Glitter

Glitter

Here's a shout-out to all the agents provocateur.

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I've been waiting for something to happen
For a week or a month or a year
With the blood in the ink of the headlines
And the sound of the crowd in my ear
You might ask what it takes to remember
When you know that you've seen it before
Where a government lies to a people
And a country is drifting to war

And there's a shadow on the faces
Of the men who send the guns
To the wars that are fought in places
Where their business interest runs

On the radio talk shows and the T.V.
You hear one thing again and again
How the U.S.A. stands for freedom
And we come to the aid of a friend
But who are the ones that we call our friends
These governments killing their own?
Or the people who finally can't take any more
And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone
There are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire

There's a shadow on the faces
Of the men who fan the flames
Of the wars that are fought in places
Where we can't even say the names

They sell us the President the same way
They sell us our clothes and our cars
They sell us every thing from youth to religion
The same time they sell us our wars
I want to know who the men in the shadows are
I want to hear somebody asking them why
They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
But they're never the ones to fight or to die
And there are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire

100% Perfect - while sipping my Elderflower G&T -
Thanks Sig Forum

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Originally posted by RGRacing:
100% Perfect - while sipping my Elderflower G&T -
Thanks Sig Forum

Now that my friend is a perfect combination indeed!

And yes Para, thanks for posting that.

Apropos. I'm a fix-it guy frustrated that there seems to be no painless remedy.

Funny how the poet/lyricists are always just a bit ahead of the wave. Great music.

I hope this is relevant. It's been relevant to me since 1987.



You never said it was a bed of roses
But you never said it was a bed of nails
You never told me 'bout the rubber hoses
Or how unsteady were the justice scales

I need the wild truth

On the street there are a billion people
They got no love, they got no hope
They got no youth, they got no beauty
They're looking backwards through a telescope

They need the wild truth

Whatever happened to the man walking down the street
With his hands in his pockets whistling a tune?
Science fiction and nostalgia have become the same thing

I don't know how to make any choices anymore I mean
Who do I vote for?
I get the feeling that as soon as Something appears in the paper it ceases to be true

I have to meet the man who can crack this world of justice
Like a safe. Someone with the courage to allow room for
Good things to run wild


Into the wild truth

We don't need no voodoo stories
From no magic president
Who tries to make a dream a fait accompli
By using phantoms for his evidence

We need the wild truth

I tell a hundred thousand lies that twist me
Into the noise where I hide my sin
My shame and scandal pull me down and kiss me
I can't live a life that might have been

I need the wild truth

Are we supposed to take all this greed and fear and hatred
Seriously? It's like watching dust settle it never changes
It's too consistent

Mercy is not consistent it's like the wind
It goes where it will. Mercy is comic, and it's the only
Thing worth taking seriously

I need the wild truth