nm34@sdcc12.UUCP (nm34) (04/23/85)
I just received the words to Throwing Stones from someone at
.... abnji!saab. Thank you. I really wanted to read them. Does anyone
know if Barlow wrote them?
Anyway I will pass them on:
THROWING STONES
picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
dizzy with eternity.
paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds & sea
call it home for you and me.
a peaceful place or so it looks from space
a closer look reveals the human race.
full of hope, full of grace, is the human race
but afraid, cause we may lay our home to waste.
there's a fear down here we can't forget hasn't got a name just yet
always awake, always around singing ashes to ashes all fall down.
I watch as the sphere revolves and nightime falls
come waltz with the stars and celestial balls
by and by again, the moon and sun will rise
but the darkness never goes from some men's eyes.
it strolls the sidewalks and it roames the streets
staking turf, dividing up meat.
nightmares, spooks, piece of meat, you and me, you and me.
click, flashblade in getto night
rudys looking for a fight
rat cat alley roll them bones
you need that cash to feed the jones
while the politicians are throwing stones
sing ashes to ashes all fall down.
commissars and pin stripe bosses roll the dice
any way they fall guess who gets to pay the price.
money green or proletarian grey
selling guns instead of food today.
so the kids they dance to shake their bones
while the politicians are throwing stones
sing ashes to ashes all fall down.
heartless powers try to tell us what to think
and if the sphere is sleeping, then the flesh is ink.
history's patient, it is less than carved in stone
the future's here, we are it, we are on our own.
if the game is lost then we're all the same
no one's left to place or take the blame.
will we leave this place an empty stone
or this shinning ball of earth we call our home.
so the kids they dance to shake their bones
while the politicians are throwing stones
sing ashes to ashes all fall down.
beauty, fashion set the pace
lose your step, fall out of grace.
the radical he rants and rage
singing "someone's got to turn the page"
so the shit piles powers back and forth
black goes south and white comes north
with the whole world full of petty wars
singing I got mine, you got yours
with the rich man in his summer home
singing "just leave well enough alone"
but his taxes gone, his covers blown
and the politicians are throwing stones
while the kids they dance to shake their bones
cause its all too clear we're on our own
sing ashes to ashes all fall down.
This will give us something to do when we get sick of reading song
lists.
- Andy Bindmannm34@sdcc12.UUCP (nm34) (04/23/85)
I also want to add a couple-three cheers for Cliff. Thanx.
- Andy Bindman