Also, surprisingly there are lyrics buried in the song.

“The best thing about life is knowing you put it together.” — Pinprick

Buried too deep for me, I'm afraid. Where are they supposed to be ?

I read in one of the earlier posts that: 'the deepest tunes have no lyrics'.
It reminded me of a conversation I had with someone who didn't see the point of poetry.
Most of the songs he enjoyed were instrumental.
However, he remembered one with lyrics which moved him.
'Goodnight Saigon' - Billy Joel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qjzjhl-QztE

We met as soul mates
On Parris Island
We left as inmates
From an asylum
And we were sharp
As sharp as knives
And we were so gung ho
To lay down our lives

We came in spastic
Like tameless horses
We left in plastic
As numbered corpses
And we learned fast
To travel light
Our arms were heavy
But our bellies were tight

We had no home front
We had no soft soap
They sent us Playboy
They gave us Bob Hope
We dug in deep
And shot on sight
And prayed to Jesus Christ
With all of our might

We had no cameras
To shoot the landscape
We passed the hash pipe
And played our Doors tapes
And it was dark
So dark at night
And we held on to each other
Like brother to brother
We promised our mothers we'd write
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Yes we would all go down together

Remember Charlie
Remember Baker
They left their childhood
On every acre
And who was wrong?
And who was right?
It didn't matter in the thick of the fight

We held the day
In the palm
Of our hand
They ruled the night
And the night
Seemed to last as long as six weeks
On Parris Island

We held the coastline
They held the highlands
And they were sharp
As sharp as knives
They heard the hum of our motors
They counted the rotors
And waited for us to arrive
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Yes we would all go down together

Songwriters: Billy Joel
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch

What is that if not poetry ?
It's another way to connect...

'I'll Stand By You' - Chrissie Hynde ( live with orchestra )

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=yyb2RX0hii8

Oh, why you look so sad?
Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now
Don't be ashamed to cry
Let me see you through

'Cause I've seen the dark side too
When the night falls on you
You don't know what to do
Nothing you confess
Could make me love you less

I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you

So if you're mad, get mad
Don't hold it all inside
Come on and talk to me now
Hey, what you got to hide?
I get angry too

Well I'm a lot like you
When you're standing at the crossroads
And don't know which path to choose
Let me come along
'Cause even if you're wrong

I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you

And when
When the night falls on you, baby
You're feeling all alone
You won't be on your own

I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you

I'll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Thomas Kelly / Christine Hynde / Billy Steinberg

Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away

I know a man
He came from my home town
He wore his passion for his woman
Like a thorny crown
He said Delores
I live in fear
My love for you's so overpowering
I'm afraid that I will disappear

Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away

I know a woman
Became a wife
These are the very words she uses
To describe her life
She said a good day
Ain't got no rain
She said a bad day's when I lie in bed
And think of things that might have been

Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away

And I know a father
Who had a son
He longed to tell him all the reasons
For the things he'd done
He came a long way
Just to explain
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping
Then he turned around and headed home again

He's slip slidin'
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away

God only knows
God makes his plan
The information's unavailable
To the mortal man
We work our jobs
Collect our pay
Believe we're gliding down the highway
When in fact we're slip slidin' away

Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away

Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away

"Slip Slidin' Away" (4:43)
Greatest Hits, etc, 1977
Paul Simon

I heard that song a lifetime ago but never really listened to it until now.
So good.

:cool:

[ Olivier5 - hope this is OK and not too much off topic ? ] — Amity

No problem, death is a philosophical topic.

I have thought about it but haven"t found a good idea yet.

Thanks for Paul Simon's Slip Slidin' Away. Ain't that the truth.


One day my father came home with a new LP by this guy called Bob Dylan. This wouldn't happen often, so we all listened to it. There was this song in it which spoke to me, more than the others, and since the lyrics were in the LP, I tried to understand them, putting my very poor English to use.

