No more words
I’ve already been told
what’s been said
Yes, I’ve heard
Oh, I’ve been listening
till it twisted my head
No more words
I’ve already been talking
too long
It’s absurd
to think the world
is on the tip of your tongue
Why don’t we do something
‘Cause there’s a hell of a lot to be done
Why don’t we sing something
‘Cause there’s a hell of a lot to be sung
Why don’t we lay off our liberal views
‘Cause there’s a hell of a lot to be won
Why don’t we do something
Choose something…
Living alone in the jungle
Nobody there
Nobody cares
Taking his time to be humble
Living alone
not having a home
The moon is his natural mother
The sun is his brother-in-law
Sitting on the top of a pillar
looking my way
the man of today
He’s the professional killer
Give him a gun
and he’ll kill you for fun
Don’t you try to get near him
Don’t you ever try to get close
Why don’t we…
No more words
Let me live by the touch
of your hand
Oh, I’ve heard
Yes, I’ve been listening
but I can’t understand
"Hoola Bandoola Export" /
"Ingenting förändras av sig själv"/
"Aldrig bli som ni, CD1":
Mikael Wiehe: sång, ak.gitarr, munspel
Björn Afzelius: sång, slagverk
Peter Clemmedson: gitarrer, sång
Povel Randén: piano, kör
Arne Franck: el.bas
Per-Ove "Muffe" Kellgren: trummor
Inspelad och mixad i MNW's studio i Vaxholm
av Anders Larsson, våren 1971 |
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