9.20.2014

Complete Lyrics to Brother Dege's Scorched Earth Policy


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SCORCHED EARTH POLICY LYRICS
All music & lyrics by Dege Legg except "Supernaut" (Black Sabbath) and "Powerline" (Husker Du)
01 SCORCHED EARTH INTRO
02 SET IT OFF
03 THE DAY I WAS BORN
04 YELLABONE
05 TOWER OF BABEL
06 REVOLUTION
07 SUPERNAUT (Black Sabbath from Vol. 4)
08 POWERLINE (Husker Du from New Day Rising)
09 THE ZATAN BOYS
10 JONES FOR WAR
11 SPEAKING TONGUES
12 WAY OF THE LAMB
13 HAUNTED HEART
14 BOMBS AWAY
15 FLOWER POWER CHAIN GANG
16 THE PROMISED LAND
17 OPERATION: MELLOW
18 MAMOU
19 YINNING ON A YANG


SCORCHED EARTH INTRO
(collage)

SET IT OFF
Got the scorched earth fever
You begging come on
White light dream in your head
Where you going?
Looking round the way
I don’t care no more
This time

Got the scorched earth screaming
And begging come on
Black light dreaming
Don’t know what you want
Search light swing to me
To and fro sometimes

I leave it behind
No nickle and dime
But watch if I set it off this time
Set it off this time
Set it off this time

Don’t even know what I want
Set it off this time


THE DAY I WAS BORN
I’m a stone cold grinder
That can’t change
Last of the bloodline
To hold sway
The days get darker
You don’t say?
Ain’t seen the sunshine
For 10 days

But you know I’m alive
Just like the saints of old
I came here to grind
Just like the day I was born

I sing to the mountain
That don’t break
Over the fondling
The same way
Days get darker
You don’t say?
Ain’t seen the sunshine
For 10 days

But you know I’m alive
Just like the saints of old
I came here to grind
Just like the day I was born
Just like the day I was born

Alive like the saints of old
Just like the day I was born


YELLABONE
Tell you what
You tell me why
Stack them up
Break high
You always get what you want
Sometimes you say jump
How high
You think you want me to go?

No matter what
No matter why
It goes up
Don't deny you always
get what you want
Somtimes ain't enough
But the way you give and take
is so rough

She goes on and on and on
Yeah, my yellabone,
you know she goes on
She goes on and on and on
Yeah, my yellabone she be the bomb

No matter what
Don't matter why
Just show up
I got to follow
before you leave me behind
To catch up
To get mine
Can I climb up
to the top of your throne

She goes on and on and on
Yeah, my yellabone,
You know she goes on
She goes on and on and on
Yeah, my yellabone, she be the bomb



TOWER OF BABEL
Revolution
Calling up the real revolution


REVOLUTION
Rev Rev Rev...
Revolution
Revolution
Revolution
Apolitical
Twice the mythical
Thrice the mystical
To get to the luminal
To hear all the live not know now
To hear all the live not know now
I got to find the real revolution
Revolution


SUPERNAUT
(music & lyrics by Black Sabbath, reinterpreted by Dege Legg)
I want to reach out and touch the sky
I want to touch the sun but I don’t need to fly
I’m gonna climb up every mountain on the moon
And trip away the day where freak witches groove
Where freak witches groove

I’ve crossed the ocean at every bend
I’ve found the plastic at the golden rainbows end
Done blown my magic in the dead reality
I lived a thousand years, it never could bother me
Never could bother me

Got no religion, got no friends
Got all I want and don’t need to pretend
Don’t try to reach because I’ve blown out my mind
I’ve seen the future and then left it so far behind
So far behind…

(chant)


POWERLINE (music & lyrics by Husker Du)


THE ZATAN BOYS
(from the novel The Battle Hymn of the Good Ol'Hillbilly Zatan Boys)
This here’s the story of the good old hillbilly Zatan boys. These old boys were wild. And they had guns. And they'd been itching for one of them thar Branch-Davidian Freakouts for a long time. But that freakout never really came around, so they kept doing as they'd always done...just hanging round the mountain, killing time and eating snakemeat and squatting by the fire. Sipping straight White Jesus shine from a dirty cup with a leg propped up on a deadcar. Deadcar. Deadcar. Deadcar. So yeah, you get the idea. It was slow going on the mountain. Boys was tripped out...way up in the thick of the backwoods. You had to stay busy or the nights roasted you like a sickly chicken and them nights were followed by big old mountain pounding days that'd have you sniveling for the reapers seeds and swearing that the sun had wires in it...what with the buzz and scrape of insects buzzing round your brains. Crawling up your skin. It was hard going up on the mountain, but country mountain folks got to survive. And they just did what had to be done. They was some hard folks. Because times was hard. But no harder than the smelly greasy heads of the good old hillbilly Zatan boys. They stitched a wicked strangeness and rode the ghost of it out of the backwoods, mulching humping rotten stumps and porn-fornicating on the dark blanket of the moist hills. Just having a good old time...all while maniacally exploring the bizarre circus of dementia lodged far back in the twisted creeks of their minds. This is their story and this is their battle hymn: The Battle Hymn of the Good Ol'Hillbilly Zatan Boys.



