Friday, November 23, 2012

It has been very warm


A just society

A just society is built on great and charitable institutions, education and it's fair administration of justice. Families, neighborhoods and communities where people hold themselves and each other accountable is what makes for a society that cares for all its members. That is what makes for a nation that is great.  The violent reaction by some Christians against any kind of government intervention to alleviate poverty and suffering speaks very loudly. We can serve but one master, God or money. The sheer outrage this topic produces in some people makes it rather clear which master is being served. Matthew 6:24 -“No one can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and money.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Day Song

Captain sailed the ship today
Old Love, she just sighed
Met his mother on the way
They stopped and cried

Cat on the sill
See the sad racehorse
Do as you will
I love you more than all

Old Love sailed the ship today
Captain he just sighed
Met her father on the way
They stopped and cried

Cat on the sill
See the sad racehorse
Do as you will
I love you more than all

Sing the song of sailin' away
Sing it from your heart
Sing the song of sailin' away
Even though we part




I am looking for male singer who recorded this and a want to hear it again.  I heard this in the late 70s and wish I could hear it again. If you know please write me?  The lyrics were sightly different in the version I knew it said "race horse " not rain fall.  Write me at :  corgijm@windstream.net

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Kate Bush sings Army Dreamers


Kate Bush Army Dreamers 


"b.f.p.o.*" 
Army dreamers. 
"mammy's hero." 
"b.f.p.o." 
"mammy's hero." 

Our little army boy 
Is coming home from b.f.p.o. 
I've a bunch of purple flowers 
To decorate a mammy's hero. 

Mourning in the aerodrome, 
The weather warmer, he is colder. 
Four men in uniform 
To carry home my little soldier. 

"what could he do? 
Should have been a rock star." 
But he didn't have the money for a guitar. 
"what could he do? 
Should have been a politician." 
But he never had a proper education. 
"what could he do? 
Should have been a father." 
But he never even made it to his twenties. 
What a waste -- 
Army dreamers. 
Ooh, what a waste of 
Army dreamers. 

Tears o'er a tin box. 
Oh, jesus christ, he wasn't to know, 
Like a chicken with a fox, 
He couldn't win the war with ego. 
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/k/kate+bush/army+dreamers_20077194.html ] 
Give the kid the pick of pips, 
And give him all your stripes and ribbons. 
Now he's sitting in his hole, 
He might as well have buttons and bows. 

"what could he do? 
Should have been a rock star." 
But he didn't have the money for a guitar. 
"what could he do? 
Should have been a politician." 
But he never had a proper education. 
"what could he do? 
Should have been a father." 
But he never even made it to his twenties. 
What a waste -- 
Army dreamers. 
Ooh, what a waste of 
Army dreamers. 
Ooh, what a waste of all that 
Army dreamers, 
Army dreamers, 
Army dreamers, oh... 

("b.f.p.o.") 
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum... 
Army dreamers. 
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum... 
("mammy's hero.") 
("b.f.p.o.") 
Army dreamers. 
("mammy's hero.") 
("b.f.p.o.") 
No harm heroes. 
("mammy's hero.") 
("b.f.p.o.") 
Army dreamers. 
("mammy's hero.") 
("b.f.p.o.") 
No harm heroes.

Universal Soldier



Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and not clothed - Dwight D. Eisenhower



Songwriter: Buffy Sainte Marie
Sung here by Donovan

He’s 5 foot 2 and he’s 6 feet 4
He fights with missiles and with spears
He’s all of 31 and he’s only 17.
He’s been a soldier for a thousand years

He’s a catholic, a Hindu, an atheist, a Jain
A Buddhist, and a Baptist and Jew.
And he knows he shouldn’t kill
And he knows he always will kill
You’ll for me my friend and me for you

And He’s fighting for Canada.
He’s fighting for France.
He’s fighting for the USA.
And he’s fighting for the Russians.
And he’s fighting for Japan
And he thinks we’ll put an end to war this way.

And He’s fighting for democracy,
He’s fighting for the reds
He says it’s for the peace of all.
He’s the one, who must decide,
who’s to live and who’s to die.
And he never sees the writing on the wall.

But without him,
how would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau?
Without him Caesar would have stood alone
He’s the one who gives his body
as a weapon of the war.
And without him all this killing can’t go on

He’s the universal soldier
And he really is the blame
His orders comes from
far away no more.

They come from him.
And you and me.
And brothers can’t you see.
This is not the way we put an end to war

Masters of War by Bob Dylan



Masters of War by Bob Dylan live at Brandeis University 1963.


"Masters Of War"

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks.

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly.

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain.

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion'
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud.

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins.

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do.

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul.

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead.

War - Edwin Starr



War by Edwin Starr


War, huh, yeah
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Uh-huh
War, huh, yeah
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again, y'all
War, huh, good God
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me
Ohhh, war, I despise
Because it means destruction
Of innocent lives
War means tears
To thousands of mothers eyes
When their sons go to fight
And lose their lives
I said, war, huh
Good God, y'all
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War, whoa, Lord
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me
War, it ain't nothing
But a heartbreaker
War, friend only to the undertaker
Ooooh, war
It's an enemy to all mankind
The point of war blows my mind
War has caused unrest
Within the younger generation
Induction then destruction
Who wants to die
Aaaaah, war-huh
Good God y'all
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it, say it, say it
War, huh
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me
War, huh, yeah
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Uh-huh
War, huh, yeah
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again y'all
War, huh, good God
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me
War, it ain't nothing but a heartbreaker
War, it's got one friend
That's the undertaker
Ooooh, war, has shattered
Many a young mans dreams
Made him disabled, bitter and mean
Life is much to short and precious
To spend fighting wars these days
War can't give life
It can only take it away
Ooooh, war, huh
Good God y'all
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War, whoa, Lord
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me
War, it ain't nothing but a heartbreaker
War, friend only to the undertaker
Peace, love and understanding
Tell me, is there no place for them today
They say we must fight to keep our freedom
But Lord knows there's got to be a better way
Ooooooh, war, huh
Good God y'all
What is it good for
You tell me
Say it, say it, say it, say it
War, huh
Good God y'all
What is it good for
Stand up and shout it
Nothing



Conscientious Objector


Conscientious Objector

I shall die, but
that is all that I shall do for Death.
I hear him leading his horse out of the stall;
I hear the clatter on the barn-floor.
He is in haste; he has business in Cuba,
business in the Balkans, many calls to make this morning.
But I will not hold the bridle
while he clinches the girth.
And he may mount by himself:
I will not give him a leg up.

Though he flick my shoulders with his whip,
I will not tell him which way the fox ran.
With his hoof on my breast, I will not tell him where
the black boy hides in the swamp.
I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death;
I am not on his pay-roll.

I will not tell him the whereabout of my friends
nor of my enemies either.
Though he promise me much,
I will not map him the route to any man's door.
Am I a spy in the land of the living,
that I should deliver men to Death?
Brother, the password and the plans of our city
are safe with me; never through me Shall you be overcome.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay 

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