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THEY DON’T REALLY CARE ABOUT US

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Freedom Fighters: Gandhi, Lincoln, MLK and JFK, Lennon and the latest victim of prison planet assassination, Michael Jackson. He told it like it is in the video below:  “All I want to say is they don’t really care about us“. We may be in prison, but we can always fight back and try to escape!  The visual images in this Michael Jackson video aren’t pretty…. but neither is the reality of living on a prison planet run by banksters and gangsters! Factually, “they” really don’t care about anything but Money, Power and Controlling You!

“They Don’t Care About Us” — Lyrics

Skin head, dead head

Everybody gone bad

Situation, aggravation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Bang bang, shot dead
Everybody’s gone mad!
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about usBeat me, hate me
You can never break me
Will me, thrill me
You can never kill me
Jew me, sue me
Everybody do me
Kick me, kike me
Don’t you black or white meAll I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about usTell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and two children who love me
I am the victim of police brutality, now
I’m tired of bein’ the victim of hate
You’re rapin’ me of my pride
Oh, for God’s sake
I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy…
Set me freeSkin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Trepidation, speculation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Black male, black mail
Throw your brother in jail

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

Tell me what has become of my rights
Am I invisible because you ignore me?
Your proclamation promised me free liberty, now
I’m tired of bein’ the victim of shame
They’re throwing me in a class with a bad name
I can’t believe this is the land from which I came
You know I really do hate to say it
The government don’t wanna see
But if Roosevelt was livin’
He wouldn’t let this be, no, no

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, speculation
Everybody litigation
Beat me, bash me
You can never trash me
Hit me, kick me
You can never get me

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

Some things in life they just don’t wanna see
But if Martin Luther was livin’
He wouldn’t let this be, no, no

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, segregation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Kick me, kike me
Don’t you wrong or right me

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

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TOM TIME

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Recently, I’ve become addicted to Tom Waits.  He’s the existential zen master of musical eloquence.

Well the smart money’s on Harlow and the moon is in the street
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And you’re east of East Saint Louis and the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause
And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon
His invisible fiancee’s in the mirror
And the band is going home, it’s raining hammers, it’s raining nails
And it’s true there’s nothing left for him down here

And it’s time time time, and it’s time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time

And they all pretend they’re orphans and their memory’s like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can’t remember tell the things you can’t forget
That history puts a saint in every dream

Well she said she’d stick around until the bandages came off
But these mama’s boys just don’t know when to quit
And Mathilda asks the sailors “Are those dreams or are those prayers?”
So close your eyes, son, and this won’t hurt a bit

Oh it’s time time time, and it’s time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time

Well things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street
And when they’re on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot
And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips
As the dish outside the window fills with rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
And pay the fiddler off ’til I come back again

Oh it’s time time time, and it’s time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time
And it’s time time time, and it’s time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time.

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COMFORTABLY NUMB

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The greatest concert ever staged, and the greatest guitar solo every played.

This is the summary statement of Western Civilization in the 21st Century: Comfortably Numb.

“Comfortably Numb” Lyrics

“Hello,
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on now
I hear you’re feeling down.
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I’ll need some information first,
Just the basic facts:
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship smoke on the horizon…
You are only coming through in waves…
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I’ve got that feeling once again.
I can’t explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.

O.K.
Just a little pin prick;
There’ll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick….
Can you stand up?
I do believe it’s working, good.
That’ll keep you going through the show.
Come on it’s time to go.

There is no pain you are receding;
A distant ship smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying.
When I was a child,
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
And I have become
Comfortably numb”

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WHERE DID THE TIME GO?

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Even though I’m a “Child of The 60’s” I never heard the magnificent voice until today.  Where does the time go, indeed?  The decades since then have passed in the blink of an eye.  The centuries that have passed since 1960 BCE may have well have been yesterday.  The past is present in the ‘eternal now’ of our soul and only a memory of away from our senses.

Sandy Denny (6 January 1947 – 21 April 1978), born Alexandra Elene Maclean Denny, was an English singer and songwriter, perhaps best known as the lead singer for the folk rock band Fairport Convention. She has been described by Allmusic‘s Richie Unterberger as “the pre-eminent British folk rock singer”.

After briefly working with British folk band the Strawbs, Denny joined Fairport Convention in 1968, remaining with that band until the end of 1969. She formed the short-lived band Fotheringay in 1970, releasing one album with them (another unreleased album would surface some three decades later), before focusing on a solo career. Between 1971 and 1977, Denny released four solo albums: The North Star Grassman and the Ravens, Sandy, Like an Old Fashioned Waltz, and Rendezvous. She is also noted as the only guest vocalist on a Led Zeppelin studio album, when she shared a duet with Robert Plant for “The Battle of Evermore” on Led Zeppelin IV (1971).

Music publications Sunday Express, Uncut and Mojo have each called Denny Britain’s finest female singer-songwriter. Her composition “Who Knows Where the Time Goes?” has been recorded by many artists as diverse as Judy Collins, Nina Simone and Cat Power.   Unfortunately, Sandy was afflicted by drug addiction and died in 1978 after falling down a flight of stairs.

Although Denny had a devoted cult following in her lifetime, she did not achieve the mass market success that she sought. In the years since her death, her reputation has grown. A four-album box set entitled Who Knows Where the Time Goes? (1985) was produced by her widower Trevor Lucas and Joe Boyd and included many rare and previously unreleased tracks.  (from Wikipedia.org)