Crawlin from the wreckage G. Parker

Chords: From David Windhorst <colorg@mindspring.com> 



 G                            D    G

Got out really early from the factory

 D                         G

Drivin' like a nut in the rain

 G                               D    G

Don't think I was actin' so hysterically

          D

But I didn't see a thing until it came

 C

Met the dumb suburbos in the takeaway

 D                            G

Beating up the Chinee at the counter

    C                        D           G

I put a few inside me at the end of the day

   D                                        

I took out my revenge on the revolution counter



G

Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage

         D

You'd think by now at least that half my brain would get the message

G

Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage

C                D    C

Into a brand new car



 G                        D      G

In walks Bud with his exploding nose

           D                   G

He's been giving it maximum today

 G                              D             G

Shouted, How the devil, you in trouble, I suppose

 D

All you ever do is run away

  C

Gunned up the motor inta hyperdrive

    D                      G

I wasn't gonna take any of that

 C                             D    G

Don't get bright ideas about a suicide

   D                                         

'Cause all I ever hear is, Zoom, bam, fantastic



  G

Crawlin' from the wreckage

Crawlin' from the wreckage

  D

You'd think by now at least that half a brain would get the message

 G

Crawlin' from the wreckage

Crawlin' from the wreckage

 C                D

Into a brand new car



 G7                 C7

Crawlin', crawlin', crawlin' from the wreckage

 G7                 C7

Crawlin', crawlin', crawlin' from the wreckage

 G7                 C7

Crawlin', crawlin', crawlin' from the wreckage



solo 

D       A  D

D  A    D

D       A  D

C  A  D

G



 G  

Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage

 D
Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin' Lyrics


You make me weep and wanna die
Just when you said we'd try
Lovin', touchin', squeezin' each other

When I'm alone all by myself
You're out with someone else
Lovin', touchin', squeezin' each other

You're tearin' me apart
Every day, every day
You're tearin' me apart
Oh what can I say?
You're tearin' me apart

It won't be long, yes till you're alone
When your lover, oh, he hasn't come home
Cause he's lovin' oo, he's touchin',
He's squeezin' another

He's tearin' you apart
Every day, every day
He's tearin' you apart
Oh girl what can you say?
Cause he's lovin', touchin' another
Now it's your turn, girl to cry
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na




Bits of me are scattered in the trees and in the hedges

 G

Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage

 C                D  C

Into a brand new car

 

G                                 D           G

Nothin' seems to happen that ain't happened before

 D                                 G

I see it all through flashes of depression                                                     

G                                    D              G

I drop my drink and hit some people runnin' for the door

 D

Gotta make some kind of impression

 C    

'Cause when I'm disconnected from the drivin' wheel

    D                   G

I'm only half the man I should be

 C                        D      G

Metal hitting metal is-a all I feel

 D

Everything is good as it poss-i-bul-ly could be



  G

Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage

  D

You'd think by now at least that half a brain would get the message

 G

Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage

 C               D

Into a brand new car



 G  

Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage

 D

Bits of me are scattered in the trees and in the hedges

 G

Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage

 C               D

Into a brand new car



  G

Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage

(fade)



NOTES:



In his NY concert with the Episodes, GP says:

"Here's a song I wrote in 1978 when I was doing the Squeezing 

out Sparks stuff [applause] but it's not, uh, 

it's not on that record [laughter] because it really wasn't 

good enough. But I gave it to Dave Edmunds who turned it into 

something decent. A little thing called 'Crawling from the wreckage'. 



In Brisbane (Australia) at the gig in Van Gogh's Earlobe

he also said " and it's kept me in swimming pools ever since." 



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Rob's version



Crawlin from the wreckage   [Index]



Corrections or comments to: Robert Whyte: rob@toadshow.com.au



Got out really early from the factory

Drivin' like a nut in
Demand Independence Lyrics

Slave to habit, a bottle, a pill-what will you do?
DEMAND INDEPENDENCE
You're losing your mind and you're losing your will
Is that really you?
"Hey I'm just growing up, I'm just having fun"
You're just on the run
You reach for excuses, but there are none
Should've never begun
Demand independence
NO WAY-won't walk into that maze
NO WAY-watch the fire blaze
NO WAY-it's just so damn cliched
So what will we do?

Slave to your dick, out on the chase-what can you do?
Demand independence!
Sad slave to your body, a total disgrace
But it's not really you
"Don't want no restrictions, I want to be free"
But how could it be?
When all create is more misery
It's so plain to see

NO WAY-won't walk into that maze
NO WAY-watch the fire blaze
NO WAY-it's just so damn cliched
So what will we do?

