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Jon Savage’s 1969–1971: Rock Dreams on 45
Disc 1
01. Waitin’ for the Wind
02. Bad Night at the Whiskey
03. Creeping Jean
04. Sudden Life
05. Darkness, Darkness
06. Broad Daylight
07. King Kong
08. Peace Loving Man
09. The War Machine
10. Junior’s Wailing
11. Walk on Gilded Splinters
12. Days of the Broken Arrows
13. Reputation
14. Nobody Knows
15. Plynth (Water Down the Drain)
16. Lie to Me
17. 1969
18. Magic Potion
19. Funk #48
20. Rock and Roll Queen
21. The Devil Came From Kansas
Disc 2
01. Comin’ Home
02. Spirit in the Sky
03. The Witch’s Promise
04. Bad Side of the Moon
05. Flying
06. Cat Food
07. American Woman
08. The American Ruse
09. The Green Manalishi
10. Shady Grove
11. Archangel’s Thunderbird
12. The Witch
13. Gerdondula
14. Natural Magic
15. Ultime Thule, Teil 1
16. Caught in a Dream
17. Sweet Jane
18. He’s Gonna Step on You Again
19. Travelin’ in the Dark (For E.M.P)
20. Beggars Day
21. Rock ’n’ Roll
22. Yesterday’s Numbers
Climb aboard my war machine
Let me show you what it means
To fight for a cause and die
Let me take you by the hand
Lead you through a promised land
That's better for you and I

People run when they hear the gun
And they hide from the cannon's roar
See her run as I raise my gun
See her blood across the floor

You pussy-footing, lily-livered, loaded cowards!
Get up, move on!
You're not here for a visit, you're
A death-wish-missing puppet!
You're in the army now!

Climb aboard the war machine
When the fight is over, corpses gleam
In the sun and lie
Honour to the victor now
Fifteen million bodies show
You're only a fool who died

Never rise 'til you see their eyes
You'll remember all that's said
Never let your reaction slow
'Cause we want them bastards dead

All you little pink-veined, ugly-looking lot!
So you couldn't listen, huh?
By only two hundred of you
More than could be the blood faces
What's wrong with you?
You're as far from a soldier as a fucking puppy, man!

If he stirs, never breathe a word
If he moves, put the boot in low
See a kid, better shoot 'em down
Might be best that they don't know

You water-melons, you are
Gorging on waste food and living off
And you think I'm some of you?
All you're really doing is ahh
You're a waste of a human soul!

Come on, everybody, and climb aboard the war machine
Gather round and see the greatest thing you've ever seen
All you people move along because there's room for plenty more inside
Come on, everybody, gather round and see the war machine
That's it, mate
You bring your little girl and your little boy if you want to
Bring them to see the war mach-