It was a long story, like a novel, but it was not a novel.



Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out my God, they killed them all

Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously
I didn't do it, he says, and he throws up his hands
I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand
I saw them leavin', he says, and he stops
One of us had better call up the cops
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Paterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you want to draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!

Here's the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame
Remember that murder that happened in a bar
Remember you said you saw the getaway car
You think you'd like to play ball with the law
Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night
Don't forget that you are white

Arthur Dexter Bradley said I'm really not sure
The cops said a poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
You don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed

Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder one, guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell

That's the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

:cool: He's overrated (fuck that Nobel Prize) but "Hurricane" is cool.

overrated — 180 Proof

I don't know Dylan enough to comment. I mean, I did listen to other albums but never "clicked". Rolling Stone is a good text.

'If I Had a Hammer' - Peter, Paul and Mary (in 1963)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XxWTDcP9Y5E

I had no idea that this song was so controversial... until I read it this morning:

[The right-wing magazine] 'Counterattack' and the FBI succeeded in blacklisting the Weavers, but If I Had A Hammer was unconquerable. The song had a specific radical message in 1952; when Seeger suggested the Weavers perform it on bookings, one of them answered, "Oh no. We can't get away with anything like that."

"Why was it controversial?" Pete reflected. "In 1949 only 'Commies' used words like 'peace' and 'freedom'. ... The message was that we have got tools and that we are going to succeed. This is what a lot of spirituals say. We will overcome. I have a hammer. [...] No one could take these away." The Weavers never had the opportunity to make a hit of this - that honor fell to Peter, Paul and Mary - but they had the satisfaction of seeing that no edict and no committee could kill [the] song. (Dunaway, Seeger 157)

[1989:] It was becoming dangerous to be a performer if you were suspected of having left-wing views, and the following year Seeger and [Paul] Robeson faced their most dangerous concert of all. The venue was Peekskill, New York State, where on 4 September 1949 they both appeared at an outdoor show that turned into one of the most terrifying and violent events in the history of pop music.

http://mysongbook.de/msb/songs/i/ifihhamm.html

f I had a hammer I'd hammer in the morning
I'd hammer in the evening all over this land
I'd hammer out danger, I'd hammer out warning
I'd hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land

If I had a bell I'd ring it in the morning
I'd ring it in the evening all over this land
I'd ring our danger, I'd ring out warning
I'd ring out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land

If I had a song I'd sing it in the morning
I'd sing it in the evening all over this land
I'd sing out danger, I'd sing out warning
I'd sing out love between my sisters and my brothers
All over this land

When I've got a hammer, and I've got a bell
And I've got a song to sing all over this land
It's a hammer of justice, it's a bell of freedom
It's a song about love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land

(as sung by Peter Paul & Mary)

:up:

Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.

Old man look at my life,
Twenty four
and there's so much more
Live alone in a paradise
That makes me think of two.

Love lost, such a cost,
Give me things
that don't get lost.
Like a coin that won't get tossed
Rolling home to you.

Old man take a look at my life
I'm a lot like you
I need someone to love me
the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes
and you can tell that's true.

Lullabies, look in your eyes,
Run around the same old town.
Doesn't mean that much to me
To mean that much to you.

I've been first and last
Look at how the time goes past.
But I'm all alone at last.
Rolling home to you.

Old man take a look at my life
I'm a lot like you
I need someone to love me
the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes
and you can tell that's true.

Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.

"Old Man" (4:08)
Live At Massey Hall, 1971
Neil Young

NB: Only recently did I realize how this soulful, old song had seeped into my bones decades ago and then in years since would spark these speculations on my/our many-tensed selves ...

