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Sept. 22, 2004 Hey there, this is bad daddy the voice inside your head; put on the phones and turn up the music. You’ve played air guitar to the riffs that twist and you’ve banged the dashboard like you were poundin’ the skins. Your mouth silently screams the lyrics to what the oldsters call devilish noise. So put on your headphones and crank up the sound and take a listen to the music from when you were young and remember the days when you were the arrogant, protesting teenager. Hot summer days with The Doors calling the tune and Janis Joplin being the beginner of ‘Blue eyed Soul. Think about them that led you through what must have been the most disturbed youth of all time, put on your headphones and take a blast from the past and let the curmudgeons do what they will…they all loved Nixon anyway. Because even though your fifty or better or forty going on something pushing sixty or better, recall it all; the hot summer days of protest and song when they asked “Are you experienced?” This ain’t no memory lane this is still what you are. Tune out the garbage and tune in the tunes; here’s a few to get you started. Can you name ‘em while you listen? Spent the last year Rocky Mountain Way Couldn't get much higher Out to pasture Think it's safe to say Time to open fire And we don't need the ladies Crying 'cuz the story’s sad 'Cuz the Rocky Mountain Way Is better than the way we had Well he's tellin' us this And he's tellin' us that Changes it every day Say's it doesn't matter Bases are loaded and Casey's at bat Playin' it play by play Time to change the batter And we don't need the ladies Crying 'cuz the story’s sad, uh huh Rocky Mountain Way Is better than the way we had Hey, hey, hey, hey Words and music by Joe Walsh “There must be some way out of here", said the joker to the thief "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief Businessmen they drink my wine, plowman dig my earth, None of them along the line know what any of it is worth" "No need to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke, "There are many here among us who think that life is but a joke But you and I, we've been through that, and that is not our fate, So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late" All along the watchtower, princes kept the view, while all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl, two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl by Bob Dylan Some folks are born made to wave the flag, Ooh, they're red, white and blue. And when the band plays "Hail to the chief", Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no, Yeah! Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, Lord, don't they help themselves, oh. But when the taxman comes to the door, Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no. Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord, And when you ask them, "How much should we give?" Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yeh, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one. It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no, by J. C. Fogarty Get Up, Stand Up, stand up for your right (3 times) Get Up, Stand Up, don't give up the fight Preacher man don't tell me heaven is under the earth I know you don't know what life is really worth Is not all that glitters in gold and Half the story has never been told So now you see the light, aay Stand up for your right. Come on Get Up, Stand Up, stand up for your right Get Up, Stand Up, don't give up the fight (Repeat) Most people think great God will come from the sky Take away ev'rything, and make ev'rybody feel high But if you know what life is worth You would look for yours on earth And now you see the light You stand up for your right, yeah! Get Up, Stand Up, stand up for your right Get Up, Stand Up, don't give up the fight Get Up, Stand Up. Life is your right So we can't give up the fight Stand up for your right, Lord, Lord Get Up, Stand Up. Keep on struggling on Don't give up the fight We're sick and tired of your ism and skism game Die and go to heaven in Jesus' name, Lord We know when we understand Almighty God is a living man You can fool some people sometimes But you can't fool all the people all the time So now we see the light We gonna stand up for our right So you'd better get up, stand up, stand up for your right Get Up, Stand Up, don't give up the fight Get Up, Stand Up, stand up for your right Get Up, Stand Up, don't give up the fight by Bob Marley ------------ About the author: Mr. Durfee is a trouble maker. He has recently decided that no matter what the end result of his research is that there is only one way to think about things and that way is your way. hhhhaahahahhaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaahhhaaaaa Email: mcd5255@hotmail.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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