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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Roberta Flack
Roberta Flack
Stimme und Gesang
Seldon Powell
Seldon Powell
Baritonsaxofon
Ron Carter
Ron Carter
Bass
Ray Lucas
Ray Lucas
Schlagzeug
John Pizzarelli
John Pizzarelli
Gitarre
Frank Wess
Frank Wess
Tenorsaxofon
Bennie Powell
Bennie Powell
Posaune
Jimmy Nottingham
Jimmy Nottingham
Trompete
Joe Newman
Joe Newman
Trompete
William Fischer
William Fischer
Horndirigent:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Gene McDaniels
Gene McDaniels
Songwriter:in
William Fischer
William Fischer
Horn-Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Joel Dorn
Joel Dorn
Produzent:in
William Arlt
William Arlt
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Bob Liftin
Bob Liftin
Mischtechniker:in

Lyrics

Said I love the lie, lie the love Hangin' on, with a push and shove Possession is the motivation Hangin' up the whole damn nation Looks like we always end up in a rut Tryin' to make it real, but compared to what? Slaughterhouse is killin' hogs Twisted children are killin' frogs Poor dumb rednecks rollin' logs Tired old ladies are kissin' dogs And I hate that human love that stinkin' mutt Try to make it real, but compared to what? Said the President, he's got his war Folks don't know just what it's for No one gives us rhyme or reason You have one doubt, they call it treason I said we're chicken feathers, all without one gut Tryin' to make it real, but compared to what? Got to church on Sunday, sleep and nod Tryin' to duck the wrath of God Preacher's fillin' us with fright Telling us what he thinks is right But he must be some kind of stupid nut He tries to make it real Try to make it real, yeah Tryin' to make it real, real, real Tryin' to make it real, real, real, yeah Tryin' to make it real, yeah Real, real, real, real Tryin' to make it real Tryin' to make it real, yeah But where's that bee and where's their honey? Where's my God and where's my money? Unreal values, crass distortion Unwed mothers need abortion And it kind of brings to mind Ol' young King Tut, he tried Tried, tried, tried to make it real Tryin' to make it real, yeah But compared to what? Said I love the lie, lie the love Hangin' on with a push and shove Possession is the motivation Hangin' up the whole damn nation Looks like we always end up in a rut Tryin' to make it real, but compared to what?
Writer(s): Gene Mcdaniels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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