I hear you talking a lot about making money
I hear you talking a lot about the things you've got
I never hear you say much at all about giving
I never hear you say much about anything much at all
I used to hear you talking a lot about one world
I used to hear you talk a lot about peace and love
I used to hear you talk about learning to live in harmony
I used to see you pushing flowers down the barrels of the soldiers' guns
Whatever happened to those songs about getting back to the garden?
Whatever happened to 'We shall overcome'?
Whatever happened to '1-2-3 what are we fighting for'?
When did you find yourself marching to the beat of the same old drum?
I used to hear you talk a lot about the coming revolution
I used to hear you quote the thoughts of Chairman Mao
I used to see you salute that poster of Che Guevara
I guess it wouldn't look too chic in the house you live in now
Maybe somewhere along the road you just stopped dreaming
Maybe the pain of life just squeezed the love out of your heart
Maybe the fire in your soul just stopped burning
Or maybe you just forgot ... maybe you just forgot
I hear you justify becoming all the things you once hated
By declaring what you used to be is just so out of date
The things you used to believe are naive and old-fashioned
It's so uncool to give a thought to anyone else these days
Whatever happened to those songs about getting back to the garden?
Whatever happened to 'We shall overcome'?
Whatever happened to '1-2-3 what are we fighting for'?
When did you find yourself marching to the beat of the same old drum?
Maybe somewhere along the road you just stopped dreaming
Maybe the pain of life just squeezed the love out of your heart
Maybe the fire in your soul just stopped burning
Or maybe you just forgot that you ever used to give a damn
I hear you talking a lot about the things you've got
I never hear you say much at all about giving
I never hear you say much about anything much at all
I used to hear you talking a lot about one world
I used to hear you talk a lot about peace and love
I used to hear you talk about learning to live in harmony
I used to see you pushing flowers down the barrels of the soldiers' guns
Whatever happened to those songs about getting back to the garden?
Whatever happened to 'We shall overcome'?
Whatever happened to '1-2-3 what are we fighting for'?
When did you find yourself marching to the beat of the same old drum?
I used to hear you talk a lot about the coming revolution
I used to hear you quote the thoughts of Chairman Mao
I used to see you salute that poster of Che Guevara
I guess it wouldn't look too chic in the house you live in now
Maybe somewhere along the road you just stopped dreaming
Maybe the pain of life just squeezed the love out of your heart
Maybe the fire in your soul just stopped burning
Or maybe you just forgot ... maybe you just forgot
I hear you justify becoming all the things you once hated
By declaring what you used to be is just so out of date
The things you used to believe are naive and old-fashioned
It's so uncool to give a thought to anyone else these days
Whatever happened to those songs about getting back to the garden?
Whatever happened to 'We shall overcome'?
Whatever happened to '1-2-3 what are we fighting for'?
When did you find yourself marching to the beat of the same old drum?
Maybe somewhere along the road you just stopped dreaming
Maybe the pain of life just squeezed the love out of your heart
Maybe the fire in your soul just stopped burning
Or maybe you just forgot that you ever used to give a damn
envoyé par Alessandro - 28/9/2009 - 22:15
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Album "Lucky For Some"
"I was having a conversation one night with someone who expressed their frustration with the fact that the generation which had kicked up hell at the time of Vietnam appeared to have little to say about the invasion of Iraq, the dismantling of the Health Service, the renewal of the Trident nuclear submarines, the erosion of civil liberties and habeus corpus, and the million and one other issues confronting us now. And I thought about just how many of my generation seemed to have gone to sleep round about 1979 and not woken up again yet." (Dick Gaughan)