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| Kim | posted on 04-19-2001 @ 11:48 AM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01  | I wish I could have been at Woodstock 1969. I love the music and can't even begin to fathom what it must have been like to be there! So here is a thread dedicated to the music of Woodstock '69! Peace~! Sweetwater- the first band to play at Woodstock '69... What's wrong? What's wrong in our schools? Politicians are blowing there cools Over those who refuse to abide by the rules Though they should be seperat dealings What's wrong at the zoo? The animals sense all our fears coming through Our facade yet there's not a thing they could do It's hurting their poor precious feelings What's wrong? What is wrong? What is wrong? What's wrong with our folks? Strong and solid as hundred year oaks So firm in their ways they think we are jokes They just don't know why What's wrong in their head? Won't they just try to see it once our way instead If they did then there wouldn't be any young dead No reason to cry What's wrong? What's wrong in your heart? Do you feel that soon mankind and reason will part? As each day worsens you feel we will start On that anxiously dark endless journey What's wrong with this top? As it spins each year gives us a worsening crop Of hatred that one day could cause it to stop A lesson we all could be learning What's wrong? What's wrong? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Motherless Child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child And I'm a long Yes, I'm a long way from my home Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone And I'm a long Yes, I'm a long way from my home Sometimes I feel like there is nobody there Sometimes I feel like there is nobody there Sometimes I feel like there is nobody there And I'm a long Yes, I'm a long way from my home  | ||||
| spitfire421 | posted on 04-19-2001 @ 12:01 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | Kim, I bet you watched the documentary last night LOL Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men, Uncle Sam needs your help again. He's got himself in a terrible jam Way down yonder in Vietnam So put down your books and pick up a gun, We're gonna have a whole lotta fun. And it's one, two, three, What are we fighting for ? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam; And it's five, six, seven, Open up the pearly gates, Well there ain't no time to wonder why, Whoopee! we're all gonna die. Well, come on generals, let's move fast; Your big chance has come at last. Gotta go out and get those reds — The only good commie is the one who's dead And you know that peace can only be won When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come. And it's one, two, three, What are we fighting for ? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam; And it's five, six, seven, Open up the pearly gates, Well there ain't no time to wonder why Whoopee! we're all gonna die. Huh! Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow, Why man, this is war au-go-go. There's plenty good money to be made By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade, Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb, They drop it on the Viet Cong. And it's one, two, three, What are we fighting for ? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam. And it's five, six, seven, Open up the pearly gates, Well there ain't no time to wonder why Whoopee! we're all gonna die. Well, come on mothers throughout the land, Pack your boys off to Vietnam. Come on fathers, don't hesitate, Send 'em off before it's too late. Be the first one on your block To have your boy come home in a box. And it's one, two, three What are we fighting for ? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam. And it's five, six, seven, Open up the pearly gates, Well there ain't no time to wonder why, Whoopee! we're all gonna die.  no-one ever tends to me. Sitting alone covered in breeze. Some things are so my mind can breathe. The waiting is hard, fuckin' takes so long. Draped in sun, hands in sand. Earth acid cleanses me. It cleanses me clean, but the world it never comes(Kyuss, Space Cadet) This message was edited by spitfire421 on 4-19-01 @ 12:03 PM | ||||
King Shit *board owner* | posted on 04-19-2001 @ 12:19 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01 | I know it was posted yesterday, but it's appropriate... Woodstock Well, I came upon a child of God He was walking along the road And I asked him, Tell where are you going? This he told me Said, I'm going down to Yasgur's Farm, Gonna join in a rock and roll band. Got to get back to the land and set my soul free. We are stardust, we are golden, We are billion year old carbon, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden. Well, then can I walk beside you? I have come to lose the smog, And I feel like I'm a cog in something turning. And maybe it's the time of year, Yes and maybe it's the time of man. And I don't know who I am, But life is for learning. We are stardust, we are golden, We are billion year old carbon. And we got to get ourselves back to the garden. We are stardust, we are golden, We are billion year old carbon. And we got to get ourselves back to the garden. By the time we got to Woodstock, We were half a million strong And everywhere was a song and a celebration. And I dreamed I saw the bomber death planes Riding shotgun in the sky, Turning into butterflies Above our nation. We are stardust, we are golden, We caught in the devils bargain, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.  ~Matt/Froy from Jersey Official Protector of Gay Marco & SwampJunk...if he ever decides to post. | ||||
