fools run the government sick foreign policy their words sound valiant but their hands are green unending quest for power taxes that make us slaves don
I've got her picture it's there on the wall I can't remember why I keep it at all The doors are cold and all the windows seem gray I write the book there
Let's go back to yesterday, when a phone call cost a dime. in New Orleans, just a nickel. Turn back the hands of time. Turn back the hands of time. Picture
Was it just a dream? Were you so confused? Was it just a giant leap of logic? Was it the time of year, that makes a state of fear? Methods were the motives
There?s a place in Ireland I Know well Were I spend so many happy times Were I ?d sit for hours by the lake side With my dads old fishing rod and line
Deje un adios sin luz, el dia en que me marche, fronteras de autobus, kilometros de fe, y una novia en el anden. Las calles que vieron mi infancia,
Good morning I see you There on the phone Good morning I see you Dead on the throne Like a dragonfly with stone wings, stone wings I sing I tell you
I vow to thee, my country All earthly things above Entire and whole and perfect The service of my love The love that asks no questions The love that
I can here the jackboots again Although I'm not in Nazi Germany And I'm not in Red China These are echos in my Home-Land They're every value un-American
I love my country, it's aim and intent I believe in the system as it is in print But I'm in love with you And determined to help amend it for you It
J'aime mon pays mais j'adore le tien Je fais mes valises et je pars demain La vie est un long chemin Tout droit ne sera pas le mien J'ai besoin de changement
I vow to thee my country, all earthly things above, Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love. The love that asks no question, the love that
Well, they say that I'm too country, the way I look and sound They wanna to make me over, just a little more uptown Say I need to change my image, now
Tell all the people who believe what they read in the press Tell all the folk who stare from behind suburban walls The enemy is not some nation far across
Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long; When proudly, my own Island Harp! I unbound thee
Weites Land und hoher Wald wohin ich auch sehe. Und dann und wann das Lied der Stadt im Häusermeer und die Menschen um mich die so reden wie ich
ho lavorato in ogni paese Ho difeso con fatica la mia dignita' Sono nato e sono morto in ogni paese E ho camminato in ogni strada del mondo che vedi Mio
Paese mio che stai sulla collina Disteso come un vecchio addormentato La noia l'abbandono il niente Son la tua malattia Paese mio ti lascio Io vado via