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Barsnake (Barsnake)
le Duc
Username: Barsnake

Post Number: 174
Registered: 4-2002
Posted on Thursday, April 3, 2003 - 8:33 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

So...What d'ya think Paul was talking about? - Freedom?
and the beat goes on...
Ayatollah of Rock and er... Rollah! (Head_prosthesis)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Head_prosthesis

Post Number: 3272
Registered: 1-2001


Posted on Thursday, April 3, 2003 - 8:13 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Or the old fortune cookie trick...

change freedom to "in bed"
Oh wait! That'd be Johnny!
Ayatollah of Rock and er... Rollah! (Head_prosthesis)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Head_prosthesis

Post Number: 3271
Registered: 1-2001


Posted on Thursday, April 3, 2003 - 8:12 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Or maybe he's thinking he should change it to...

Paul McCartney - France


This is my right
A right given by Voltaire
To live a French life
To live in France

Talkin' about France
I'm talkin' 'bout France
I will fight
For the right
To live in France

Anyone tries to take it away
They'll have to answer
'Cause this is my right

I'm talkin' about France
Talkin' 'bout France
I will fight
For the right
To live in France

I'm talkin' 'bout France
I'm talkin' 'bout France
I will fight
For the right
To live in France

Everybody talkin' 'bout France
We're talkin' 'bout France
We will fight
For the right
To live in France

I'm talkin' 'bout France
Talkin' 'bout France
I will fight
For the right
To live in France

I'm talkin' 'bout France
I'm talkin' 'bout France
We will fight
For the right
To live in France
Ayatollah of Rock and er... Rollah! (Head_prosthesis)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Head_prosthesis

Post Number: 3270
Registered: 1-2001


Posted on Thursday, April 3, 2003 - 8:09 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

He Sings For Freedom Where Ever
There's Trouble...
G.I. PAUL IS THERE!!!


Paul McCartney - Freedom


This is my right
A right given by God
To live a free life
To live in freedom

Talkin' about freedom
I'm talkin' 'bout freedom
I will fight
For the right
To live in freedom

Anyone tries to take it away
They'll have to answer
'Cause this is my right

I'm talkin' about freedom
Talkin' 'bout freedom
I will fight
For the right
To live in freedom

I'm talkin' 'bout freedom
I'm talkin' 'bout freedom
I will fight
For the right
To live in freedom

Everybody talkin' 'bout freedom
We're talkin' 'bout freedom
We will fight
For the right
To live in freedom

I'm talkin' 'bout freedom
Talkin' 'bout freedom
I will fight
For the right
To live in freedom

I'm talkin' 'bout freedom
I'm talkin' 'bout freedom
We will fight
For the right
To live in freedom
Spoon Boy (Absinthespoon)
le Duc
Username: Absinthespoon

Post Number: 242
Registered: 7-2001


Posted on Friday, March 28, 2003 - 8:36 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Check out "We Want Peace" by Lenny Kravitz with Iraqi singer Kazem Al Saher. You can hear it here.http://www.rockthevote.org/
Spoon Boy (Absinthespoon)
le Duc
Username: Absinthespoon

Post Number: 241
Registered: 7-2001


Posted on Wednesday, March 26, 2003 - 8:12 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

"If You're Happy And You Know It Bomb Iraq"
by John Robbins
(Published on Monday, December 16, 2002 by CommonDreams.org)

If you cannot find Osama, bomb Iraq.
If the markets are a drama, bomb Iraq.
If the terrorists are Saudi,
And your alibi is shoddy,
And your tastes remain quite gaudy,
Bomb Iraq.

If you never were elected, bomb Iraq.
If your mood is quite dejected, bomb Iraq.
If you think that SUVs,
Are the best thing since sliced cheese,
And your father you must please,
Bomb Iraq.

If the globe is quickly warming, bomb Iraq.
If the poor will soon be storming, bomb Iraq.
We assert that might makes right,
Burning oil is a delight,
For the empire we will fight,
Bomb Iraq.

If we have no allies with us, bomb Iraq.
If we think that someone's dissed us, bomb Iraq.
So to hell with the inspections,
Let's look tough for the elections,
Close your mind and take directions,
Bomb Iraq.

If corporate fraud is growin', bomb Iraq.
If your ties to it are showin', bomb Iraq.
If your politics are sleazy,
And hiding that ain't easy,
And your manhood's getting queasy,
Bomb Iraq.

Fall in line and follow orders, bomb Iraq.
For our might now knows no borders, bomb Iraq.
Disagree? We'll call it treason,
It's the make war not love season,
Even if we have no reason,
Bomb Iraq.
Pataphysician (Pataphysician)
Elitist Bastard
Username: Pataphysician

Post Number: 506
Registered: 5-2001
Posted on Tuesday, March 25, 2003 - 8:25 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Everybody wants to know why he couldn't adjust
Adjust to what, a dream that bust?

