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Ambling Alp Lyrics
Now kid, I know I haven't been a perfect man
And I've avoided doing things I know I can But if I learned one thing, the tattoo on my arm will burn into my thumb It would be that You must stick up for yourself, son Never mind what anybody else done Stick up for yourself, son Never mind what anybody else done Stick up for yourself, son Never mind what anybody else done Now Old Man Schmelling was a formidable foe But Ambling Alp was, too, at least that's what I'm told But if you learn one thing, you've learned it well Until you must get past yourself They'll run but they can't hide You must stick up for yourself, son Never mind what anybody else done Stick up for yourself, son Never mind what anybody else done Stick up for yourself, son Never mind what anybody else done And when those thunder clouds are crying in the skies, in the skies And when those fireflies keep shining in your eyes, in your eyes Keep your mind for the time, with your ass on the line Keep your feet, feet sliding to the side, to the side Now, the world can be an unfair place at times But your lows will have their complement of highs And if anyone should cheat you, take advantage of, or beat you Raise your head and wear your wounds with pride You must stick up for yourself, son Never mind what anybody else done Stick up for yourself, son Never mind what anybody else done Stick up for yourself, son Never mind what anybody else done |
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09-17-2008
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10-30-2009
in the skies, in the skies
And when those fireflies keep shining
In your eyes, in your eyes
Keep your minds on the time
With the (...) on the line
Keep your feet slide into the sky, into the sky
And one more verse in the single version.
Also, isn't it "Speak up for yourself" after the 2nd verse?
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10-30-2009
Now the world can be an unfair place at times
But your lows will have their compliment of highs
And if anyone should cheat you, take advantage of or beat you
raise your hand and wear your wounds with pride
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11-03-2009
In June you must give fascists hell,
They'll run but they can't hide
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11-04-2009
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11-05-2009
As quoted from: http://www.slate.com/blogs/blogs/browbeat/archive/2009/11/05/track-of-the-week-yeasayer-s-ambling-alp.aspx
"Jody Rosen: Jonah, forget Rusted Root. Try Baha Men. One of the things I love about “Ambling Alp”—and there’s lots I love about this clattery art-pop freakout—is the fact that it’s a stealth jock jam. As best I can make out, the second verse goes like this: “Oh, Max Schmeling was a formidable foe/ The Ambling Alp was too, at least that’s what I’m told/ But if you learn one thing, you’ve learned it well/ It’s true, you must give fascists hell.” The user-generated lyrics sites that I checked have a totally mangled version of the words. (“Old Man Schlemming” etc.) Evidently there’s a history-literacy problem in the hipster community. Worse: there’s a boxing-literacy problem. See, the song’s about Joe Louis and two of his famous opponents: Primo Carnera, the pugilist-hero of Mussolini’s regime, and, of course, Hitler’s beloved Schmeling, Louis’ foe in two legendary 1930s bouts. “Ambling Alp” sounds like some “poetic” indie-rock nonsense; it was actually Carnera’s nickname. (The dude was a man-mountain.)"
I mean, seriously, read up on some history and clean the wax out of your ears before you type up lyrics. Sheesh!
11-16-2009
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