coloradodem2005
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Fri Nov-05-04 01:13 AM
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A couple more Black Sabbath songs for Bush. |
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Edited on Fri Nov-05-04 01:26 AM by coloradodem2004
This is for those of us out there who need to take back our country.
Children of the Grave
Revolution in their minds The children start to march Against the world in which they have to live And all the hate that's in their hearts They're tired of being pushed around And told just what to do They'll fight the world until they've won And love comes flowing through.
Children of tomorrow live in the tears that fall today Will the sunrise of tomorrow bringing peace in any way Must the world live in the shadow of atomic fear Can they win the fight for peace or will they disappear?
So you children of the world, listen to what I say If you want a better place to live in spread the word today Show the world that love is still alive you must be brave Or you children of today are children of the grave.
Masters of Reality, 1971
This is for the Bush administration and all of the minions
Lord of this World
You're searching for your mind don't know where to start can't find the key to fit the lock on your heart you think you know but you are never quite sure your soul is ill but you will not find a cure.
Your world was made for you by someone above but you choose evil ways instead of love. You made me master of the world where you exist the soul I took from you was not even missed.
Lord of this world Evil Possessor Lord of this world He's your confessor now!
You think you're innocent you've nothing to fear You don't know me, you say, but isn't it clear You turn to me in all your worldly greed and pride. But will you turn to me when it's your turn to die
Masters of Reality, 1971
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Fri Nov-05-04 01:38 AM
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1. I listened to "Who'll Stop the Rain" by Credence all day Wednesday |
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Long as I remember The rain been coming down. Clouds of myst'ry pouring Confusion on the ground. Good men through the ages, Trying to find the sun; And I wonder, Still I wonder, Who'll stop the rain.
I went down Virginia, Seeking shelter from the storm. Caught up in the fable, I watched the tower grow. Five year plans and new deals, Wrapped in golden chains. And I wonder, Still I wonder Who'll stop the rain.
Heard the singers playing, How we cheered for more. The crowd had rushed together, Trying to keep warm. Still the rain kept pouring, Falling on my ears. And I wonder, Still I wonder Who'll stop the rain.
It seemed to help.
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Fri Nov-05-04 01:58 AM
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2. Civil War - Guns n Roses |
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This one reminds me of Bush
What we've got here is failure to communicate. Some men you just can't reach... So, you get what we had here last week Which is the way he wants it! Well, he gets it! N' I don't like it any more than you men."*
Look at your young men fighting Look at your women crying Look at your young men dying The way they've always done before
Look at the hate we're breeding Look at the fear we're feeding Look at the lives we're leading The way we've always done before
My hands are tied The billions shift from side to side And the wars go on with brainwashed pride For the love of God and our human rights And all these things are swept aside By bloody hands time can't deny And are washed away by your genocide And history hides the lies of our civil wars
D'you wear a black armband When they shot the man Who said "Peace could last forever" And in my first memories They shot Kennedy An I went numb when I learned to see So I never fell for Vietnam We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all That you can't trust freedom when it's not in your hands When everybody's fightin' for their promised land
And I don't need your civil war It feeds the rich while it buries the poor Your power hungry sellin' soldiers In a human grocery store Ain't that fresh I don't need your civil war
Look at the shoes you're filling Look at the blood we're spilling Look at the world we're killing The way we've always done before Look in the doubt we've wallowed Look at the leaders we've followed Look at the lies we've swallowed And I don't want to hear no more
My hands are tied For all I've seen has changed my mind But still the wars go on as the years go by With no love of God or human rights 'Cause all these dreams are swept aside By bloody hands of the hypnotized Who carry the cross of homicide And history bears the scars of our civil wars
"We practice selective annihilation of mayors and government officials for example to create a vacuum Then we fill that vacuum as popular war advances. Peace is closer"**
I don't need your civil war It feeds the rich while it buries the poor Your power hungry sellin' soldiers In a human grocery store Ain't that fresh I don't need your civil war I don't need your civil war Your power hungry sellin' soldiers In a human grocery store Ain't that fresh I don't need your civil war I don't need one more war
I don't need one more war Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway
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Fri Nov-05-04 02:18 AM
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3. Roger Waters: The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range |
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You have a natural tendency To squeeze off a shot You're good fun at parties You wear the right masks You're old but you still Like a laugh in the locker room You can't abide change You're at home on the range You opened your suitcase Behind the old workings To show off the magnum You deafened the canyon A comfort of a friend Only upstaged in the end By the Uzi machine gun Does the recoil remind you Remind you of sex Old man what the hell you gonna kill next Old timer who you gonna kill next I looked over Jordan and what did I see Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris I swam in your pools And lay under your palm trees I looked in the eyes of the Indian Who lay on the Federal Building steps And through the range finder over the hill I saw the frontline boys popping their pills Sick of the mess they find On their desert stage And the bravery of being out of range Yeah the question is vexed Old man what the hell you gonna kill next Old timer who you gonna kill next Hey bartender over here Two more shots And two more beers Sir turn up the TV sound The war has started on the ground Just love those laser guided bombs They're really great For righting wrongs You hit the target And win the game From bars 3,000 miles away 3,000 miles away We play the game With the bravery of being out of range We zap and maim With the bravery of being out of range We strafe the train With the bravery of being out of range We gained terrain With the bravery of being out of range With the bravery of being out of range We play the game With the bravery of being out of range
Written for Daddy Bush... Like Father Like Son
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