What's going on

Mother, mother
There's too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There's far too many of you dying
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today, yeah

Picket lines and picket signs
Don't punish me with brutality
Talk to me
So you can see
Oh, what's going on (What's going on)
What's going on (What's going on)
What's going on (What's going on)
What's going on (What's going on)

Right on, baby
Right on, baby
Right on

Mother, mother
Everybody thinks we're wrong
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Simply 'cause our hair is long
Oh, you know we've got to find a way
To bring some understanding here today

Picket lines and picket signs
Don't punish me with brutality
Come on talk to me
So you can see
What's going on (What's going on)
Yeah, what's going on (What's going on)
Tell me what's going on (What's going on)
I'll tell you, what's going on (What's going on)

Right on, baby, right on
Right on, baby
Right on, baby, right on 

The lonesome death of Hattie Carroll

William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll,
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin',
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station,
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.

But you who philosophize, disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face, now ain't the time for
Your tears.

William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years,
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him,
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders,
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was
Snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.

But you who philosophize, disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face, now ain't the time for
Your tears.

Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage,
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table,
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table,
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.

But you who philosophize, disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face, now ain't the time for
Your tears.

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel,
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the
Level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and
Persuaded,
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em,
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason,
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,

And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.

Oh, but you who philosophize, disgrace and criticize all
Fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face, for now's the time for your
Tears. 

For what it's worth

There's something happening here
But what it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware

I think it's time we stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's going down?

There's battle lines being drawn
Nobody's right if everybody's wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind

It's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's going down?

What a field day for the heat (Ooh ooh ooh)
A thousand people in the street (Ooh ooh ooh)
Singing songs and they carrying signs (Ooh ooh ooh)
Mostly say, "Hooray for our side" (Ooh ooh ooh)

It's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's going down?

Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you're always afraid
Step out of line, the men come and take you away

We better stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's going down?

You better stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's going down?

You better stop
Now, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's going down?

You better stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's going down? 

Libre

Tiene casi veinte años y ya está
Cansado de soñar
Pero tras la frontera está su hogar
Su mundo, su ciudad
Piensa que la alambrada solo es
Un trozo de metal
Algo que nunca puede detener
Sus ansias de volar

Libre
Como el Sol cuando amanece
Yo soy libre como el mar
Libre
Como el ave que escapó de su prisión
Y puede, al fin, volar
Libre
Como el viento que recoge mi lamento
Y mi pesar
Camino sin cesar
Detrás de la verdad
Y sabré lo que es al fin, la libertad

Con su amor por banderas se marchó
Cantando una canción
Marchaba tan feliz que no escuchó
La voz que le llamó
Y tendido en el suelo se quedó
Sonriendo y sin hablar
Sobre su pecho flores carmesí
Brotaban sin cesar

Libre
Como el Sol cuando amanece
Yo soy libre como el mar
Libre
Como el ave que escapó de su prisión
Y puede, al fin, volar
Libre
Como el viento que recoge mi lamento
Y mi pesar
Camino sin cesar
Detrás de la verdad
Y sabré lo que es al fin, la libertad

Libre
Como el Sol cuando amanece
Yo soy libre como el mar
Libre
Como el ave que escapó de su prisión
Y puede, al fin, volar
Libre
Como el viento que recoge mi lamento
Y mi pesar
Camino sin cesar
Detrás de la verdad
Y sabré lo que es al fin, la libertad 

Scenes from an Italian Restaurant

A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I, face to face

A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends upon your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian Restaurant

Things are okay with me these days
Got a good job, got a good office
Got a new wife, got a new life
And the family's fine
We lost touch long ago
You lost weight I did not know
You could ever look so nice after
So much time

Do you remember those days hanging out
At the village green
Engineer boots, leather jackets
And tight blue jeans
Drop a dime in the box play the
Song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights
My sweet romantic teenage nights

Brenda and Eddie were the
Popular steadys
And the king and the queen
Of the prom
Riding around with the car top
Down and the radio on
Nobody looked any finer
Or was more of a hit at the
Parkway Diner
We never knew we could want more
Than that out of life
Surely Brenda and Eddie would
Always know how to survive

Brenda and Eddie were still going
Steady in the summer of '75
When they decided the marriage would
Be at the end of July
Everyone said they were crazy
Brenda you know you're much too lazy
Eddie could never afford to live that
Kind of life
But there we were wavin' Brenda and
Eddie goodbye

They got an apartment with deep
Pile carpet
And a couple of paintings from Sears
A big waterbed that they bought
With the bread
They had saved for a couple
Of years
They started to fight when the
Money got tight
And they just didn't count on
The tears

They lived for a while in a
Very nice style
But it's always the same in the end
They got a divorce as a matter
Of course
And they parted the closest
Of friends
Then the king and the queen went
Back to the green
But you can never go back
There again

Brenda and Eddie had had it
Already by the summer of '75
From the high to the low to
The end of the show
For the rest of their lives
They couldn't go back to
The greasers
The best they could do was
Pick up the pieces
We always knew they would both
Find a way to get by
That's all I heard about
Brenda and Eddie
Can't tell you more than I
Told you already
And here we are wavin' Brenda
And Eddie goodbye

A bottle of red, a bottle of white
Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight
I'll meet you anytime you want
In our Italian Restaurant 

Tanguillos

Aquellos duros antiguos
que tanto en Cádiz dieron que hablar
que se encontraba la gente
en la orillita del mar,

fue la cosa más graciosa
que en mi vida he visto yo.

Allí fue medio Cadiz
con espiochas,
y hasta fue un día
mi suegra, y eso que estaba
ya medio pocha,

con las uñas y el pelo,
la vi escarbar,
cuatro días seguidos,
sin descansar.

Se puso la playa
igual que una feria,
válgame San Cleto,
lo que es la miseria.

Algunos cogieron
más de ochenta duros,
pero en cambio otros
no vieron ninguno.

Mi suegra, como ya dije,
se pasó allí una semana,
escarbando por la noche,
de día y por la mañana.

Perdió las uñas y el pelo,
y eso que poco tenía,
y en vez de coger los duros
lo que pilló fue una pulmonía,

y en patio de las malvas
está escarbando desde aquel día
y en el patio de las malvas
está escarbando desde aquel día.