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Throwing Stones [Weir/Barlow]
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free,
Dizzy with eternity.
Painted with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and 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 face.
But afraid, we may 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, ashes all fall down. Ashes, ashes all fall down.
Now watch as the ball revolves as the nighttime falls.
And again the hunt begins and again the blood wind calls.
By and by again, the morning sun will rise.
But the darkness never goes from some men's eyes. (Well I know)
It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets.
Staking turf, dividing up meat.
Nightmare spook, piece of heat; you and me, you and me.
Click flash blade in ghetto night. Rudies looking for a fight.
Rat cat alley, roll them bones. Need that cash to feed that jones,
And the politicians throwing stones.
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down. Ashes, 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 gray, selling guns instead of food today.
So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
And the politicians throwing stones.
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down. Ashes, ashes all fall down.
Heartless powers try to tell us what to think.
If the spirit's sleeping, then the flesh is ink. (Yeah)
History's page, will be neatly carved in stone.
The future's here, we are it, we are on our own. (On our own...)
If the game is lost then we're all the same.
No one left to place or take the blame.
We will leave this place an empty stone.
Or this shining ball of blue we can call our home.
So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
While the politicians are throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.
Ashes, ashes all fall down.
Shipping powders back and forth.
Singing "Black goes south while white comes north."
And the whole world full of petty wars.
Singing "I got mine and you got yours."
While the current fashions set the pace,
Lose your step, fall out of grace.
The radical he rant and rage,
Singing "Someone got to turn the page."
And the rich man in his summer home,
Singing "Just leave well enough alone."
But his pants are down, his cover's blown.
And the politicians throwing stones.
So the kids they dance they shake their bones.
'Cause it's all too clear we're on our own.
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down. Ashes, ashes all fall down.
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free.
It's dizzying, the possibilities. Ashes, Ashes all fall down.
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| Howdy Joydip --
Throwing Stones is the name of the song, to be found on umteen tapes
throughout the years and, I believe, on the CD In The Dark....I, or a
thousand others, can make ya tape!
"and the kids they dance and shake their bones,
cause it's all to clear weir on our own,
singin ashes to ashes all fall down.
ASHES TO ASHES ALL FALL DOWN!"
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