paroles de chanson As Strong as Samson - Live at Dallas Sound Studio - Procol Harum

Psychiatrists and lawyers destroying mankind
Drivin' them crazy and stealing them blind
Bankers and brokers ruling the world
Storing the silver and hoarding the gold

Ain't no use in preachers preaching
When they don't know what they're teaching
The weakest man be strong as Samson
When you're being held to ransom

Famine and hardship in true living colour
Constant reminders, the plight of our brother
Daily starvation, our diet of news
Fed to the teeth with a barrage of views

Ain't no use in preachers preaching
When they don't know what they're teaching
The weakest man be strong as Samson
When you're being held to ransom

Black men and white men, and Arabs and Jews
Causing congestion and filling the queues
Fighting for freedom, the truth and the word
Fighting the war for the end of the world

Ain't no use in preachers preaching
When they don't know what they're teaching
Weakest man be strong as Samson
When you're being held to ransom

Ain't no use in preachers preaching
When they don't know what they're teaching
Weakest man be strong as Samson
When you're being held to ransom

When you're being held
What do you say
You're being
When you're being held
So they don't know you
Didn't know you
No, no, when you're being held to ransom

Thank you my mother
Thank you my piano
Oh it gets warmer
Would you like to introduce this one Mick?
Make a change
Yeah
Give us a break

Well this one's from our new album called "Exotic Birds and Fruits"
It's a song called "The Idol"
And uh, actually there's quite a funny story goes along with this
When we were recording it in London in the studios
They're very posh studios you know, very flash

One night I went down to the reception area to the phone booth
To phone the wife, say hello
Pick the phone up, just about to speak to the wife
When I noticed in front of me on the wall was written a four line verse
Just the wife answered, I just happened to see the verse
And it went like this:

I love you in your dress, I love you in your nightie
But when the moon shines on your tits
Jesus Christ almighty