Gimme shelter: Rolling Stones [3]

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Writers: M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Oh, a storm is threat'ning
My very life today
If I don't get some shelter
Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away

War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

Ooh, see the fire is sweepin'
My very street today
Burns like a red coal carpet
Mad bull lost its way

War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

The floods is threat'ning
My very life today
Gimme, gimme shelter
Or I'm gonna fade away

War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

I tell you love, sister,
It's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away
Kiss away, kiss away..


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The Road to Hell CHRIS REA [2]

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The Road To Hell (Part I) :


Stood still on a highway
I saw a woman
By the side of the road
With a face that I knew like my own
Reflected in my window
Well she walked up to my quarterlight
And she bent down real slow
A fearful pressure paralysed me in my shadow
She said 'son what are you doing here
My fear for you has turned me in my grave'
I said 'mama I come to the valley of the rich
Myself to sell'
She said 'son this is the road to hell'

On your journey cross the wilderness
From the desert to the well
You have strayed upon the motorway to hell.,


PART II


The road to hell (part 2)

Well I'm standing by a river
But the water doesn't flow
It boils with every poison you can think of
And I'm underneath the streetlight
But the light of joy I know
Scared beyond belief way down in the shadows
And the perverted fear of violence
Chokes the smile on every face
And common sense is ringing out the bellc
This ain't no technological breakdown
Oh no, this is the road to hell
And all the roads jam up with credit
And there's nothing you can do
It's all just bits of paper flying away from you
Oh look out world, take a good look
What comes down here
You must learn this lesson fast and learn it well
This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway
Oh no, this is the road
Said this is the roadjavascript:void(0)
This is the road to hell.....


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A saga of Music

                      

The silent voices... shadows of silent struggles against oppression, suppression, and repression… expressed through the music of the corresponding times are testimonials that stand out in history in the annals of Music. The struggles of the human mind through sounds of music..

The reflections of the boundless anguish in the conscience of the down trodden.. Be it for racial, economical, political, social injustice.. whatever they are always give way to protest and repercussions in the  mind. The evolution of this revolution could be found in contemporary poetry, songs and music of those times. Listen and read those through the following expositions.. ..John Lennon, Jim Morrison, Bob Marley, Joan Beans, Rage Against the Machines Band, Don Henley of Eagles, Chris Rhea  {Road to Hell},

And many more…  

               Feel the pulse of bleeding  hearts!

1.

The Last Resort

Don Henley/Glenn Frey

She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island
where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air.

She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee,

just as her father came across the sea.

She heard about a place people were smilin',

they spoke about the red man's way, how they loved the land.

And they came from everywhere to the Great Divide

seeking a place to stand or a place to hide.

Down in the crowded bars out for a good time,

can't wait to tell you all what it's like up there.

And they called it paradise, I don't know why.

Somebody laid the mountains low while the town got high.

Then the chilly winds blew down across the desert,

through the canyons of the coast to the Malibu

where the pretty people play hungry for power

to light their neon way and give them things to do.

Some rich man came and raped the land, nobody caught 'em,

put up a bunch of ugly boxes and, Jesus, people bought 'em.

And they called it paradise, the place to be,

they watched the hazy sun sinking in the sea.

You can leave it all behind and sail to Lahaina

just like the missionaries did so many years ago.

They even brought a neon sign 'Jesus is Coming',

brought the white man's burden down, brought the white man's reign.

Who will provide the grand design, what is yours and what is mine?

'Cause there is no more new frontier, we have got to make it here.

We satisfy our endless needs and justify our bloody deeds

in the name of destiny and in the name of God.

And you can see them there on Sunday morning

stand up and sing about what it's like up there.

They called it paradise, I don't know why.

You call some place paradise - kiss it goodbye.

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