I'd become conditioned, I guess, to conceive of 'my self' in different tenses (i.e. a non-unitary past self – present self – future self simultaneously) ... — 180 Proof

Based on inherent vulnerability to consequent harms, how can a future self [FuS] be judged not to have standing on, or claim to, the moral concern (i.e. judgments and conduct) of its past self [PaS] which includes most proximately the present self [PrS]? In the same sense that a future self [FuS] is always at risk of e.g. lung cancer caused by its past self's [PaS]'s cigarette habit, a claim on the present self's [PrS]'s agency (especially when foreseeable) functions as a tradeoff - cautionary -  constraint on judgments (i.e. preferences, priorities ...) and conduct (i.e. practices, relationships ...) vis-à-vis health. Is concern for 'moral health', so to speak, really any different? — 180 Proof

We only need to consider that persons have (asymmetrically) 'temporal parts', so to speak, which are simultaneously anterior and posterior (except at both ends) much like the stages of development - infant, toddler, child, adolescent, young adult, middle age adult, elder adult - none of which are "the same person" only bearers of a shared continuity of memories, relationships and embodied perspective (vide Parfit ...) — 180 Proof

... and driven to ask – rather than "what is the good life?" or "what is the meaning of life?" – What kind of ancestor (past self of future selves) will you be? In what ways today are you striving to be a 'less harmful' past self to your future self/selves (i.e. future peoples)? which invokes the Great Law of the Iroquois 'seven generations' thinking... Thus, there really are no "others", just

You and the You next to You — Berlin church poster, c1980

That is such an amazing post. I love it :starstruck:

A profound song from an unusual perspective. Usually, it's from the old to the young, saying I'm a lot like you were. You too will get old !

There's a poem 'What do you see, Nurse ?' to a young nurse from an older patient. And the response from a nurse.
https://thenerdynurse.com/poetic-exchange-between-a-patient-and-nurse/

It starts with:

What do you see, nurse, what do you see?
What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with far away eyes.

Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice, “I do wish you’d try?”
Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe..

Later...
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I’m loving and living life over again...

Only recently did I realize how this soulful, old song had seeped into my bones decades ago and then in years since would spark these speculations on my/our many-tensed selves ... — 180 Proof

I too am coming to a later realisation of the meaning of songs.
It is beautiful to be able to do this...and share :sparkle:

Yeah. The poem reminds me of my mother who I remember in immaculate hospital white with her youthful figure, who is now a comfortable, still healthy, great-grandmother of 78 and retired nurse. Thanks. :flower:

If you search for tenderness
It isn't hard to find
You can have the love you need to live
But if you look for truthfulness
You might just as well be blind
It always seems to be so hard to give

Honesty is such a lonely word
Everyone is so untrue
Honesty is hardly ever heard
And mostly what I need from you

I can always find someone
To say they sympathize
If I wear my heart out on my sleeve
But I don't want some pretty face
To tell me pretty lies
All I want is someone to believe

Honesty etc.

I can find a lover
I can find a friend
I can have security until the bitter end
Anyone can comfort me
With promises again
I know, I know
When I'm deep inside of me
Don't be too concerned
I won't ask for nothin' while I'm gone
But when I want sincerity
Tell me where else can I turn
'Cause you're the one I depend upon

:up:

*

Joseph's face was black as night
The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked his days
Under African skies

This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain

In early memory
Mission music
Was ringing 'round my nursery door
I said take this child, Lord
From Tucson Arizona
Give her the wings to fly through harmony
And she won't bother you no more

This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain

Joseph's face was black as night
And the pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked the length of his days
Under African skies

"Under African Skies" (3:37)
Graceland, 1986
performed by Paul Simon (writer), with Linda Ronstadt

'Handle With Care' - The Traveling Wilburys

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1o4s1KVJaVA

https://genius.com/Traveling-wilburys-handle-with-care-lyrics

I'm pretty sure Nelson, Lefty & Charlie passed the audition. :clap:

Pretty sure :cool:

I hadn't a clue who you were talking about so I did my usual.
Found this:
https://www.udiscovermusic.com/stories/the-billion-dollar-quintet/

I just love the story of how the individual great talents came together to form the Traveling Wilburys.
Also, how they combined to create a song like 'Handle With Care'. There's even a wiki article on that !

