I've got to give it up for the universe. I woke up, though not very eager to get out of bed, and checked my phone to find this clip "recommended" for me.
My SoD, especially the last verse. The American in Me
Steeples of white, winds of change and fear Flag's on fire, something looming near From shore to shore, from sea to shining sea I am this land, maybe this land is me
Familiarity breeds contempt, My innocence, wondering where it went You must defend what you think is yours Sometimes I fight little dirty wars It's the American in me
Foxhole prayers, crucifixions burn You can endure, that don't mean you learn I'm not even sure what is being done Sometimes I wonder what will become Of the American in me Sometimes I look, I don't want to see It's the American in me
Old men in dining cars of all-night trains Looking out the windows at the small town names They dream of days gone by with eyes soaked in reverie And singing "My Country 'tis of Thee"
Sometimes I'm right and sometimes I'm wrong Sometimes I go where I don't belong What's liberty? The history books are stained Sometimes I'm proud, sometimes I'm so ashamed Of the American in me Don't mistake dissent for disloyalty It's the American in me It's the American in me It's the American in me It's the American in me
"On your mark now get set get back on your feet we ain't down yet but we're freedom fighters and don't you forget"
ReplyDeleteI take it as a good sign. And can we discuss Moogy's outfit?
ReplyDeleteThompson's Oops I Did It Again has always been a favorite. Such a hoot that he did it.
ReplyDeleteMy SoD, especially the last verse.
ReplyDeleteThe American in Me
Steeples of white, winds of change and fear
Flag's on fire, something looming near
From shore to shore, from sea to shining sea
I am this land, maybe this land is me
Familiarity breeds contempt,
My innocence, wondering where it went
You must defend what you think is yours
Sometimes I fight little dirty wars
It's the American in me
Foxhole prayers, crucifixions burn
You can endure, that don't mean you learn
I'm not even sure what is being done
Sometimes I wonder what will become
Of the American in me
Sometimes I look, I don't want to see
It's the American in me
Old men in dining cars of all-night trains
Looking out the windows at the small town names
They dream of days gone by with eyes soaked in reverie
And singing "My Country 'tis of Thee"
Sometimes I'm right and sometimes I'm wrong
Sometimes I go where I don't belong
What's liberty? The history books are stained
Sometimes I'm proud, sometimes I'm so ashamed
Of the American in me
Don't mistake dissent for disloyalty
It's the American in me
It's the American in me
It's the American in me
It's the American in me
Hey! That's pretty good! Moogy knew exactly what he was doing.
ReplyDeleteSubtle call for all the Freedom Fighters to wake up! There's gotta be another Braveheart out there
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