Shocking Blue - Poor Boy Lyrics

Could have just put pictures of Mariska instead of that shit

I know so many of these places! By the Poor Boy gas pumps I met an elderly man so kind, he had the telling and tragic tattoos of Auschwitz and I asked him if he was alright. He smiled, a painful smile of loss and survival, he said, he bought one lottery ticket a day not to win, only to enjoy the "hope. And life is good for you and for me." I asked if he owned the station and he said that is what his winnings gave him, gas and ashes to remind him where his lost loves were. I will always keep this man's smile, his easy smile and his pain and overcoming- I have photographic memory for images in real life, so it is like playing a film for me.. and it may be enough then that this man survived, the last of his name, I use it now too, when I sign in my business, I am signing as the colonial he was, in memoriam. Though my actual name is RaVen DaWn, I always keep this man's image and his story, attached to my every signature as being hell bent for leather, with rhino skin around my heart and alligator hide on my soul, I admit I hunt cold blooded beasts, with my blade as I was taught to do, the tribal ways of my kind. I am Chief and Shaman of my expanding tribe, travel the world at will and am paid to do so, mysteriously, I wonder often where it all comes from, yet I know not to question- as the real concerns are beyond, and I am driven to where the need is for humanity. Thankful, though I have losses and every victory is just another ceasefire, an Accord which is more likely than not to be broken so I return and then -I am who am, that I am the one who must often sacrifice my innocence and cut off the head of the snake. Peace even -it has casualties. Peace in degrees, the ends must justify. This man of my name, I will not post here, yet his spirit drives me that no such abomination may happen again, and trust not any who says they have become reformed, as once the taste of blood and power are mixed, the blood stays upon the blade. Thus in good will yet to be aware of the reality, the harsh truth I must every day live with, this verse I have published and auctioned as well, all that went to a cause overseas. I am of brotherhood and kindred spirits -a warrior born reluctant yet what ever it takes, there will be peace. Thank you Ijusdunkel for reminding me that I am not so alone in this path nobody seems to have trod, this I say, as I see no footprints, no empty beer or soda cans, no wrappers and no rappers- and the children of the forest live, so quaint yet aware, as they tap the surface of the lake and the rivers too, to see if a croc is waiting to eat them and otherwise they will get pales of water for their villages, and I will be there to protect them as well. Yet I fight often the devil in his playground...





Another Shot of
Gun Grease





Four mags
empty and to the nearest town I go,





The boys at
the checkpoints, they all know





To live
another day, look the other way.





I’m
coming through.





There’s a
bar over by the burning police car,





A place to
go do as I please.





Bartender,
bartender,





Make it a
double.





I’ll have
another shot of gun grease.





 





Hey! You
there, in the churches,





Get the fuck
UP off your knees!





Time to
please the almighty appetite





With a
bigger body count.





Wrath and
wraith, have thou faith-





Yes, he
plays the numbers, checks the dailies…





 





Your prayers
are delivered,





and your
agony, he sees.





I’ll have
another shot of gun grease.





Gun grease,
please;                …. gun grease





 





~s’all
against the wall~





….by  RaVen 
DaWn….

Мне .было ...5 лет.в .1969м..году..

Ленина ..выносим...маришка .заносим ..в мавзолей ....ленин .он ..муму.а маришка ..вся ...из золота..

О.маришка ..наша девка ..мы её ..розумием..

БРАВО

СЛОВ НЕТ. БРАВО!!!

I have this long version on the vinyl album Shocking At Home 1969 Belgian Edition

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I first heard this song as part of a three-song medley:

Long and Lonesome Road
California Here I Come
Poor Boy

Maybe someone can make that edit here.

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What was the name of the female singer, is she still singing in a band? A lot of the rockers have gotten their bands back together and some go on tour, etc. I used to listen to a few of their tunes on the radio back in the day.

Mariska is long dead...sorry. They're one of the best bands in the world. Gotta love the Dutch!

Mariska Veres born in The Hague of Hungarian father and German mother. She has always lived in the same house. She died in 2006 of a very fast cancer of the liver.

Makes you regret that the band became less adventurous on later albums.

The best!

Great song...

просто обалдеть

Very funny- loved the sandwich series right at the deep part..

I love Shocking Blue...

+Alex Master ME TOO! THIS LOOKS LIKE ONE OF MARISKAS CATS

MUSICA CON ALUCINACIONES, MUY PSICODELICA, EXCELENTE.........

That's called a tanpura, it's a drone instrument.

Noticed a few people asking for similar tunes to the intro...one i know is 'the progressive seekers'-'western drag'

It's not a flanging rhythm gtr but an Indian instrument (not sitar). I think CCR's "I Heard It Through the Grapevine" has a similar color, but more "bluesy".

The first half of this tune is awesome. Actually, can anyone recommend some further listening that sounds like the first half of this tune? i.e. the flange rhythm guitar, that drumming style, the sparse bass playing. What else sounds like this?

Any suggestions much appreciated.

Brilliant song of the brilliant band !

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The composition of music and the illustration of drawing are wonderful. Thanks!

Un tema rock, desconocido por estos lados, con un sabroso inicio instrumental y luego la entrada de Marisca Veres y compañia.

Un tema rock, desconocido por estos lados, con un inicio instrumental y luego la sabrosima entrada de Marisca Verez y compañia.

Classic

That section from 1:06 - 2:30 is awesome. I wish I could find other tunes with that sort of mood and guitar playing

Great images to go with this tune.

nice pictures you used.