Tag 713 (Tag 9 des Kriegs) und Jimi Hendrix: Machine Gun

The Band Of Gypsys (Jimi Hendrix,  Buddy Miles und Billy Cox. Neujahr 1970)

Ein Ausschnitt, die 13-Minuten-Version erspare ich Ihnen. Hendrix, Kriegsgegner.

Machine Gun

 

Machine gun
Tearing my body all apart

Machine gun
Tearing my body all apart

 

Evil man make me kill ya
Evil man make you kill me
Evil man make me kill you
Even though we're only families apart

 

Well I pick up my axe and fight lik a bomber
(you know what I mean)
Hey and your bullets keep knocking me down

Hey I pick up my axe and fight like a bomber now
Yeah but you still blast me down to the ground

 

The same way you shoot me down baby
You'll be going just the same
Three times the pain
And your own self to blame
Hey machine gun

Oooooooooo

 

I ain't afraid of your mess no more, babe
I ain't afraid no more
After a while your cheap talk don't evern cause me pain
So let your bullets fly like rain

'cause I know all the time you're wrong baby
And you'll be goin' just the same

 
Yeah machine gun
Tearing my family apart
Yeah yeah alright
Tearing my family apart

 

Don't you shoot him down
He's about to leave here
Don't you shoot him down
He's got to stay here
He ain't going nowhere
He's been shot down to the ground

 
Oh where he can't survive no no

Yeah that's what we don't wanna hear any more, alright
No bullets
At least here, huh huh
No guns, no bombs
Huh huh

 
No nothin', just let's all live and live
You know instead of killin'