Blood From a Clone Songtext
von George Harrison

They say they like it but
Now in the market it
Made up for wailers it′s too late that
You need some oomph and that
Nothing like Frank Zappa
Not the way they don't play that crap

Try beating your head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
No right time for the music
They want the blood from a clone

I hear a clock ticking
I feel the nitpicking
I almost quit kicking at the wall
There seems a confusion
Under the illusion
That they know just what they suit you for


Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain′t got time for the music
They want the blood from a clone

There is no sense to it
Pure pounds and pence to it
They're so intense too
Makes me amazed
Don't want no music but
They′re making music with
Some awful noises that they get played by

Beating their heads on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain′t no messing 'round with music
Give them the blood from a clone

Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain′t got time for the music
They want the blood from a clone


Where will it all lead us
I thought we had freed us
From the mundane scenes and mundane games
Could be the lack roots
They're still wearing jackboots
And marching somewhere in the pouring rain

Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Don′t have time for the music
They want the blood from a clone

Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't no messing ′round with music
Give them the blood from a clone

Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't no time for the music
They want the blood from a clone