Throwing Stones [Live at Oakland Coliseum Arena, Oakland, CA, December 17, 1992]
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[Verse]
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
Dizzy with eternity
Paint it 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 to ashes all fall down
Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime calls
And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls
By and by again, the morning sun will rise
But the darkness never goes from some men's eyes
It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets
Stalking turf, dividing up meat
Nightmare spook, piece of heat, you and me, you and me
Click, flashblade 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
Commissars and pin-striped bosses role 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
While the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down
Heartless powers try to tell us what to think
If the spirit's sleeping, then the flesh is ink
History's page, it is thusly carved in stone
The future's here, we are it, we are 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 shinning ball of bule 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
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."
And the current fashions set the pace
Lose your step, fall out of grace
And 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 are throwing stones
So the kids they dance they shake their bones
Because its all too clear we're on our own
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
It's dizzying, the possibilities. Ashes, Ashes all fall down
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