I'm pretty sure Nelson, Lefty & Charlie passed the audition. :clap: — 180 Proof

They can play, as jazz cats used to say.

If we talk of Africa, we got to let the Africans talk, no?


Ahmadou, K'naan
The original East Coast-West Coast collaboration
Rock in

Oh! Mes amis, on ne choisit pas son destin
Les jours se ressemblent mais ne sont pas les mêmes
Les doigts de la main ne sont pas tous égaux
Dans ce monde, on est complémentaire

Now you can show me everything that you know
I wanna travel, let me into your curves

En Afrique, il y a la canicule
Il y a le soleil. Il y a la chaleur humaine
Il y a le soleil, la joie de vivre
Il y a le soleil, on est tous ensemble

I'm going up and down
Oh baby round and round

Africa! Africa! Africa!
Solidarité !
Africa! Africa! Africa!
C'est la joie de vivre

Tell them again
Here we go...

Il y a des pays où, c'est la neige
Il y a des pays, c'est la canicule
Il y a des pays où, c'est les tempêtes
Il y a des pays où, c'est des îles
Dans ce monde, on est complémentaire

It's just jealousy
Everything for you and me
You ready? Here we go.

I got my feet, I'm jumping high off the wall
I got my heart, I aint afraid of the fall
I got my duffel bag that daddy packed for me
I got my ear so I hear when you call
I don't need eyes just to see you look good
You always did, but they misunderstood

I'm goin' up and down
And baby round and round
I wanna touch you down the river below
And then I'll kiss you from your head to your toe
You take me so high up, and then you let me down

Africa! Africa! Africa!
Solidarité !
Africa! Africa! Africa!
C'est la joie de vivre

En Afrique, il n'y a pas que la guerre
En Afrique, il n'y a pas que la famine
En Afrique, il y a la solidarité
Il y a les parents, il y a aussi les frères
Il y a les soeurs, il y a aussi les cousins
Il y a les amis, il y a aussi la famille
La communauté, on est tous ensemble
En Afrique, il y a la joie de vivre

Africa! etc.

"... matter of fact, it's all dark."

And I am not frightened of dying
Any time will do,
I don't mind.
Why should I be frightened of dying?
There's no reason for it,
You've gotta go sometime.

I never said I was frightened of dying.

"The Great Gig in the Sky" (4:47)
The Dark Side of the Moon, 1973
performed by Pink Floyd, with Clare Torry
lyrics by Roger Waters

*

Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave, don't leave me
Look around, choose your own ground

Long you live and high you fly
Smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be

Run, rabbit, run
Dig that hole, forget the sun
When at last the work is done
Don't sit down, it's time to dig another one

Long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
Balanced on the biggest wave
Race towards an early grave

"Speak to Me" (1:13)
"Breathe" (2:47)
"On The Run" (3:36)
The Dark Side of the Moon, 1973
performed by Pink Floyd
lyrics by Roger Waters

"Well I mean, they're not gonna kill ya, so like, if you give 'em a quick sh ... short, sharp shock, they don't do it again. Dig it? ..."

'The Sound of Silence' - Simon & Garfunkel (from The Concert in Central Park)

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=NAEppFUWLfc

:fire:

A few days after my birthday, I was a college freshman, a girl took me to this concert in Central Park (my first outdoor show?) since we were both native New Yorkers like S&G. I hazily recall a wild night bar-hopping afterwards in the East Village late late into the wee hours, and then ... Anyway, decades on, I've listened to recordings of that show only a couple of times, I think, just to hear what I'd missed that evening way back in the crowd blissfully stoned with a girl.

