…or those that resonate even more now
Crazy Horses by The Osmonds,was about pollution.
And Big Yellow Taxi by Joni Mitchel was also about pollution.
The Eastern world, it is explodin’
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’
You’re old enough to kill but not for votin’
You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’?
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin’
Although written far from our shores, it could apply just as easily anywhere.
L. A.'s fine the sun shines most the time
And the feelin’ is laid back
Palm trees grow and rents are low
But you know I keep thinkin’ 'bout
Making my way back
Well I’m New York City born and raised
But nowadays I’m lost between two shores
L. A.'s fine
But it ain’t home
New York’s home
But it ain’t mine no more
I am
I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all not
Even the chair
I am
I cried
I am said I
And I am lost and I can’t
Even say why
Leavin’ me lonely still
Did you ever read about a frog
Who dreamed of being a king
And then became one?
Well except for the names and a few other changes
If you talk about me
The story’s the same one
But I got an emptiness deep inside
And I’ve tried
But it won’t let me go
And I’m not a man who likes to swear
But I never cared for the sound of bein’ alone
The Cranberries - Zombie
It’s the same old theme, since 1916
In your head, in your head they’re still fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs, and their bombs, and their guns…
Ooo I love those two Alice!!!
Great to see so many other tracks being posted too - some of them I’ve never heard before!
This cuts into my heart, it’s SO very apt for today’s growing children
Daddy, daddy, come and look, see what I have found
A little ways away from here, while digging in the ground
Come away Melinda, come in and close the door
It’s nothing, just a picture book, they had before the war
Daddy, daddy come and see, daddy, come and look
Where there’s four or five little Melinda girls
Inside my picture book
Come away Melinda, come in and close the door
There were lots of little girls like you
Before they had the war
Oh daddy, daddy come and see, daddy hurry do!
While there’s someone in a pretty dress
She’s all grown up like you, won’t you tell me why
Come away Melinda, come in and close the door
That someone is your mummy, you had before the war
Daddy, daddy tell me if you can
Why can’t things be the way they were, before the war began
Come away Melinda, come in and close the door
The answer lies in yesterday, before they had the war
Did you hear ‘em talkin’ 'bout it on the radio?
Did you try to read the writing on the wall?
Did that voice inside you say, “I’ve heard it all before”?
It’s like déjà vu all over again
Day by day I hear the voices rising
Started with a whisper like it did before
Day by day we count the dead and dying
Ship those bodies home while the networks all keep score
Did you hear ‘em talkin’ 'bout it on the radio?
Could your eyes believe the writing on the wall?
Did that voice inside you say, “I’ve heard it all before”?
It’s like déjà vu all over again
One by one I see the old ghosts rising
Stumblin’ 'cross Big Muddy
Where the light gets dim
Day after day another Mamma’s crying
She’s lost her precious child
To a war that has no end
Did you hear ‘em talkin’ 'bout it on the radio?
Did you stop to read the writing at the wall?
Did that voice inside you say
“I’ve seen this all before”?
It’s like déjà vu all over again
It’s like déjà vu all over again
Nice one LD…if you know what I mean, very sad!
I’m referring to Uriah Heep