[Own Kah]

Hurricane

Pistol shots ring out in the bar-room night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, my god, they killed them all!
Here comes the story of The Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin’ that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin’ there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin’ around mysteriously.
I didn’t do it, he says, and he throws up his hands
I was only robbin’ the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin’, he says, and he stops
One of us had better call up the cops.
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin’
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin’ around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda sh*t was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that’s just the way things go.
If you’re black you might as well not show up on the street
’less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin’ around
He said, I saw two men runnin’ out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates.
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this one’s not dead
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin’ and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin’ eye
Says, wha’d you bring him in here for? he ain’t the guy!
Yes, here’s the story of The Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin’ that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin’s in South America, fightin’ for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley’s still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin’ the screws to him, lookin’ for somebody to
blame.
Remember that murder that happened in a bar?
Remember you said you saw the getaway car?
You think you’d like to play ball with the law?
Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin’ that night?
Don’t forget that you are white!

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, I’m really not sure.
Cops said, a poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we’re talkin’ to your friend Bello
Now you don’t wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You’ll be doin’ society a favor.
That sonofab*tch is brave and gettin’ braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain’t no gentleman jim.

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It’s my work, he’d say, and I do it for pay
And when it’s over I’d just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin’s cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin’s witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder one, guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both boldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool’s hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn’t help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That’s the story of The Hurricane,
But it won’t be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he’s done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

(Words – Bob Dylan)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rubin_Carter

[Own Kah]

@abitofmary_j wrote:

An ugly woman walks into a shop with her two kids.

The shopkeeper asks “Are they twins”?

The woman says “No, he’s 9 and she’s 7.

Why? Do you think they look alike?”

“No”, he replies “I just can’t believe you got laid twice

:lol: :lol: :lol:
Thanks Mary I needed that! :wink:

[Own Kah]

@emmalush wrote:

…how about a house full of politicians arguing about the war, trying to out wit eachother, getting on eachothers nerves. The dirt being dished would be FUN.

:roll:

[Own Kah]

@robyn wrote:

@Ow£n Ka$h wrote:

Not posting a pic again ever! My pic got too many insults and I don’t come
here for insults because I can go anywhere for that! :twisted:

fffs! Who here would insult ya? What– are we all movie stars? :roll: :lol: Post a pic :twisted: who gives a rats @ss if anyone doesnt like it.

Believe it or not I’m a sensitive soul and my pic has been distorted,
manipulated and I’ve been abused and insulted by a couple of people here.
I will not post another. :(

[Own Kah]

@pikey wrote:

I’ve created some highly detailed engineering plans so that people can take part in this marvellous technological advance:

:lol:

[Own Kah]

Weetabix are for men and coco pops are for smelly itinerates and juveniles!

[Own Kah]

@rivet wrote:

@soulie wrote:

fancy getting that neil young one myself, got a few of his.. including a live acoustic one which remains one of my all time best cds

for me this week, album of the week would have to go to the richard ashcroft, its not out to buy yet, but i have heard 5 of the tracks, and its good to have him back

soulie, may i ask you -do you have on that acoustic record “out of control”
just with harmonica and piano?

If so you can have my right arm for it. take a leg too fk it.
riv

Cannot find this track on CD but it’s on DVD.
Neil Young Silver & Gold (2000) DVD
I found this too: :wink:
http://citypaper.com/music/story.asp?id=8329

[Own Kah]

Rupert Murdoch. :twisted:

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@sunny wrote:

Aint that im dirty sian just would like to see you sitting on me face tiss all :twisted: :wink:

Wot she sed! :P

[Own Kah]

Keep yer tongue in!!! :P

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