I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
Bob Dylan - "A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall"
Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
Ooh, theyre red, white and blue.
And when the band plays hail to the chief,
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord,
John Fogerty - "Fortunate Son"
Love ain't what this song's about
It's about beer and whiskey and drinkin'
It's about playin the fool and actin without thinkin'
Roger Creager - "Love"
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
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