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Song In The Blood

This song is by Joan Baez and appears on the album Baptism (1968).

There are great puddles of blood on the world
Where is it all going? All this spilled blood?
Is it the earth that drinks it and gets drunk?
Funny kind of drunkography then, so wise, so monotonous, no
The earth doesn't get drunk
The earth doesn't turn askew
It pushes its little car regularly, it's four seasons, rain, snow, hail, fair weather
Never is it drunk
It's with difficulty it permits itself from time to time
An unhappy little volcano

It turns, the earth
It turns with its trees, its gardens, its houses
It turns with its great pools of blood
And all living things turn with it and bleed

It doesn't give a damn the earth
It turns and all living things set up a howl
It doesn't give a damn
It turns
It doesn't stop turning
And the blood doesn't stop running

Where's it going all this spilled blood?
Murder's blood, war's blood, misery's blood
And the blood of men tortured in prisons
And the blood of children calmly tortured by their papa and their mommy
And the blood of men whose heads bleed in padded cells
And the roofer's blood when the roofer slips and falls from the roof
And the blood that comes and flows in great gushes with the newborn
With the new baby
The mother cries
The baby cries
The blood flows
The earth turns
The earth doesn't stop turning
The blood doesn't stop flowing

Where's it going all this spilled blood?
Blood of the blackjacked
Of the humiliated
Of suicides
Of firing squad victims
Of the condemned
And the blood of those that die just like that by accident

In the street a living being goes by with all his blood inside
Suddenly there he is, dead
And all his blood outside
And other living beings make the blood disappear
They carry the body away
But it's stubborn the blood
And there where the dead one was
Much later, all black
A little blood still stretches
Coagulated blood
Life's rust, body's rust
Blood curdled like milk
Like milk when it turns
When it turns like the earth
Like the earth it turns with its milk
With its cows
With its living
With its dead
The earth that turns with its trees
With it's living beings, its houses
The earth that turns with marriages
Burials
Shells
Regiments

The earth that turns and turns and turns
With its great streams of blood

Credits

Music by:

Peter Schickele

Lyrics by:

English translantion::

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