America

American Pie

My Favorite Song

 

A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music
Used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn’t take one more step
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
And them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die”
Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now, do you believe in rock ‘n’ roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you’re in love with him
‘Cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage bronckin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin’, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die”
Now, for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone
But that’s not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
A quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singin’, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die”
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now, the halftime air was sweet perfume
While sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
‘Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singin’, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die”
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So, come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
‘Cause fire is the Devil’s only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singin’, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die”
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singin’, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
And them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die”
They were singin’, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die”
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Don Mclean
American Pie, Pt. 1 lyrics © Songs
America

Morrison/ Visionary

 

The World's Greatest Daredevil

 

Yeah, c’mon

Yeah!

When the music’s over
When the music’s over, yeah
When the music’s over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Yeah

When the music’s over
When the music’s over
When the music’s over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights

For the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end

Cancel my subscription to the resurrection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
I got some friends inside
The face in the mirror won’t stop
The girl in the window won’t drop
A feast of friends, alive she cried
Waitin’ for me
Outside

Before I sink
Into the big sleep
I want to hear
I want to hear
The scream of the butterfly

Come back, baby, back into my arm
We’re gettin’ tired of hangin’ around
Waitin’ around with our heads to the ground
I hear a very gentle sound
Very near yet very far
Very soft, yeah, very clear
Come today, come today
What have they done to the earth, yeah?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn and
Tied her with fences and dragged her down
I hear a very gentle sound
With your ear down to the ground
We want the world and we want it (we want the world and we want it!)
Now
Now?
Now!

Persian night, babe
See the light, babe
Save us
Jesus
Save us!

So when the music’s over
When the music’s over, yeah
When the music’s over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights

Well the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the endWriter/s: Jim Morrison, John Paul Densmore, Raymond D Manzarek, Robert A Krieger
Publisher: Doors Music Company
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

America, Life

Second Amendment

 

 

A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed. The Words speak for themselves. The Militia isn’t a Band of Gypsies from all over the Country on the Brink of Unhingedness. And the Country isn’t Invaded and Infiltrated by a Bunch of Terrorists who have Circumnavigated all our Protectors. A Militia who Marched on our Nation’s Capital, with the Intention of Intimidating Law Enforcement are nothing short of being the Terrorists that the Second Amendment granted the Right to bear Arms against.

Definition of Domestic Terrorism ( Violent, criminal acts committed by individuals and/or groups to further ideological goals stemming from domestic influences, such as those of a political, religious, social, racial, or environmental nature). Guess what, Terrorism is the new norm in America, how do I Know that. One Day after the Raid on the Capital, I was a Victim.

Half a Mile from my House on my way to work, in a Thirty Five M.P.H. Zone a car was riding my Bumper. Traffic coming to a halt, I positioned my car half in the passing Lane while the other half remains in my Lane. The Idiot tried to squeeze through the lane that came to a stop. I re-entered my Lane. The car moved around me then came parallel, the back Window dropped. The passenger in the backseat pointed an Uzi at me. As a result of the Second Amendment allowing every Psychopath to own an Automatic Weapon, I no longer feel safe in America.

When the Window rolled down and I was starring in the Eyes of the young Black terrorist pointing a Weapon only used by Navy Seals and Terrorists, I felt just like the Lawmakers hiding under thei’r Desks. Totally vulnerable and violated. Those were White Terrorists, they were no different than the young Black Terrorist, they are one and the same. Like the Man said this is not my Beautiful House, this is not my Beautiful Car, this is not my Beautiful America. I felt like this was 1972 Driving through Lebanon or Tel Aviv.

Back then I was only Eighteen but I knew that something was Desperately wrong with People Driving Fear in the Hearts of Defenceless People. I think it’s Time to re-think my stances on Gun Ownership. If this is the new Norm in America, ” When in Rome do as the Romans do”. I never again want to feel the Helplessness that engulfed me starring down that short and deadly Stock of that Uzi. The Terrorists are Armed to the Max and I would be doing myself a great disservice of not being able to defend myself if the need become a reality. A Man whose Children are afraid of him from the Beatings that they have recided from him is a Terrorist. The Man who hoisted his Woman over his Head to Bodyslam her to the hard Marble Floor in the Courthouse, in front of me, is a Terrorist.

We are surrounded by People whose only goal in Life is Intimidation by way of Violence. I remember 1972 Reading about Women and Children being Blown up on a Bus by someone wearing a Bomb. I Thought to myself at that Time that Terrorists were Cowards, afraid of facing someone else who were equally armed and not afraid to Die.

Instead they would attack defenceless People. I remember discussing all the Terrorist attacks in the Middle East with my Friends at Eighteen and telling them that One Day we will be in the same Predicament in this Country. 2011 I sat in a Lunchroom in Pennsylvania watching on Television, the World Trade Towers crumbling to the Ground. In One of the Buildings were 900 of my former Coworkers at Solomon Brothers Inc. I have been living in Fear for a long Time. Back then in the Seventies one of my big fear was the Stupid Cold War between Russia. I was always Befuddled that So called Civilized Nation’s entertained the notion of dropping Nuclear Bombs on innocent Civilians. Did I mention Phi Beta Idiots. Terrorists comes in an Alphabetical Arayment of Descriptions. Hence what we are Experiencing Today is the Birth of the American Terrorist. It has been in the works for 300 years and have been Sanctioned accepted and Legitimatized by the same Silence that the German People Humored Adolf Hitler with. The Atmosphere is Ripe we are Experiencing a Breakdown in Democracy, the same way Germany did in 1943. This is your wakeup call America. Big Brother we need for you to step up to the Plate and Protect us against our Neighbors.

 

 

America, Life

In 1927, Donald Trump’s father was arrested after a Klan riot in Queens – The Washington Post

 

 

93 years in the make, January 6th has been in the make since 1927. I have said it before and I will say it again ” Your Kids are watching”

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/the-fix/wp/2016/02/28/in-1927-donald-trumps-father-was-arrested-after-a-klan-riot-in-queens/

America, Life, Motivation

Shared Article from AOL: Arnold Schwarzenegger invokes Nazi terror in powerful video on Capitol riot

 

 

This is what he stands for he is by no way an American, nor his Followers.

 

 

 

Does anyone else noticed that they are all Hillbillies?

 

 

These are not Patriots, they are Terrorists!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

https://www.aol.com/entertainment/schwarzenegger-invokes-nazi-germany-powerful-155259295-184743541.html