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"Kill Your Sons"
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album _Sally Can't Dance_
(Lou Reed, 1974)

written by Lou Reed
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        All your two-bit psychiatrists
        are giving you electric shock
        they said they'd let you live at home with mom and dad
        instead of mental hospitals
        But every time you tried to read a book
        you couldn't get to page 17
        'cause you forgot where you were
        so you couldn't even read

        Don't you know they're gonna kill your sons
        don't you know gonna kill, kill your sons
        They're gonna kill, kill your sons
        until they run-run-run-run-run-run-run, run away

        Mom informed me on the phone
        she didn't know what to do about dad
        he took an axe and broke the table
        aren't you glad you're married
        And sister, she got married on the Island
        and her husband takes the train
        he's big and he's fat
        and he doesn't even have a brain

        They're gonna kill your sons
        don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons
        Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons
        until they run away

        Creedmore treated me very good
        but Paine Whitney was even better
        and when I flipped out on PHC
        I was so sad, I didn't even get a letter
        All of the drugs that we took
        it really was lots of fun
        but when they shoot you up with thorazine on crystal smoke
        you choke like a son of a gun

        Don't you know they're gonna kill your sons
        don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons
        Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons
        until they run-run-run-run-run-run, run away



intro   .x}                            drums
        {G/D}{F/C}{G/D}{F/C}

        {G/D}{F/C}{G/D}{F/C}           (All your two-bit ...)
        {G/D}{F/C}{G/D}{F/C}           (But every time you ...)

chorus  {F}{C}{A#}{F}                  (- kill your sons, don't ...)
        {C}{G}{D#.D/C.A#}{G#.G/F.A#}   (- kill, kill your sons ...)

guitar  {G/D}{F/C}                     (- away)

        {G/D}{F/C}{G/D}{F/C}           (Mom informed me on the ...)
        {G/D}{F/C}{G/D}{F/C}           (And sister, she got ...)

chorus  {F}{C}{A#}{F}                  (They're gonna kill your ...)
        {C}{G}{D#.D/C.A#}{G#.G/F.A#}   (- kill, kill your sons ...)

guitar  {G/D}{F/C}{G/D}{F/C}           (- away)

        {G/D}{F/C}{G/D}{F/C}           (Creedmore treated me ...)
        {G/D}{F/C}{G/D}{F/C}           (All of the drugs that ...)

chorus  {F}{C}{A#}{F}                  (- kill your sons ...)
        {C}{G}{D#.D/C.A#}{G#.G/F.A#}   (- kill, kill your sons ...)

coda    {G}{G}{G}{G}                   (- away)
        {G}{G}{G}{G}
        {G}{G}{G}{G}
        ... repeat and fade out




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* chords for down-tuning



* all the strings downtuned a whole-tone

 1d ----- * downtuned a whole-tone (from e to d)
 2A ----- * downtuned a whole-tone (from B to A)
 3F ----- * downtuned a whole-tone (from G to F)
 4C ----- * downtuned a whole-tone (from D to C)
 5G ----- * downtuned a whole-tone (from A to G)
 6D ----- * downtuned a whole-tone (from E to D)



intro   .x}                         drums
        {A/E}{G/D}{A/E}{G/D}

        {A/E}{G/D}{A/E}{G/D}        (All your two-bit ...)
        {A/E}{G/D}{A/E}{G/D}        (But every time you tried ...)

chorus  {G}{D}{C}{G}                (- kill your sons, don't ...)
        {D}{A}{F.E/D.C}{A#.A/G.C}   (- kill, kill your sons ...)

guitar  {A/E}{G/D}                  (- away)

        {A/E}{G/D}{A/E}{G/D}        (Mom informed me on the ...)
        {A/E}{G/D}{A/E}{G/D}        (And sister, she got ...)

chorus  {G}{D}{C}{G}                (They're gonna kill your ...)
        {D}{A}{F.E/D.C}{A#.A/G.C}   (- kill, kill your sons ...)

guitar  {A/E}{G/D}{A/E}{G/D}        (- away)

        {A/E}{G/D}{A/E}{G/D}        (Creedmore treated me ...)
        {A/E}{G/D}{A/E}{G/D}        (All of the drugs that ...)

chorus  {G}{D}{C}{G}                (- kill your sons ...)
        {D}{A}{F.E/D.C}{A#.A/G.C}   (- kill, kill your sons ...)

