How many roads must a man walk down,
before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove fly,
before she sleeps in the sand?
And how many times must a cannon ball fly,
before they're forever banned?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist,
before it is washed to the sea?
How many years can some people exist,
before they're allowed to be free?
And how many times can a man turn his head,
and pretend that he just doesn't see?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.

How many times must a man look up,
before he sees the sky?
And how many ears must one man have,
before he can hear people cry ?
And how many deaths will it take till we know,
that too many people have died?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.

Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago,
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley-folk below.

On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone,
And the valley-people swore
They'd have it for their very own.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure,
Tons of gold for which they'd kill.

Came an answer from the kingdom,
"With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain,
All the riches buried there."

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

Now the valley cried with anger,
"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"
And they killed the mountain-people,
So they won their just reward.

Now they stood beside the treasure,
On the mountain, dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked beneath it...
"Peace on Earth" was all it said.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

For this generation that are giving their all for so many.


That song has always brought tears to my eyes.
steve
Technology is great when it works,
and one big pain in the ass when it doesn't.
Detroit iron rules all the rest are just toys.

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"dam hippies"

quote Originally posted by maryjane: "dam hippies"

Although naive and shot sighted, there were some enduring truths; and these things affected all of us in our youth, one way or another.

quote Originally posted by FieroRumor:

Give credit where credit is due.. that's Bob Dylan's song. Here's another. May just be topical.




A HARD RAIN'S A GONNA FALL- Bob Dylan

Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
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
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall

And what did you hear, my blue eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a blazin'
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall

Oh, who did you meet, my blue eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a gonna fall

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a gonna fall

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Once upon a time a few years ago, I had my own FM classic rock show. I used to pick some treasure every Sunday night late, as the clock approached midnight. Once this was the song and my phone rang. We ended up talking till 3AM, 2 hours after my show was over. The girl was going to hurt herself. To this day I don't know if she did, but the song slowed her down.

Kathy's Song
I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls

And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies

My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're alseep
And kiss you when you start your day

And a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme

And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you

And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I

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quote And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard It's a hard rain's a gonna fall

(That would be a hard, radioactive acid rain.)

and it's one two three what are we fightin for?--don't ask me I don't give a dam.. next stop is vietnam...

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quote Originally posted by Wudman:

Thanks for that!
Have about 2,000 mp3s but that one slipped through the cracks.
And my sis who is also my very best friend, name is Kathy, shame on me.

I think I get the mood you guys are going for now.




Brad

quote Originally posted by Wudman: Kathy's Song And as I watch the drops of rain Weave their weary paths and die I know that I am like the rain There but for the grace of you go I

I normally stay out of O/T, but I'm glad I came today. This song centers me like no other. Here I sit at work on a Tuesday fighting back tears, with memories pouring in.

Thanks.

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Odd timing. I was just thinking about Billy Jack at work the other day. My wife had never seen this movie, and I was thinking about getting it from Net Flicks, and Tin Soldier stuck in my mind so I went around work all day singing it. There are a lot of people at work that could learn from that song. I also stumped a young guy at work yesterday with the Fixin' to Die Rag. He said he was a big fan of 60's music, but didn't get this one right.

quote Originally posted by fyrebird68: I normally stay out of O/T, but I'm glad I came today. This song centers me like no other. Here I sit at work on a Tuesday fighting back tears, with memories pouring in. Thanks.

Sometimes tears wash the crap out of the soul and the eyes. Have a great day.

I read the title of this thread and I thought of the radio-active leak in Japan blowing out to sea in the direction of the USA

Cheap Trick wasn't the only band that rocked the Budokan...

For the parrot heads, 1974:

Time to take this in a different direction before I barf.

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quote Originally posted by avengador1: Time to take this in a different direction before I barf.

What is that Techno? I could not sit through more than 4 seconds... talk about barf.. electronic music?

Sounds to me like someone spinning the dial on a shortwave receiver.

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Yep, its called gamma ray laced fall out. Lets hope it all drifts into the pacific and disperses to harmless levels.

quote Originally posted by dennis_6: Yep, its called gamma ray laced fall out.

Well i'm not uptight
Not unattracted
Turn me on tonight
'Cause i'm radioactive (radioactive)

Well there's not a fight
And i'm not your captive
Turn me loose tonight
'Cause i'm radioactive (radioactive)

I want to stay with you
I want to play with you, baby
I want to lay with you
And I want...you to know

Got to concentrate
Don't be distractive
Turn me on tonight
'Cause i'm radioactive (radioactive)

I want to stay with you
I don't want to play with you
I want just to lay with you
And I want...you to know

Got to concentrate
Don't be distractive
Turn me on tonight
I'm radioactive

Oh yeah, radioactive
Don't you stand...stand too close
You might catch it
Don't stand too close, baby
Radioactive
Oh yeah
Radio radio radio radioactive

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And they said one to another, "Behold, for here comes the dreamer. Come now, let us slay him and we shall see what then will become of his dreams." ~ Genesis 37: 19-20

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John Perry Barlow, former friend of Dick Cheney, wrote this song for him.

"Throwing Stones"

Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
Dizzy with eternity
Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea
Call it home for you and me
A peaceful place, or so it looks from space
A closer look reveals the human race
Full of hope, full of grace, is the human face
But afraid we may lay our home to waste

There's a fear down here we can't forget
Hasn't got a name just yet
Always awake, always around
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Now watch as the ball revolves and the night-time falls
And again the hunt begins and again the blood wind calls
By and by, again, the morning sun will rise
But the darkness never goes from some men's eyes
Well I know
It strolls the sidewalk and it rolls the streets
Staking turf, dividing up meat
Nightmare spook, piece of heat
It's you and me, you and me

Click flash blade in ghetto night
Rudy's looking for a fight
Rat cat alley, roll them bones
Need that cash to feed that Jones
And the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Commissars and pinstripe bosses roll the dice
Anyway they fall, guess who gets to pay the price?
Money green, or proletarian gray
Selling guns instead of food today
So the kids they dance and shake their bones
And the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Heartless powers try to tell us what to think
If the spirit's sleeping then the flesh is ink
History's page will be neatly carved in stone
The future's here, we are it, we are on our own
On our own, on our own, we are on our own

If the game is lost, then we're all the same
No one left to place or take the blame
We will leave this place an empty stone
Or that shining ball of blue we call our home

So the kids, they dance, they shake their bones
And the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Shipping powders back and forth
Singing black goes south and white comes north
And the whole world full of petty wars
Singing I got mine and you got yours
While the current fashions set the pace
Lose your step, fall out of grace
The radical, he rants in rage
Singing someone got to turn the page
And the rich man in his summer home
Singing just leave well enough alone
But his pants are down, his cover's blown
And the politicians throwing stones
So the kids, they dance, they shake their bones
'Cause it's all too clear we're on our own
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
It's dizzying, the possibilities

Ashes, ashes, all fall down

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