiness is a warm gun, yeah
The song was banned by the British Broadcasting Company.