OT: The Music Thread: Part X
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I love Stills.
Would you knock a man down if you don't like the cut of his clothes?
Could you put a man away if you don't want to hear what he knows?
Well, it's happening right here, people dying of fear by the droves
And I know most of you either don't believe it's true
Or else you don't know what to do or maybe I'm singing about you
Who knows?
It's incredibly sick, you can feel it as across the land it flows
Prejudice is slick, when it's a word game it festers and grows
Move along quick, it furthers one to have somewhere to go
You can feel it as it's rumblin', let emotions keep a-tumblin'
Then as cities start to crumblin', mostly empty bellies grumblin'
Here we go
People see somebody different, fear is the first reaction shown
Then they think they've got him licked, the barbaric hunt begins
And they move in slow
A human spirit is devoured, the remains left to carrion crow
I was told that life is change and yet history remains
Does it always stay the same?
Do we shrug it off and say, "Only God knows"?
By and by, somebody usually goes
Down to the ghetto, try and help
But they don't know why folks treat them cold
And the rich keep getting richer
And the rest of us just keep getting old
You see, one must have a mission in order to be a good Christian
If you don't, you will be missing High Mass or the evening show
And the well fed masters reap the harvests
Of the polluted seeds they've sown
Smug and self-righteous, they bitch about people they own
And you can't prove them wrong
They're so God damn sure they know
I have seen these things with my very own eyes
And defended my battered soul, it must be too tough to die
American propaganda, South African lies
Will not force me to take up arms, that's my enemies' pride
And I won't fight by his rules, that's foolishness besides
His ignorance is gonna do him in and nobody's gonna cry
Because his children they are growing up
And plainly tired of putting up with bigots and their silver cups
They're fed up, they might throw up on you, alright
Would you knock a man down if you don't like the cut of his clothes?
Could you put a man away if you don't want to hear what he knows?
Well, it's happening right here, people dying of fear by the droves
And I know most of you either don't believe it's true
Or else you don't know what to do or maybe I'm singing about you
Who knows?
It's incredibly sick, you can feel it as across the land it flows
Prejudice is slick, when it's a word game it festers and grows
Move along quick, it furthers one to have somewhere to go
You can feel it as it's rumblin', let emotions keep a-tumblin'
Then as cities start to crumblin', mostly empty bellies grumblin'
Here we go
People see somebody different, fear is the first reaction shown
Then they think they've got him licked, the barbaric hunt begins
And they move in slow
A human spirit is devoured, the remains left to carrion crow
I was told that life is change and yet history remains
Does it always stay the same?
Do we shrug it off and say, "Only God knows"?
By and by, somebody usually goes
Down to the ghetto, try and help
But they don't know why folks treat them cold
And the rich keep getting richer
And the rest of us just keep getting old
You see, one must have a mission in order to be a good Christian
If you don't, you will be missing High Mass or the evening show
And the well fed masters reap the harvests
Of the polluted seeds they've sown
Smug and self-righteous, they bitch about people they own
And you can't prove them wrong
They're so God damn sure they know
I have seen these things with my very own eyes
And defended my battered soul, it must be too tough to die
American propaganda, South African lies
Will not force me to take up arms, that's my enemies' pride
And I won't fight by his rules, that's foolishness besides
His ignorance is gonna do him in and nobody's gonna cry
Because his children they are growing up
And plainly tired of putting up with bigots and their silver cups
They're fed up, they might throw up on you, alright
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I've been waiting for something to happen
For a week or a month or a year
With the blood in the ink of the headlines
And the sound of the crowd in my ear
You might ask what it takes to remember
When you know that you've seen it before
Where a government lies to a people
And a country is drifting to war
There's a shadow on the faces
Of the men who send the guns
To the wars that are fought in places
Where their business interest runs
On the radio talk shows and the TV
You hear one thing again and again
How the USA stands for freedom
And we come to the aid of a friend
But who are the ones that we call our friends?
These governments killing their own?
Or the people who finally can't take any more
And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone
And there are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
(There are) and there is blood on the wire
There's a shadow on the faces
Of the men who fan the flames
Of the wars that are fought in places
We can't even say the names
They sell us the President, the same way
They sell us our clothes and our cars
They sell us every thing, from youth to religion
The same time they sell us our wars
I want to know who the men in the shadows are
I want to hear somebody asking them why
They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
But they're never the ones to fight or to die
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I love Fortunate Son - one of my favourite videos of all time is this version:
I think Jackson Browne's Lives in the balance works for me
I had never heard that version! I love it!
Dennis Bonvie
Registered User
Folks, this thread isnt a work around for political stuff
So let it be.
So let it be.
Sheppy
Registered User
Sheppy
Registered User
I'll stand by the bar with ear plugs in, but I'd go with you.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't terrified of the swifties, though. They scare the shit out of me.
Her music isn't for me BUT I totally appreciate things she does for others.
I'm not totally into her music but I would enjoy the live performance
In fact I'm moving away from studio grade polished music in general and am enjoying what is referred to as "porch music" local music .
Still in my Thrice era. Can't get enough of them these days.
