Released: June 1, 1981
Songwriter: George Harrison
Producer: Ray Cooper George Harrison
[Verse 1]
They say they like it but now in the market
It may not go well as it's too laid back
You need some oomph, papa, nothing like Frank Zappa
And not new wave, they don't play that crap
[Chorus]
Try beating your head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Don't have time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
[Verse 2]
I hear a clock ticking, I feel the nitpicking
I almost quit kicking at the wall
There seems a confusion under the illusion
That they know just what will suit you all
[Chorus]
Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like the stone
Ain't got time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
[Verse 3]
There is no sense to it, pure pounds and pence to it
They're so intense too, makes me amazed
Don't want no music but they're making you sick with
Some awful noises that may get played
[Chorus]
By beating their heads on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't no messing around with music
Give them the blood from a clone
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't got time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
[Verse 4]
Where will it all lead us?
I thought we had freed us
From the mundane, seems I'm wrong again
Could be they lack roots, they're still wearing Jack boots
And marching somewhere in the pouring rain
[Chorus]
Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Don't have time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't no messing around with music
Give them the blood from a clone
Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't no time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
They say they like it but now in the market
It may not go well as it's too laid back
You need some oomph, papa, nothing like Frank Zappa
And not new wave, they don't play that crap
[Chorus]
Try beating your head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Don't have time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
[Verse 2]
I hear a clock ticking, I feel the nitpicking
I almost quit kicking at the wall
There seems a confusion under the illusion
That they know just what will suit you all
[Chorus]
Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like the stone
Ain't got time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
[Verse 3]
There is no sense to it, pure pounds and pence to it
They're so intense too, makes me amazed
Don't want no music but they're making you sick with
Some awful noises that may get played
[Chorus]
By beating their heads on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't no messing around with music
Give them the blood from a clone
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't got time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
[Verse 4]
Where will it all lead us?
I thought we had freed us
From the mundane, seems I'm wrong again
Could be they lack roots, they're still wearing Jack boots
And marching somewhere in the pouring rain
[Chorus]
Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Don't have time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't no messing around with music
Give them the blood from a clone
Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't no time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
- Somewhere in England (1981)
- My Sweet Lord
- Isn’t It a Pity
- All Things Must Pass
- What Is Life
- Wah-Wah
- Beware of Darkness
- Run of the Mill
- Got My Mind Set On You
- All Those Years Ago
- Give Me Love
- Crackerbox Palace
- Ballad of Sir Frankie Crisp (Let It Roll)
- I’d Have You Anytime
- When We Was Fab
- If Not for You
- Give Me Love (Give Me Peace on Earth)
- Awaiting on You All
- I Live for You
- Behind That Locked Door
- Let It Down
- Hear Me Lord
- Blow Away
- Art of Dying
- Isn’t It a Pity (Version 1)