Life, it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters, no one else

April 26,1992

There was a riot on the streets,

tell me where were you?

You were sittin' home watchin' your TV,

while I was paticipatin' in some Anarchy.

First spot we hit it was my liqour store.

I finally got all that alcohol I can't afford.

With red lights flashin' time to retire,

And then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire.

Next stop we hit it was the music shop,

It only took one brick to make that window drop.

Finally we got our own p.a.

Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today?

Hey!

Never doin no time

When we returned to the pad to unload everything,

It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings.

So once again we filled the van until it was full,

since that day my livin' room's been more comfortable.

Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here,

It's getting harder and harder and harder each and every year.

Some kids went in a store with thier mother,

I saw her when she came out she was gettin some pampers.

They said it was for the black man,

they said it was for the mexican,

and not for the white man.

But if you look at the streets it wasn't about Rodney King,

It's bout this fucked up situation and these fucked up police.

It's about coming up and staying on top

and screamin' 187 on a mother fuckin' cop.
It's not written on the paper it's on the wall.

National guard??!

Smoke from all around,

bo! bo! bo!  Let it burn, wanna let it burn,
wanna let it burn, wanna wanna let it burn
Riots on the streets of Miami

 

The Sgt Pepper's lonely hearts club band

 

Cause everyday she falls in love
And every night she falls when she does
She said
Oh sweet nuthin'
You know she ain't got nothing at all

There's a Red House over yonder
That's where my baby stays
There's a Red House over yonder, baby
That's where my baby stays

Well, I ain't been home to see my baby,
in ninety nine and one half days.
'Bout time I see her,
Wait a minute something's wrong here
The key won't unlock the door.

Wait a minute something's wrong baby,
Lord, have mercy, this key won't unlock this door,
something's goin' on here.
I have a bad bad feeling
that my baby don't live here no more.

That's all right, I still got my guitar
Look out now . . .

I might as well go on back down
go back 'cross yonder over the hill
I might as well go back over yonder
way back over yonder 'cross the hill,

'Cause if my baby don't love me no more,
I know her sister will!

Little Girl Blue, Janis Joplin

My unhappy oh little girl, little girl bluuuue, yeahh.

Jimi Hendrix- Red House

There's a Red House over yonder
That's where my baby stays..

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
And cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war,
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Evil walks behind you

Born under a bad sign