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We got some things to do for sure



                                ( Something about how today

Is gonna become tomorrow )                            






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The storm clouds fill the sky        ( war song )

Little ***** children are making love

Hardly know how to stay alive

Hardly know what is going down

Don't even know how to find out

,,,,( ),,,,

little lost children playing house

In the middle of the poisoned field

)(

Going  here
Going there


Standing in the same dern place !

)(

Come on down - pal - come on out


//

The world is ours

Let's act that way

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.

the days are spinning beyond control

===

Gentle child !

)(

Still try not to hurt a soul !

( there are some things we've come to know )

•

About the purity of love

About the Mountain

About the Road

.::::.


The truth beckons from beyond any sense of pain

We will master ourselves

And be men again !

"""


Oh my brothers and sisters !

Let us rejoice

And bring all peoples together

Singing the one song with a mighty voice



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Gentle is

The sacred waters

Rolling down the hill

•

The drought is ending

Love

Once again is here

)(

Sadness  is ugly

Joy brings beauty to the world

)(

We can enter each other's lives again

)(


In the true manner of men

)(


Gods dwell here

The women folk are loveliness in human form

( we may enter each other's lives again

Because we now

Can be good )

:::

Wars shall end

They end when we declare that they are over

X

We are soul warriors

We have no fear

)(

I said that I would be here

I remember you saying

You'd be here too


And here we are

On the battlefield at dawn

We

The new light


The new sun


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Sweet

Sweet the lovely
Lady Strong

...

The child resting


In her arms

••

Oh won't you please

LOVE ME AGAIN

;;

I'm here to stay

I've looked the child in the eye

(;;;)


The song !

(Let it play free )

I would truly be a Man

(:; )

No

No more am I afraid

I would walk by your side

Sweet sweet lady

With the child in your arms

I too

Will protect the dream

That his tomorrow  brings

;:;

Here I am

Please

Won't you love me again (?)


Won't you love me again (?)


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The long long look

The side arm slung

Across the shoulder

So casually


The cause is death

The children play

In the shadows of their graves


And the mothers who only weep


•


We are the stranger over there

With the determined patriotic glare


Of righteous anger

And rightful greed

And crazy children everyone

.

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if YE step in something and then YE start smelling like ****
:::

YE probably stepped in some ****


•

Don't vote for a politician who smells like ****

( though then you might not get to vote at all )

)(

There's nothing wrong with not voting

It's not taking responsibility what matters

::

Americans have become ****** people

Violent ,  gross ,

**** !

****** people !

//

Don't step in yourself

)(

my mother was a street cleaner in the slums of London

my father was soldier for the Raj

•

My brother was a bounder and a thief

Me ?

I come to AMERICA !


)(

AMERICA !

Where people in reality

DON'T EVEN HAVE A GOVERNMENT

still

They hate it   !!!!

;;;;;;

Stupid ***** of AMERICA !!!

)(

( actually

Some are quite nice )

"""

In this  frozen hour where death dwells

Oh yeah baby I'm a counting on you !



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3 lynchings from the tree

You know , the one on 7th avenue

over in the good neighborhood

;;

clever ! A lighthouse !

Keep them sailors safe out there

Good for corporate profits you know

::


We came

We saw

We let die

•

Someone wrote I LOVE YOU in the sand

someone making love on the  rocks over there

2 little orphans holding hands