Текст песни «Picks And Lasers» от Country Joe Mcdonald

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Country Joe Mcdonald - "Picks And Lasers"

Lyrics to Picks And Lasers :

Well, the first time that I heard the sound I thought it was the humming

Of Weather-Drones orbiting above the frozen sea.

The next time that I heard the sound I also heard the voices

In a hundred different languages calling out to me:

"Come put away your laser-pick and soar the galaxy." 



And working on my K-jet in the heat of martian summer

I felt a strange vibration coming from the distant stars.

Old Charlie only laughed at me, he said it was space fever

He thought that I had lost my mind when I told him that I saw

The War-Ships of a thousand worlds slicing through the stars. 



Then from the sky came Saturn Sal with contrail streams behind her

And the word she said was war again, so what was I to do '

Oh, the droids all started chirpin and Old Charlies mouth fell open

As I tossed my picks and lasers in the little Turbo-Two.

I could hear them cryin, "no, dont go!" as the red dust blocked the view. 



Hey, picks and lasers; bits and phasers in another time.

Heres a story of blood and glory and life upon the line.

Picks and lasers; bits and phasers in another time.

Heres a story of blood and glory and digging in the mines,

In the martian mines. 



Oh, the Cruiter said Id broke down and surely I must know it

For Id been diggin martian ore for thirty years or more.

I must have made a fortune and Id probably live to spend it

If only I would change my mind but I insisted, "no!"

So I filled out all the proper forms ... that was eighteen years ago. 



I joined the Federation and they placed me and my unit

In the rainbow rings of Saturn two thousand years away

And the squadron doing night watch are all Kriptees from Artura

And the day watch is all human clones from the U. S. A.

Poor souls, they vaporized them all the other day. 



But no one tells me nothin, I never ask no questions

My visions 20-20 and my health is A-OK.

Im a Z rank photon sniper and they work me like a slave droid

And laugh to see me vaporize a ship a week away.

Oh, I hold the highest kill rate in this galaxy, they say, hey! 



And at night, they beg me please to tell them of my memories

Of diggin in the red dirt beside the frozen sea.

Where the daylight lasts forever and a man can make a fortune

And they sit like little children, just as quiet as can be,

Things of every size and color how they hearken unto me. 



And I tell them of the ore mines scarring up the desert,

Of tunnels going farther than the human mind can go.

I tell them of explosions vibrating on forever

And us down with our laser picks a hundred miles below,

While above us on the surface atomic stockpiles glow. 



And I tell of crystal caverns with walls of coal and copper,

Of tunnels packed with veins of ore, but never hint of life.

And craters packed with sensor beams and mine shafts filled with darkness,

I tell them of my eco-dome at the Recon-Testing-Site

And I find myself thinking, "hey, that sure was the life." 



So I talk of copper mining while the death-rays are exploding

And the soldroids at the firing place are homing on the foe.

And I yarn of ore refining while the Star Fleets are destroying

And they listen to my stories, seven hu-droids in a row,

Seven sleek and shiny hu-droids with their circuits all aglow. 



And I tell them when its over how Ill return to my planet,

Those seven shiny hu-droids are crazy to go, too.

And Ill get myself the laser drill that I had always wanted

And ask the price of crude ore, and the depth of martian blue,

And Ill get my gear in order and Ill start to work anew. 



For Ive had my fill of fighting a'' Ive seen a world divided,

Space all filled with slaughter and the heavens red with gore

An a galaxy a-smolder and as if it really mattered

For the red dirt is calling me to my dome upon the shore.

And the droids are chirpin madly ... Old Charlies singing gladly

And Ill rest upon my planet and Ill leave it never more,

And leave it never more.
[ Picks And Lasers Lyrics  ]

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