| mckinks | posted on 04-19-2001 @ 3:50 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | And the first song the Dead played which lasted just under an hour and a half: Saint Stephen Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes, Country garden in the wind and the rain, Wherever he goes the people all complain. Stephen prospered in his time, well he may and he may decline. Did it matter, does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how. Wishing well with a golden bell, bucket hanging clear to hell, Hell halfway twixt now and then, Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again. Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, writing "What for?" across the morning sky. Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer, darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye. Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow, What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned. Several seasons with their treasons, Wrap the babe in scarlet colors, call it your own. Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye, Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills, One man gathers what another man spills. Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain, Seashore washed by the suds and foam, Been here so long, he's got to calling it home. Fortune comes a crawlin', calliope woman, spinnin' that curious sense of your own. Can you answer? Yes I can. But what would be the answer to the answer man? What can I say I'm a Deadhead!!  DEAD CATS DON'T SCRATCH!! | ||||
| Kim | posted on 04-19-2001 @ 5:01 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag Country Joe and The Fish Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men, Uncle Sam needs your help again. He's got himself in a terrible jam Way down yonder in Vietnam So put down your books and pick up a gun, We're gonna have a whole lotta fun. And it's one, two, three, What are we fighting for ? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam; And it's five, six, seven, Open up the pearly gates, Well there ain't no time to wonder why, Whoopee! we're all gonna die. Well, come on generals, let's move fast; Your big chance has come at last. Gotta go out and get those reds — The only good commie is the one who's dead And you know that peace can only be won When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come. And it's one, two, three, What are we fighting for ? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam; And it's five, six, seven, Open up the pearly gates, Well there ain't no time to wonder why Whoopee! we're all gonna die. Huh! Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow, Why man, this is war au-go-go. There's plenty good money to be made By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade, Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb, They drop it on the Viet Cong. And it's one, two, three, What are we fighting for ? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam. And it's five, six, seven, Open up the pearly gates, Well there ain't no time to wonder why Whoopee! we're all gonna die. Well, come on mothers throughout the land, Pack your boys off to Vietnam. Come on fathers, don't hesitate, Send 'em off before it's too late. Be the first one on your block To have your boy come home in a box. And it's one, two, three What are we fighting for ? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam. And it's five, six, seven, Open up the pearly gates, Well there ain't no time to wonder why, Whoopee! we're all gonna die. This message was edited by Kim on 4-19-01 @ 5:05 PM | ||||
| Mr. Brownstone | posted on 04-19-2001 @ 8:55 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | quote: Lots of rain and mud and bad acid, no food or showers, and getting stuck in traffic all weekend.  Life's a gas, Life's a gas, Life's a gas, a gas, oh yeah Life's a gas, Life's a gas, Life's a gas, a gas, oh yeah So don't be sad 'cause I'll be there Don't be sad at all ---Joey Ramone. | ||||
| FeelMyFunBags | posted on 04-19-2001 @ 10:14 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Volunteers Jefferson Airplane LOOK WHAT'S HAPPENING OUT IN THE STREETS GOT A REVOLUTION, GOT TO REVOLUTION HEY I'M DANCING DOWN THE STREETS GOT A REVOLUTION, GOT TO REVOLUTION AIN'T IT AMAZING ALL THE PEOPLE I MEET GOT A REVOLUTION, GOT TO REVOLUTION ONE GENERATION GOT OLD ONE GENERATION GOT SOUL THIS GENERATION GOT NO DESTINATION TO HOLD PICK UP THE CRY HEY NOW IT'S TIME FOR YOU AND ME GOT A REVOLUTION, GOT TO REVOLUTION COME ON NOW WE'RE MARCHING TO THE SEA GOT A REVOLUTION, GOT TO REVOLUTION WHO WILL TAKE IT FROM YOU WE WILL AND WHO ARE WE WE ARE VOLUNTEERS VOLUNTEERS VOLUNTEERS VOLUNTEERS Sorry about the caps...but I cut and pasted.  How I'm craving you, yeah! Every time I'm near you I always want to swallow you down I'll be right here if ya' need me In my life, I'll need you here, don't ask why I'll never disappear | ||||
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