B. R. Hornsby
The scene is set, everybody's in place
Two chairs filled for every five gone to waste
Pantsuit girl gives me a nasty gaze
She says play that on your own time
Walk to the bandstand blow my horn
Nobody knows what we're really here for
Let's take it out hard till they show us the door
It's us against them tonight
Play the changes
Make the changes
Hear the changes
Take it out hard till they show us the door
A girl with a nose ring said to me
She said where's the joy in your delivery
I said maybe there's not supposed to be
Any real joy at all here
She sat there with that plaster smile
As we sit jiving but in a little while
Holding her hair she joined the single file
And walked on down the hall
Play the changes
Make the changes
Hear the changes
Us against them tonight
The owner says he thinks we need some work
Got a place for you, got some roadwork
Laying asphalt on the interstate
Nobody cares and why should they
A white girl in a dashiki says you're all the rage
My friends and I think you're quite the sage
Wear a kofu and a finger guage
To see which way the wind blows today
Play the changes
Make the changes
Hear the changes
To see which way the wind blows today
Old friend Dave with the silver spoon
Says why don't you play those good old tunes
Give it up now you could fill the room
I say there's nothing like a good Trane tune
Changes
These things called changes
Where do we go from here?the priest:
- Everything's ready
- Go and get me fresh meat
- We're thirsty for sacred beverage
- Hurry up! I can't wait anymore
the assembly:
- Here she is the promised virgin!
narration:
Her nude body plays with the unstable shadows
Her long hair hides half her breasts, she rises her head
Her eyes are shining with the gleam of the torches
the priest:
- Look deep in my eyes, you little bitch
- Look at your death, she smiles at you
priest reflection:
Death opens her arms to you
You tremble and your body is wet
You haven't to be scared, you'll be saved
You'll suffer, you'll die, you'll be free
the priest:
I wish to hear her weep
I wish to hear her cry
I wish to hear her yell
Of disgust... of fear... of pain
the priest with the crowd:
We gonna take care of you...