WE1
11-03-2004, 11:41 PM
Hello darkness my old friend,
I've come to talk to you again.
Because of a dream that was softly creeping,
Bush won the election while I was sleeping.
And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains
Within the sound of the election.
In restless dreams I walked alone,
Narrow streets of cobble stone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to that conserative man
When my eyes were blinded by the sight of a
very bright light that touched the night.
It was a policeman's flashlight.
And in his bright light I saw
Ten thousand people,screaming four more years
While I was fighting back tears.
Then there were consertives screaming
without speaking,hearing without listening.
Country music stars are now writing songs
about Bush that they love to share.
But,I don't care.
Because,its just another sound of the election.
"Fools!" said I, "you do not know,
there war loving ways like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell...
And echoed in the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the conserative 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 conseratives
are written on the whitehouse walls".
So, just ignore them.
And remember,it was Ohio
that cost us the election.
I've come to talk to you again.
Because of a dream that was softly creeping,
Bush won the election while I was sleeping.
And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains
Within the sound of the election.
In restless dreams I walked alone,
Narrow streets of cobble stone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to that conserative man
When my eyes were blinded by the sight of a
very bright light that touched the night.
It was a policeman's flashlight.
And in his bright light I saw
Ten thousand people,screaming four more years
While I was fighting back tears.
Then there were consertives screaming
without speaking,hearing without listening.
Country music stars are now writing songs
about Bush that they love to share.
But,I don't care.
Because,its just another sound of the election.
"Fools!" said I, "you do not know,
there war loving ways like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell...
And echoed in the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the conserative 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 conseratives
are written on the whitehouse walls".
So, just ignore them.
And remember,it was Ohio
that cost us the election.