Yeah, what are going to do?
Demand independence
We demand!
Been there, done that-what's the appeal?
We gain our freewill when we gain discipline
And learn to be real
"I was into it, yeah-but it
the rain

Don't think I was acting so hysterically 

But I didn't see a thing until it came

Met the dumb suburbos in the takeaway

Beating up the Chinee at the counter

I put a few inside me at the end of the day 

I took out my revenge on the revolution counter



CHORUS

Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage

Bits of me are scattered in the trees and on the hedges

Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage

And into a brand new car



In walks Bud with his exploding nose

He'd been givin' it maximum today

Shouted "How the devil you in trouble I suppose?

But all you ever do is run away."

Gunned up the motor into hyperdrive

I didn't want to take any of that

Don't get bright ideas about suicide

Cos all I ever hear is zoom bang bang bang



CHORUS (var)

Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage

You'd think by now at least that half my brain would get the message

Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage

into a brand new car



(Shake it Mitch!) Instrumental verse



Well well nothing seem to happen that ain't happened before 

I see it all through flashes of depression

Drop my drink and hit some people running for the door

I gotta make some kind of impression

Cos when I'm disconnected from the driving wheel

I'm only half the man that I should be

Metal hitting metal is all I feel

But everything's as good as it possibly could be



REPEAT CHORUS (var) then repeat CHORUS one then Well, Well



Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage, 

Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage, 

Crawlin' from the wreckage, Crawlin' from the wreckage, 





VARIATIONS



The Mary's version on PISS and VINEGAR has it thus:

You'd think by now at least I'd have a brain or get the message





STATUS QUO VERSION



Crawling From The Wreckage

( G. Parker )



Got out really early from the factory

Driving like a nut in the rain

Don't think I was acting so hysterically

But I didn't see a thing until it came

Man the drunks were verbal in the takeaway

Beating up the chinese at the count
Sixteen Tons Lyrics

Some people say a man is made outta mud.
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood.
Muscle and blood, skin and bones;
A mind that's weak and a back that's strong. 

You load sixteen tons an' what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
St Peter don't you call me cause I  can't go:
I owe my soul to the company store. 

Well, I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine.
I picked up a shovel, Iwalked out to the mine.
I loaded sixteen tons of Number 9 coal,
An' the store boss said: "Well, bless my soul." 

You load sixteen tons an' what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
St Peter don't you call me cause I  can't go:
I owe my soul to the company store. 

Well, I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain.
Fightin' an' trouble are my middle name.
I was raised in the canebreak by an old mama lion,
Can't no high-toned woman makes me walk the line. 

You load sixteen tons an' what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
St Peter don't you call me cause I  can't go:
I owe my s
r



I put a few inside me

At the end of the day

I took out my revenge

On the revolution counter



Crawling from the wreckage

Crawling from the wreckage

You'd think by now at least that

Half my brain would get the message

Crawling from the wreckage

Crawling from the wreckage

Into a brand new car



In walks Bud with his exploding nose

He'd been giving it maximum today

He shouted how the devil

You in trouble I suppose

But all you ever do is run away

Turned up the motor into hyper-drive

I wasn't gonna take any of that

Don't get bright ideas about a suicide

'cause all I ever hear

Is zoom wam bam past me



Crawling from the wreckage

Crawling from the wreckage

You'd think by now at least that

Half my brain would get the message

Crawling from the wreckage

Crawling from the wreckage

Into a brand new car



Crawling, crawling, crawling from the wreckage

Crawling, crawling, crawling from the wreckage

Crawling, crawling, crawling from the wreckage



Crawling from the wreckage

Crawling from the wreckage

Bits of me are scattered

In the trees and in the hedges

Crawling from the wreckage

Crawling from the wreckage

Into a brand new car



Nothing seem to happen that ain't happened before

I see it all through flashes of depression

I dry up my drink and hear

People running for the door

God I make some kind of impression

'cause when I'm disconnected from the driving wheel

I'm only half the man I should be

But metal hitting metal isn't all I feel

And everything is good as

It possible could be



Crawling from the wreckage

Crawling from the wreckage

You'd think by now at least that

Half my brain would get the message

Crawling from the wreckage

Crawling from the wreckage

Into a brand new car



Crawling from the wreckage

Crawling from the wreckage

Bits of me are scattered

In the trees and in the hedges

Crawling from the wreckage

Crawling from the wreckage

Into a brand new car



Crawling from the wreckage

Crawling from the wreckage

Crawling, crawling

Crawling from the wreckage