Tribal Statistics Songtext
von Manfred Mann’s Earth Band
Tribal Statistics Songtext
Waiting for the monsoon, for the monsoon, the monsoon
Waiting for the monsoon, for the monsoon, the monsoon, the monsoon
Waiting for the monsoon, for the monsoon, the monsoon.
Crises in the night no lighting in the ballroom.
Voices come and go, talking michelangelo.
Down in the forest the, insect kingdom gathers.
Pictures getting restless, troubles in the night.
Waiting for the monsoon, no lighting in the ballroom.
Waiting for the monsoon, no lighting in the ballroom.
Fingers in the sky they′r jamming all the airwaves.
Searching for the traitor that blew the generator.
Oh mother couldn't find a candle, man this station just too hot to.(handle)
Waiting for the monsoon, no lighting in the ballroom.
Blood flecked voices distortion and gain.
Static interferance, short wave rain.
And there′s not repetition signals chime.
But the febled reception couldn't get the meantime.
Waiting for the monsoon, no lighting in the ballroom.
Crises in the night, no lighting in the ballroom.
Voices come and go, talking michelangelo. Down in the forest the insect kingdom gathers.
Pictures getting restless, trouble in the night.
Waiting for the monsoon, no lighting in the ballroom.
Blood flecked voices, distortion and gain.
(Sim.) (fingers in the sky they'r jamming all the airwaves)
Static interferance, short wave rain.
(Sim.) (searching for the traitor that blew the generator)
And there′s not repetition signals chime.
(Sim.) (oh mother couldn′t find a candle)
But the febled reception couldn't get the meantime.
(Sim.) (man this station′s just too hot to.(handle))
Waiting for the monsoon, no lighting in the ballroom.
Waiting for the monsoon, no lighting in the ballroom.
(Guitarr solo)
Fingers in the sky they jamming all the airwaves.
Seaching for the traitor that blew the generator.
Oh mother couldn't find a candle
Man this station′s just too hot to.(handle)
End (JM)
Waiting for the monsoon, for the monsoon, the monsoon, the monsoon
Waiting for the monsoon, for the monsoon, the monsoon.
Crises in the night no lighting in the ballroom.
Voices come and go, talking michelangelo.
Down in the forest the, insect kingdom gathers.
Pictures getting restless, troubles in the night.
Waiting for the monsoon, no lighting in the ballroom.
Waiting for the monsoon, no lighting in the ballroom.
Fingers in the sky they′r jamming all the airwaves.
Searching for the traitor that blew the generator.
Oh mother couldn't find a candle, man this station just too hot to.(handle)
Waiting for the monsoon, no lighting in the ballroom.
Blood flecked voices distortion and gain.
Static interferance, short wave rain.
And there′s not repetition signals chime.
But the febled reception couldn't get the meantime.
Waiting for the monsoon, no lighting in the ballroom.
Crises in the night, no lighting in the ballroom.
Voices come and go, talking michelangelo. Down in the forest the insect kingdom gathers.
Pictures getting restless, trouble in the night.
Waiting for the monsoon, no lighting in the ballroom.
Blood flecked voices, distortion and gain.
(Sim.) (fingers in the sky they'r jamming all the airwaves)
Static interferance, short wave rain.
(Sim.) (searching for the traitor that blew the generator)
And there′s not repetition signals chime.
(Sim.) (oh mother couldn′t find a candle)
But the febled reception couldn't get the meantime.
(Sim.) (man this station′s just too hot to.(handle))
Waiting for the monsoon, no lighting in the ballroom.
Waiting for the monsoon, no lighting in the ballroom.
(Guitarr solo)
Fingers in the sky they jamming all the airwaves.
Seaching for the traitor that blew the generator.
Oh mother couldn't find a candle
Man this station′s just too hot to.(handle)
End (JM)
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