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    Thu - October 28, 2004
    by Graham Nash
    from "So Far"
    1994 WEA 

    You- you out on the road
    must have a code that you can live by
    and so become yourself,
    because the past is just a goodbye

    Teach your children well
    Their father's hell did slowly go by
    And feed them on your dreams
    The one they picked; the one you'll know by.

    Don't you ever ask them why
    If they told you, you would cry
    Just look at them and sigh
    And know they love you.

    And you of the tender years
    [Can you hear it? Do you care now?]
    Can't know the fears that your elders grew by
    [Do you see they must be free too?]
    And so please help them with your youth
    [Teach your children you believe and]
    They seed the truth before they can die
    [make a world that we can live in]

    Teach your parents well
    Their children's hell will slowly go by
    And feed them on your dreams
    The one they picked; the one you'll know by

    Don't you ever ask them why
    If they told you you would cry
    So just look at them and sigh
    And know they love you. 

    Posted @ 02:59 PM | Posted in "Nash" | Leave
    Wed - October 27, 2004
    by Graham Nash
    from "Songs For Beginners"
    1971 Atlantic 

    So your brother's bound and gagged and they've chained him to a chair-
    Won't you please come to Chicago just to sing?
    In a land that's known as freedom how can such a thing be fair?
    Won't you please come to Chicago for the help that we can bring?

    We can change the world; rearrange the world; it's dying
    To get better.

    Politicians, sit yourself down: There's nothing for you here
    Won't you please come to Chicago for a ride?
    Don't ask Jack to help you, 'cause he'll turn the other ear
    Won't you please come to Chicago, or else join the other side

    We can change the world- yes we can change the world
    Rearrange the world- rearrange the world

    It's dying- if you believe in justice
    It's dying- and if you believe in freedom
    It's dying- let a man lead his own life;
    It's dying- rules and regulations: Who needs them?
    Oooh- Open up the door!

    Somehow people must be free I hope the day comes soon
    Won't you please come to Chicago; show your face!
    From the bottom of the ocean to the mountains of the moon
    Won't you please come to Chicago; no one else can take your place

    We can change the world- yes we can change the world
    Rearrange the world- rearrange the world

    It's dying- if you believe in justice
    It's dying- and if you believe in freedom
    It's dying- let a man lead his own life;
    It's dying- rules and regulations: Who needs them?
    Oooh- Open up the door!

    Oh okay-ai?... yeah (I don't believe it) haha!

    You can change the world
    You can change the world - you can change the world
    You can change the world - you can change the world, yes you can
    etc. (fade out) 

    Posted @ 11:53 AM | Posted in "Nash" | Leave
    Thu - October 28, 2004
    by Graham Nash
    from "Songs For Survivors"
    2002 Artemis Records 

    Greenwood Oklahoma June of '21
    Someone set the night on fire
    Lost a lot of people as the day begun
    Who lit the funeral pire?

    On an elevator in the heart of town
    Someone made somebody scream
    Black and white going up and down
    Who's gonna lose a dream?

    Dirty little secret

    Headlines printed in the daily news
    Awake the sleeping rage inside
    Disarm the people, keep them all confused
    Kill before they turn the tide

    Dirty little secret going 'round
    Whispering from ear to ear
    Burning down the very heart of town
    Nobody shed a tear

    Dirty little secret
    Dirty little secret

    Look up to the sky: The tears fall from the clouds
    But Greenwood, don't you cry: Just shout it right out loud:
    It's such a dirty little secret

    Cravings so much darker every day
    It's hard to rise above it all
    "Can't we get along?" I heard someone say
    Who's gonna make the call?

    'Cause all the walking wounded pay the price
    For living in the promised land
    Take care of your neighbor would be my advice
    'Cause nothing ever goes as planned.

    It’s Such a Dirty Little Secret,
    Dirty Little Secret, Dirty Little Secret
    Dirty Little Secret
    Whoo! 

    Posted @ 01:50 PM | Posted in "Nash" | Leave
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