Kathryn’s Blog

Pointless, odd, ramblings

September 23rd, 2007

Illegal Attacks - Ian Brown feat. Sinead O’Connor

So what the fuck is this UK
Gunnin’ with this US of A
In Iraq and Iran and in Afghanistan

Does not a day go by
Without the Israeli Air Force
Fail to drop its bombs from the sky?

How many mothers to cry?
How many sons have to die?
How many missions left to fly over Palestine?
‘Cause as a matter of facts
It’s a pact, it’s an act
These are illegal attacks
So bring the soldiers back
These are illegal attacks
It’s contracts for contacts
I’m singing concrete facts
So bring the soldiers back

What mean that you beat my people
What mean that you beat my people
And grind the faces of the poor

So tell me just how come were the Taliban
Sat burning incense in Texas
Roaming round in a Lexus
Sittin’ on six billion oil drums
Down with the Dow Jones, up on the Nasdaq
Pushed into the war zones

It’s a commercial crusade
‘Cause all the oil men get paid
And only so many soldiers come home
It’s a commando crusade
A military charade
And only so many soldiers come home

Soldiers, soldiers come home
Soldiers come home

Through all the blood and sweat
Nobody can forget
It ain’t the size of the dog in the fight
It’s the size of the fight in the dog on the day or the night
There’s no time to reflect
On the threat, the situation, the bark nor the bite
These are commercial crusades
‘Cos all the oil men get paid
These are commando crusades
Commando tactical rape
And from the streets of New York and Baghdad to Tehran and Tel Aviv
Bring forth the prophets of the Lord
From dirty bastards fillin’ pockets
With the profits of greed

These are commercial crusades
Commando tactical raids
Playin’ military charades to get paid

And who got the devils?
And who got the Lords?
Build yourself a mountain – Drink up in the fountain
Soldiers come home
Soldiers come home
Soldiers come home
Soldiers come home

What mean ya that you beat my people
What mean ya that you beat my people
And grind the faces of the poor.

September 21st, 2007

How far we’ve come - Matchbox Twenty

I’m waking up at the start of the end of the world,
but its feeling just like every morning before,
now i wonder what my life is going to mean if it’s gone,
the cars are moving like a half a mile an hour and I
started staring at the passengers who’re waving goodbye
can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time?
but i believe the world is burning to the ground
oh well i guess we’re gonna find out


let’s see how far we’ve come
let’s see how far we’ve come
Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end
oh well, i guess, we’re gonna pretend,
let’s see how far we’ve come
let’s see how far we’ve come

i think it turned ten o’clock but i don’t really know
then i can’t remember caring for an hour or so
started crying and i couldn’t stop myself
i started running but there’s no where to run to
i sat down on the street and took a look at myself
said where you going man you know the world is headed for hell
say your goodbyes if you’ve got someone you can say goodbye to

i believe the world is burning to the ground
oh well i guess we’re gonna find out
let’s see how far we’ve come
let’s see how far we’ve come

Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end
oh well, i guess, we’re gonna pretend,
let’s see how far we’ve come
let’s see how far we’ve come

its gone gone baby its all gone
there is no one on the corner and there’s no one at home
it was cool cool, it was just all cool
now it’s over for me and it’s over for you
well its gone gone baby its all gone
there is no one on the corner and there’s no one at home
well it was cool cool, it was just all cool
now it’s over for me and it’s over for you

but i believe the world is burning to the ground
oh well i guess we’re gonna find out
let’s see how far we’ve come
let’s see how far we’ve come
Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end
oh well, i guess, we’re gonna pretend

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