coda    {A}{A}{A}{A}                (- away)
        {A}{A}{A}{A}
        {A}{A}{A}{A}
        ... repeat and fade out







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"Kill Your Sons"
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album _Live In Italy_
(Lou Reed, 1984)

Sep 07 (or 10), 1983
Verona (or Rome), Italy
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        All your two-bit psychiatrists
        are giving you electric shock
        they said they'd let you live at home with mom and dad
        instead of in a hospital
        But every time you tried to read a book
        you couldn't get to page 17
        'cause you forgot where you were
        and you couldn't even read

        Don't you know you're gonna kill your sons
        don't you know you're gonna kill, kill your sons
        Don't you know you're gonna kill, kill your sons
        until they run-run-run-run-run-run, run away

        Mamma called me on the phone
        she don't know what to do about dad
        he took an axe and broke the table
        aren't you glad you're married
        And sister, she called me from on the Island
        and her husband takes the train
        she's big and she's fat
        and she doesn't even have a brain

        Don't you know you're gonna kill, kill your sons
        know you're gonna kill, kill your sons
        Don't you know you're gonna kill now, kill your sons
        until they run-run-run-run-run, oh run away

        Creedmore treated me really good
        and Paine Whitney was even better
        And when I flipped out, babe, on PHC
        I was so sad, I couldn't get a letter
        All of the drugs that we took
        it really was a lot of fun
        But when they shoot you up with thorazine on crystal smoke
        you choke like a son of a gun

        You're gonna kill your sons, sons, sons, sons
        you're gonna kill, kill, kill
        hey babe, kill your sons, sons, sons, sons
        Hey, you're gonna kill, oh, kill your sons now
        until they run-run-run-run, until they run away



count   {x}
intro   {A/E}{G/D}{A/E}{G/D}
        {A/E}{G/D}{A/E}{G/D}

        {A/E}{G/D}{A/E}{G/D}   (All your two-bit ...)
        {A/E}{G/D}{A/E}{G/D}   (But every time you tried ...)

chorus  {G}{D}{C}{G}           (- kill your sons, don't ...)
        {D}{A}{A#}{A#}         (- kill, kill your sons ...)

        {A/E}{G/D}{A/E}{G/D}   (- away)

        ....

chorus  {G}{D}{C}{G}           (- kill your sons, don't ...)
        {D}{A}{A#}{A#}         (- kill, kill your sons ...)

        {A}{A}                 (- away)

coda    {A}{A}{A}{A}           Lou's solo
        {A}{A}{A}{A}
        {A}{A}{A}{A}
        {A}{A}{A}{A}
        {A}{A}{A}{A}
        {A}{A}{A}{A}
        {A}{A}{A}{A}
        {A}{A}{A}{A}
        {A}{A}{A}{A}
        {A}{A}{A}{A}
        {A}{A}{A}{A}
        {A}{A}{A}{A}
        {A}{A}{A}{A}
        {A}{A}{A}{A...




* Robert Quine plays "drone" on coda
 (hit open-strings without left hand)

     {A}                {A}
 1e --0---0-0--0-0-0-0---0---0-0--0-0-0-0--
 2B --0---0-0--0-0-0-0---0---0-0--0-0-0-0--
 3G --0---0-0--0-0-0-0---0---0-0--0-0-0-0--   ...
 4D --0---0-0--0-0-0-0---0---0-0--0-0-0-0--
 5A --0---0-0--0-0-0-0---0---0-0--0-0-0-0--
 6E --0---0-0--0-0-0-0---0---0-0--0-0-0-0--







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"Kill Your Sons"
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demo
(Lou Reed, 1971)

* different lyrics

1971
NYC
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        All you drunken congressmen
        who getting out the vote
        by shipping out the youngest
        to war and taxpayer votes
        And filling up your jails with youth
        who will not drink or swill
        you've broken all our hearts
        but you know you cannot break our will

        Don't you know you gotta kill our sons
        you know you gotta kill our sons
        Don't you know you gotta kill our sons
        before they reclaim the land

        Politician seethes with rage
        he cannot find the words
        to express the hate he feels to all
        all of the boys and girls
        And big businesses has different ways
        to take care of the waste
        they send our sons off overseas
        blood's what they like to taste

        Don't you know you gotta kill your sons
        don't you know you gotta kill your sons
        Don't you know you gotta kill, kill, kill our sons
        before they reclaim our land

