Non sappiamo chi sia l'autore di questa canzone, forse il Marc che si firma in questa raccolta di "Rainbow Songs", le canzoni del movimento neo-hippie conosciuto come Rainbow Family. Rispetto ad altre canzoni semplicemente "peace and love"/"volemose bene" questa mi sembra più politica...
I come home from work, turn on the evening blues
You have to be a fool to miss it coming true
I ain't saying I see it all so clear
But it rattles my bones and rings in my ears.
Most of my friends have just gone on with their lives
That spark we felt in high school just hasn't survived
But there's a few I've met along the way
They give the strength to face another day
And there'll be wars and rumors of war
False prophets over the earth
Nation against nation, Father against son
We'll be strangers in the land of our birth
Now food don't grow in concrete, water flow from steel
You better grab your brother and tell him just how you feel
It's the beginning of the Sorrows, hearts are growing cold
Babylon is coming down, just like it was foretold
And there'll be wars and rumors of war
False prophets over the earth
Children having children having children having children...
Strangers in the land of their birth
As lightening strikes in the East and is seen in the West
There's people gathering in peace and preparing for the test
Earthquakes and famines on my T.V.
It's the last great days of the 20th Century
And there'll be wars and rumors of war
False prophets over the earth
Nation against nation, Father against son
We'll be strangers in the land of our birth...
Strangers in the land of our birth...
You have to be a fool to miss it coming true
I ain't saying I see it all so clear
But it rattles my bones and rings in my ears.
Most of my friends have just gone on with their lives
That spark we felt in high school just hasn't survived
But there's a few I've met along the way
They give the strength to face another day
And there'll be wars and rumors of war
False prophets over the earth
Nation against nation, Father against son
We'll be strangers in the land of our birth
Now food don't grow in concrete, water flow from steel
You better grab your brother and tell him just how you feel
It's the beginning of the Sorrows, hearts are growing cold
Babylon is coming down, just like it was foretold
And there'll be wars and rumors of war
False prophets over the earth
Children having children having children having children...
Strangers in the land of their birth
As lightening strikes in the East and is seen in the West
There's people gathering in peace and preparing for the test
Earthquakes and famines on my T.V.
It's the last great days of the 20th Century
And there'll be wars and rumors of war
False prophets over the earth
Nation against nation, Father against son
We'll be strangers in the land of our birth...
Strangers in the land of our birth...
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