He was a clean-cut kid
But they made a killer out of him,
That's what they did

They said what's up is down, they said what isn't is
They put ideas in his head he thought were his

He was a clean-cut kid
But they made a killer out of him,
That's what they did

He was on the baseball team, he was in the marching band
When he was ten years old he had a watermelon stand

He was a clean-cut kid
But they made a killer out of him,
That's what they did

He went to church on Sunday, he was a Boy Scout
For his friends he would turn his pockets inside out

He was a clean-cut kid
But they made a killer out of him,
That's what they did

They said, "Listen boy, you're just a pup"
They sent him to a napalm health spa to shape up

They gave him dope to smoke, drinks and pills,
A jeep to drive, blood to spill

They said "Congratulations, you got what it takes"
They sent him back into the rat race without any brakes

He was a clean-cut kid
But they made a killer out of him,
That's what they did

He bought the American dream but it put him in debt
The only game he could play was Russian roulette

He drank Coca-Cola, he was eating Wonder Bread,
Ate Burger Kings, he was well fed

He went to Hollywood to see Peter O'Toole
He stole a Rolls Royce and drove it in a swimming pool

They took a clean-cut kid
And they made a killer out of him,
That's what they did

He could've sold insurance, owned a restaurant or bar
Could've been an accountant or a tennis star

He was wearing boxing gloves, took a dive one day
Off the Golden Gate Bridge into China Bay

His mama walks the floor, his daddy weeps and moans
They gotta sleep together in a home they don't own

They took a clean-cut kid
And they made a killer out of him,
That's what they did

Well, everybody's asking why he couldn't adjust
All he ever wanted was somebody to trust

They took his head and turned it inside out
He never did know what it was all about

He had a steady job, he joined the choir
He never did plan to walk the high wire

They took a clean-cut kid
And they made a killer out of him,
That's what they did

- Bob Dylan
The (Celticgent)
le Vicomte
Username: Celticgent

Post Number: 53
Registered: 10-2002


Posted on Tuesday, March 25, 2003 - 6:46 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

'Twas down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
When armed line of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipes did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell
Rang out in the foggy dew.

Right proudly high over Dublin town
They hung out a flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through;
While Brittania's huns with their great big guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew.

O' the night fell black and the rifles' crack
Made "Perfidious Abion" reel
'Mid the leaden rail, seven tongues of flame
Did shine o'er the lines of steel.
By each shining blade a prayer was siad
That to Ireland her sons be true,
And when morning broke still the war flag shook
Out its fold in the foggy dew

'Twas England bade our wild geese go
That small nations might be free.
But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
On the fringe of the gray North Sea.
But had they died by Pearse's side
Or fought with Cathal Brugha,
Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep
'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew.

The bravest fell, and the solemn bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Watertide
In the springing of the year.
And the world did gaze with deep amaze
At those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew.

Ah, back through the glen I rode again
and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
whom I never shall see more.
But to and fro in my dreams I go and
I'd kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when
you fell in the foggy dew.

words and music by Father P. O'Neill
In the land of the blind the one-eyed man is king.
Julie (Msjekyll)
Paysan
Username: Msjekyll

Post Number: 1
Registered: 3-2002
Posted on Monday, March 24, 2003 - 9:53 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

The movie ran through me
The glamour subdue me
The tabloid untie me
I'm empty please fill me
Mister anchor assure me
That Baghdad is burning
Your voice it is so soothing
That cunning mantra of killing
I need you my witness
To dress this up so bloodless
To numb me and purge me now
Of thoughts of blaming you
Yes the car is our wheelchair
My witness your coughing
Oily silence mocks the legless
Ones who travel now in coffins
On the corner
The jury's sleepless
We found your weakness
And it's right outside our door
Now testify

Now testify
It's right outside our door
Now testify
Yes testify
It's right outside our door

With precision you feed me
My witness I'm hungry
Your temple it calms me
So I can carry on
My slaving sweating the skin right off my bones
On a bed of fire I'm choking on the smoke that fills my home
The wrecking ball rushing
Witness your blushing
The pipeline is gushing
While here we lie in tombs
While on the corner
The jury's sleepless
We found your weakness
And it's right outside your door
Now testify
Yeah testify
It's right outside our door
Now testify
Now testify
It's right outside our door

Mass graves for the pump and the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set

Who controls the past now controls the future
Who controls the present now controls the past
Who controls the past now controls the future
Who controls the present now?

Now testify
Testify
It's right outside our door
Now testify
Testify
It's right outside our door

--RATM

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