Spearhead

Spearhead - Hole In The Bucket songtekst

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 I work 9 to 5 but it starts in the P.M.
 and I love the sunrise so I step out in the A.M.
 the street is black and shiny from the early
 nightly rainin'
 the glory of the light it brings evaporation
 morning's fresh oxygen cleanest
 I take a deep hit help my mind stay the greenest
 I'm already wake so I'm not drinkin' coffee
 don't wanna cigarrette  'cause it's a form of slavery
 walk into the store 'cause I need a few items
 the sun heats the blood like a hit of vitamins
 needa buy some food and some 'poo for my dreads
 can't remember why but I need a spool of thread
 Man with dirty dreads, steps around the comer
 he asks me for a dime, a nickel or a quarter
 I don't have any change so I'm steppin' along
 and as I'm walkin' past he sings to me a song...

 (chorus)
 There's a whole in the bucket dear liza, dear
 liza...(repeat)

 The day is pickin' up cause I'm hummin' his song
 the buses and the people all keep movin' along
 to the shopkeeper I say "was'sup?"
 and I'm thinkin' about the man who's holdin' up the cup
 I pay for all the stuff and get a pocketful of change
 should I give it to the man's the question in my brain
 What's gonna happen if I give the man a dime?
 I don't wanna pay for anotha brotha's wine
 What's gonna happen if I give the man a quarter?
 will he find a dealer and try to place an order?
 what's gonna happen if I give the man a nickel
 will he buy some food or some pork that's been pickled?
 I'm not responsible for the man's depression
 how can I find compassion in the midst of recession?
 How come all these questions keep fuckin' with my head
 and I still can't rememba why I need a spool of thread.

 (chorus)

 He's starin' in my eyes just as I'm walkin' past
 I'm tryin to avoid him cause I know he's gonna ask
 me about the coinage that is in my pocket
 But I don't know if I should put it in his bucket
 walk right past him to think about it more
 back at the crib I'm openin' up the door
 a pocketful of change it don't mean alot to me
 my cup is half full but his is empty
 I put back on my cap and I start headin' back
 I reach into my pocket and I have a heart attack
 well as I'm diggin' deep I scream "oh no!"
 there's nothin' in the pocket but a great big hole
 While I was busy thinkin' if he would buy smack
 the jingle in my pocket it slipped through the cracks
 no one has the change and it's fuckin' up my head
 But now I no the reason why I had to buy the thread!

 (chorus
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Auteur: Mary Harris, Michael Franti

Componist: ?

Publisher: Capitol Records, Inc., PolyGram International Publishing, Inc., Frantic Soulutions, CHT Music, Sony Tunes Inc., Butt Babies Music, Rufftunes Music, Tybird Music, ScottyKatt Music Co., A To The K Productions, Beacon Press

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Uitgegeven in: 1994

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Home (2018)

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