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About 40 yrs ago...

Started by Mugwump, February 23, 2015, 05:54:33 AM

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Mugwump

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Written By: Jesse Oris Farrow / From The Album: "What About Me"

Recorded: October 8, 1970 / Released: December, 1970
You poisoned my sweet water.
You cut down my green trees.
The food you fed my children
Was the cause of their disease.
My world is slowly fallin' down
And the air's not good to breathe.
And those of us who care enough,
We have to do something...

[Chorus:]
Oh... Oh What you gonna do about me?
Oh... Oh What you gonna do about me?
Your newspapers,
They just put you on.
They never tell you
The whole story.
They just put your
Young ideas down.
I was wonderin' could this be the end
Of your pride and glory?

[Chorus:]
I work in your factory.
I study in your schools.
I fill your penitentiaries.
And your military too!
And I feel the future trembling,
As the word is passed around.
"If you stand up for what you do believe,
Be prepared to be shot down. "

[Chorus:]
And I feel like a stranger
In the land where I was born
And I live like an outlaw.
And I'm always on the run...
And I'm always getting busted
And I got to take a stand...
I believe the revolution
Must be mighty close at hand...

[Chorus:]
I smoke marijuana
But I can't get behind your wars.
And most of what I do believe
Is against most of your laws
I'm a fugitive from injustice
But I'm goin' to be free.
'Cause your rules and regulations
They don't do the thing for me

[Chorus:]
And I feel like a stranger
In the land where I was born
And I live just like an outlaw.
And I'm always on the run.
And though you may be stronger now, my time will come around.
You keep adding to my numbers, and you shoot my people down.
Jon

?Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming ?Wow! What a Ride!? ~ Hunter S. Thompson

PaulineMi

Baby boomers' music yet baby boomers are getting blamed for the state we're in today.  :(  Worse yet it feels frighteningly like the world is on the brink of repeating an evil that existed 25-30 years prior to that tune being released. Will we ever learn from history.....? 

They say in the song that the revolution must be close at hand. I hear that being said now too. Boy, peace and love doesn't just rain down on us does it.
When you find people who not only tolerate your quirks but celebrate them with glad cries of "Me too!" be sure to cherish them. Because those weirdos are your tribe.  (Sweatpants & Coffee)

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Mugwump

Quote from: PaulineMi on February 23, 2015, 07:10:14 AM
Baby boomers' music yet baby boomers are getting blamed for the state we're in today.  :(  Worse yet it feels frighteningly like the world is on the brink of repeating an evil that existed 25-30 years prior to that tune being released. Will we ever learn from history.....? 

They say in the song that the revolution must be close at hand. I hear that being said now too. Boy, peace and love doesn't just rain down on us does it.

That's what brought this tune to mind this morn'n.....over 40 yrs ago....and we haven't got it right yet.....sad....I'm not a tree hugger...but I do believe in taking better care of what we have..(had ?)...

Jon

?Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming ?Wow! What a Ride!? ~ Hunter S. Thompson