Number Nine
Number Nine
Number Nine
Number Nine
Its evolution in the
time
Its revolution by
the sign
Love it; shoot it;
do it
Its all gonna’ be
fine
The winds of change
blew in
Flags of Camelot were
set in spin
Love and idealism
fell from the sky
A mist set upon the
youth’s eye
Make a difference;
be reason for change
Dylan’s “hair grows
down to feet so strange”
Billie Jean is sad
and slips away it seems
While Martin has a
dream
JFK rides behind a
car then in a wooden casket
The Fab Four fly in with
rainbow basket
The air is volatile
as Malcolm is stilled
And ‘Nam bombs fall
until the air is filled
Number Nine
Number Nine
Number Nine
Number Nine
Its evolution in the
time
Its revolution by
the sign
Love it; shoot it;
do it
Its all gonna’ be
fine
Stones are getting
no satisfaction
Yet, Watts burns in
hate fires of conflagration
Minis are in and the
pill shows women are better free
For there is the summer
of love and glee
Young soldiers off
to a war uncle wants
“Hell no we won’t go”
goes the streets chants
Street riots that
say, “burn baby burn”
So they shot Martin and
peace has no more turn
Where has sanity
gone; where has Robert’s voice gone
Only left only with words
of anger and fights from dark to dawn
Tricky Dick is in
the oval with his beady eyes
He has men that do
dirty tricks and he lies
Number Nine
Number Nine
Number Nine
Number Nine
Its evolution in the
time
Its revolution by
the sign
Love it; shoot it;
do it
Its all gonna’ be
fine
A man says it’s a
small step; giant leap
Turmoil and violence
for “Days of Rage” won’t keep
Students cry “bring
the war home” in scorn
There is no more room
or reason to mourn
Now the soldiers
must keep the school campus in peace
Shoot the students
down - it takes only one bullet a piece
Who comes down that
Washington street
It’s two million; black and white marching feet
The ideal place has
now a smell of sullied compromise
The days of flower
children turn into wall street ‘guise
And finally, the
bright light now dims the eye to a lower see
For John, Paul,
George and Ringo say, “Let It Be”
Number Nine
Number Nine
Number Nine
Number Nine
Its evolution in the
time
Its revolution by
the sign
Love it; shoot it;
do it
Its all gonna’ be
fine
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