Sing it like you've never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war.
Hey, there, mister black man, can you hear me?
I don't want your diamonds or your game
I just want to be someone known to you as me
And I will bet my life you want the same.
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you’ve never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don’t want a war.
Seven hundred million are ya list'nin’?
Most of what you read is made of lies
But, speakin’ one to one ain't it everybody's sun
To wake to in the mornin’ when we rise?
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you’ve never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don’t want a war.
Brother Solzhenitsyn, are you busy?
If not, won't you drop this friend a line
Tell me if the man who is plowin' up your land
Has got the war machine upon his mind?
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you’ve never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don’t want a war.
Now, no doubt some folks enjoy doin' battle
Like presidents, prime ministers and kings
So, let's all build them shelves
Where they can fight among themselves
Leave the people be who love to sing.
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you’ve never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don’t want a war.
I say … let it fill the air …
Tellin’ people everywhere …
We, the people here, don't want a war.
The liner notes
- Written by: Bob Darin
- Produced by: Jerry Marcellino/Mel Larsen
- Arranged by: Quitman Dennis
- Orchestra conducted by: Quitman Dennis
- Recorded: February 6, 1971 – Live at the Desert Inn, Las Vegas, Nevada Released: 1987
- “What CD is this Darin song on?”
2 comments:
FuzzFlash sez...
Memo To The Imbecile:
Dear President Imbecile,
We The People feel it's best if you embed your filthy pre-emptive wars where your proctologist recently discovered polyps live(one, two, three, four, five). Whilst we would be aggrieved most deeply if you were to contract cancer of the colon, (heaven forbid a gentleman from your station in life suffer in the slightest), we neverless believe that you are a greedy, vainglorious, born-to-rule, frat-boy bully to wage war, as you have, upon ANYBODY who dwells between your PNAC handlers' hegemonic uber-lust, AND their god-given right to turn a mega-buck.
. We understand that you believe in your cowardly draft-dodger heart that all you ever wanted was for people to be free. That god’s gift of Democracy must be bestowed upon the universal heathen. Especially those who dwell near oil reserves, and that Baby Jesus, the Prince of Peace loves you rapturously, and is on your side. As you reassure us he is. You are Richard, Coeur-de-Lion, and Crusader Rabbit, you are Kennebunkport and Texas, you are, to speak plainy, Georgie boy, a cancer upon the constution of We The People. That is why you leave us no option but to excise you from the body politic. We call this procedure Impeachment.
Have A Swell Day, Mr. President,
Citizen Fuzz.
Great letter, Fuzz. It is a good point that the only small nations that get invaded --for their own good --are those nation's rich in oil reserves. Everyone else is on their own.
you leave us no option but to excise you from the body politic. We call this procedure Impeachment.
Or --if he refuses to go peacefully upon being impeached: REVOLUTION!
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