... And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, 'The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence.'

just to hear what I'd missed that evening way back in the crowd blissfully stoned with a girl. — 180 Proof

:smile:
You are so bringing back memories of youth, I could almost cry.
For me, twas mere alcohol or cannabis that led me astray :love:

'Dreamer' - Supertramp (with lyrics)

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SD1MJRXnZfE

Buried too deep for me, I'm afraid. Where are they supposed to be ? — Amity

Sorry for the late reply, but if you’re truly interested, the best way is to use headphones, but only use the left side. It’s easiest to hear at the very beginning, but supposedly loops throughout the song.

Original by Bruce Springsteen



[Verse 1]
Man walks along the railroad track
He's goin' some place and there's no turnin' back
The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge
Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge
The shelter line stretchin' around the corner
Welcome to the New World Order
Families sleepin' in their cars out in the Southwest
No job, no home, no peace, no rest, no rest

[Chorus]
And the highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody as to where it goes
I'm sitting down here in a campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad

[Verse 2]
He pulls his prayer book out of a sleepin' bag
The preacher lights up a bud and takes a drag
He's waitin' for the time when the "last shall be first, and the first shall be last"
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
With a one-way ticket to the promised land
With a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Lookin' for a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the city's aqueducts

[Chorus]
And the highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody as to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad

[Verse]
Now Tom said
"Ma, whenever ya see a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Wherever there's a fight against blood and hatred in the air
Look for me, Ma, I'll be there
Wherever somebody's strugglin' for a place to stand
For a decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody is strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes, Ma, you'll see me
You'll see me
You'll see me
You'll see me
You'll see me
You'll see me
You'll see me
You'll see me
You'll see me

[Chorus]
And the highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody as to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of Tom Joad

'Fine Friends' - Lesley Duncan from her album Moonbathing (1975)

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=fiJ8H0hb_PM

When the walls that divide us have crumbled
And there's no game to win,
When the tides run it's course
And we've tumbled
To the feelings within,
Then you know we'll be- very fine friends.

When there's no gain or loss to be treasured
And we stand in the sun,
Then we'll know that true love
Can't be measured,
There s no prize to be won
And then we'll be free to blend
Into very fine friends.

When the time comes to give to each other
As we surely Know it will,
You could be my teacher or my lover,
Take the cup and drink your fill
And you always will be,
Cherished by me.

'Pink Floyd's Dark Side Of The Moon: How one band turned a tale of death, madness and disillusionment into one of the biggest-selling albums of all time.'

https://www.loudersound.com/features/50-years-of-pink-floyd-the-making-of-dark-side-of-the-moon-1971-197

Lesley Duncan played a small part in this.

Sporadic sessions were held in Abbey Road during October, during the first of which Dick Parry, an old friend of the band’s from Cambridge, overdubbed sax solos to Money and Us And Them.

Later in the month a quartet of female session vocalists – Doris Troy, Lesley Duncan, Liza Strike and Barry St John – were brought in to embellish Us And Them, Brain Damage and Eclipse.

"They weren’t very friendly," said Duncan looking back. "They were cold, rather clinical. They didn’t emanate any kind of warmth… They just said what they wanted and we did it… There were no smiles. We were all quite relieved to get out."

'Us and Them' - Pink Floyd

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=nDbeqj-1XOo

Us (us, us, us, us) and them (them, them, them, them)
And after all we're only ordinary men
Me
And you (you, you, you)
God only knows
It's not what we would choose (choose, choose) to do (to do, to do)
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died
And the general sat
And the lines on the map
Moved from side to side
Black (black, black, black)
And blue (blue, blue)
And who knows which is which and who is who
Up (up, up, up, up)
And down (down, down, down, down)
And in the end it's only round 'n round (round, round, round)
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried
"Listen son", said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside

"I mean, they're not gonna kill ya
So if you give 'em a quick short, sharp, shock
They won't do it…

Source: LyricFind

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Might give it a go...later...

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https://topdocumentaryfilms.com/pink-floyd-the-making-of-the-dark-side-of-the-moon/