JONES FOR WAR

See no evil
Cause war's in season
Like spring or treason
All the atom bombs around the world
Strange men in a stranger world

Black night dreaming
I’m tired of thinking
of all the meanings
All the loaded guns around the world
Aimed upon the flags unfurled

Make me see no evil at all
They want to sell your blood for oil
Make me see no evil at all
Stacking up the blood money
They got the Jones for war

See no evil
Cause greed’s in season
My TV is sleeping
in the land free
and the home of the fear
The mother of all bombs
in the air

Old money dreaming
It’s stuck and scheming
Now who’re you believing
The cowboy crooks or the billionaires
Victim or villain or bombardier

Stacking up up the blood money
They got the Jones for war



SPEAKING TONGUES
(listener interpretation)


WAY OF THE LAMB
Maria slits the dawn
I’m almost no one
No one like the unknown lamb
In the shadows of man
In forgotten holes
Where even animals
surrender their command

This crown of thorns
This cross to the strange
Stranger than you wanted
Strange like the way of the lamb

I am powerless emotion
I am swinging from the night
The moon is on a string
I know you want it now
When the carnival of voices
Drowns the small talk and the jive
Just like the way of the lamb
Can you dig the World War Zero
Like a man?
I tore the crown of thorns
From my head
It was such a drag
Now I’m free of all the bullshit
I know you’ll understand
Just like the way of the lamb

A crown of thorns
A cross to the strange
All the nameless gospels
All the faceless names
Of the lamb

Maria slits the dawn
I’m almost no one
I’m almost no one


HAUNTED HEART
Good night to masquerades
And whispers in the dark
Why would you want to save me
I’m already gone

Last of the longshot burnouts
Racing for tomorrow
It’s my last chance
Before the murder of the dawn
Haunted Heart

Tonight the stars parade
Brighter than before
Tell Jesus not to save me
I’m already gone
Last of the longshot burnouts
Racing for the dawn
It’s my last chance
Before the murder of the dawn
and my haunted heart

It’s my last chance
Haunted heart


BOMBS AWAY
Bombs away
in the new year
I’m feeling kind of strange
in the millennium
Let me count the ways
of a new fear
Something’s gonna come
And drag you away
Where does it end and you begin?

It’s a radio wasteland
From sea to sea
The wave pool sucked
in the American dream
Down the Tarot card halls
Puppets and numbers
A smile or a scar
on a magazine
It’s only flesh it falls
Just like the vanity of youth
it calls to you in a scream

Where does it end and you begin?
You need a villain to be a victim
in the wasteland

I shot my love today
She was talking ‘bout
The seventh sign
of an Armageddon
Turning water to wine
And word to stone
Point out the way
to the end of the world
Waiting for the day
of the chosen one
Who knows?
Maybe he won’t come

You were drunk in the rain
On blood Monday
Singing under a cloud
to an orphan god
Telling me your sob story
Heard it lately
Last call, we got them two for one
And three is always a crowd
Some day maybe
Natural selection’s
Going to weed us out

You need a villain
to be a victim in the wasteland

We got to leave
All romance in the past
We got to leave
All victories to chance
Where does it end
And you begin?


FLOWER POWER CHAIN GANG
Can you feel the love inside of me?
In a world full of hateful things
In the darkness where the child lays
We’re on the flower power chain gang

Can you feel the hate inside of me?
In a world filled with crumbling things
I’m so free, man, it hurts to wake
Down on the flower power chain gang

It’s a big old world that makes us slaves
Come on and grind me down the highway
Tonight we lay it all to waste
on the flower power chain gang


THE PROMISED LAND
Yeah, blood’s cheap
and I’m weak, white, and greasy
Just looking for a hole
I can’t sleep,
Watching Jesus wink
Momma says
I got to get some help
or go
I got to go
Just looking for a hole

Check that sales chicken
Stands ten tall
Bring it down back to the jail
I call it home
You know why

Yeah, the radio sings me to sleep
Short and sweet
Swinging down lower
That we go

The more you need
The worse you bleed
Got to read it and weep
Drop it down in a hole
Just looking for a hole

Water into wine
Sheeps to the slaughter
Pearls to the swine
Redemption for a dollar
Gone burn a trail
Burn a trail to the Promised land
We leave tomorrow

Park my trash can
On Piccolo street
Quarter slots and blackjack odds
Hail to the Promised Land
Burn a trail

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