        Saturday the news is war
        and also Sunday, too
        and silver nights and dark fog days
        is war and war to you
        The president and his friends and wine
        seem to enjoy the things they do
        and those who aren't killed are thrown in jail
        then enjoy just what they do

        You know you gotta kill your sons
        you know you gotta, ooohhh, kill your sons
        Don't you know you gotta kill your sons
        before they reclaim the land

        Things aren't black and white you know
        I heard ........... say
        while drinking down his whiskey
        and eating his cardboard steak
        It's really like and what I heard
        I heard that president say
        kill the yellow funky swiftly, do it, do it ..... hands

        You know you gotta kill your sons
        you know you gotta kill your sons
        You know you gotta kill your sons
        before they reclaim the land



* all the strings downtuned a whole-tone

 1d ----- * downtuned a whole-tone (from e to d)
 2A ----- * downtuned a whole-tone (from B to A)
 3F ----- * downtuned a whole-tone (from G to F)
 4C ----- * downtuned a whole-tone (from D to C)
 5G ----- * downtuned a whole-tone (from A to G)
 6D ----- * downtuned a whole-tone (from E to D)



intro   {A/E}{G/D}

        {A/E}{G/D}{A/E}{G/D}   (All you drunken congressmen ...)
        {A/E}{G/D}{A/E}{G/D}   (- filling up your jails with ...)

chorus  {G}{D}{C}{G}           (- kill our sons ...)
        {D}{A}{F}{F}           (- kill our sons ...)
        {A}{A}                 (- the land)

        {A/E}{G/D}{A/E}{G/D}   (Politician seethes with rage ...)
        {A/E}{G/D}{A/E}{G/D}   (- big businesses has different ...)

chorus  {A.G/G}{D}{C}{G}       (- kill your sons ...)
        {D}{A}{F}{F}           (- gotta kill, kill, kill our ...)
        {A}{A}                 (- land)

        {A/E}{G/D}{A/E}{G/D}   (Saturday the news is war ...)
        {A/E}{G/D}{A/E}{G/D}   (- president and his friends and ...)

chorus  {G}{D}{C}{G}           (- kill your sons ...)
        {D}{A}{F}{F}           (- kill your sons ...)
        {A}{A}                 (- land)

        {A/E}{G/D}{A/E}{G/D}   (Things aren't black and white ...)
        {A/E}{G/D}{A/E}{G/D}   (- really like and what I heard ...)

chorus  {G}{D}{C}{G}           (- kill your sons ...)
        {D}{A}{F}{F}           (- kill your sons ...)
        {A}{A...               (- land)




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thanks: Einar Stenseng (einar@asker.online.no)
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here's my interpretation of what Lou's singing on the version of
"Kill your sons" found on "Live in Italy":


All you two-bit psychiatrists
Are giving you electroshock
They said they'd let you live at home with mom and dad
Instead of in a hospital
And every time you tried to read a book
You couldn't get to page seventeen
'Cause you forgot where you were
And you couldn't even read

Don't you know you're gonna
Kill your sons
Don't you know you're gonna kill,
Kill your sons
Don't you know you're gonna kill,
Kill your sons
Until they run, run, run, run, run, run
Run away

Momma called me on the phone
She don't know what to do about dad
He took an axe and he broke the table
Aren't you glad your married
And sister she called me from on the island
Her husbond takes the train
She's big and she's fat
And she doesn't even have a brain

Don't you know you're gonna kill,
Kill your sons
Oh, you're gonna kill,
Kill your sons
Don't you know you're gonna kill now,
Kill your sons
Until they run, run, run, run, run
Oh, run away

Creedmore treated me really good
And Paine Whitney was even better
And when I flipped out, babe, on PHC
I was so sad I couldn't get a letter
All of the drugs that we took
It really was a lot of fun
But when they shoot you up with thorizene on crystal smoke
Choke like a son of a gun

You're gonna
Kill your sons, sons, sons, sons
You're gonna kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill, hey kill your sons, sons, sons, sons, sons
Hey, you're gonna kill
Ooooh, kill your sons now
Until they run, run, run, run
Until they run away



Notice that Lou's singing that
his sister is big, fat and in loss of a brain
and not her husbond as in the original version.

In according to this he plays the song in A,
not G as the original version.

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transcribed by Shiroh KOUCHI (wildside@mx21.tiki.ne.jp)
http://ww21.tiki.ne.jp/~wildside/
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