American Tune:
Many's the time I've been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and I've often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
Oh but I'm alright, I'm alright
Just weary to my bones
Still you don't expect to be bright and bon vivant
So far away from home
So far away from home
Don't know a soul who has not been battered
Don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
Or diven to its knees
Oh, but it's alright, it's alright
For we've lived so well so long
Still when I think of the road we're travelin' on
I wonder what's gone wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong
And I dreamed I was dying
I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
Looking back down at me, smiled reassuredly
I dreamed I was flying
High up above my eyes could clearly see
The statue of liberty sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying
We come on the ship they call the Mayflower
Come on the ship that sails the moon
We come in the age's most uncertain hours
And sing an American tune
Oh but it's alright, it's alright
Can't be forever blessed
Still tomorrow's gonna be another working day
And I try to get some rest
That's all I'm trying, to get some rest
Lyrics by Paul Simon, but recorded also by Willie Nelson
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Political World
We live in a political world,
Love don't have any place.
We're living in times where men commit crimes
And crime don't have a face
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We live in a political world,
Wisdom is thrown into jail,
It rots in a cell, is misguided as hell
Leaving no one to pick up a trail.
We live in a political world
Where mercy walks the plank,
Life is in mirrors, death disappears
Up the steps into the nearest bank.
We live in a political world
Where courage is a thing of the past
Houses are haunted, children are unwanted
The next day could be your last.
We live in a political world.
The one we can see and can feel
But there's no one to check, it's all a stacked deck,
We all know for sure that it's real.
We live in a political world
In the cities of lonesome fear,
Little by little you turn in the middle
But you're never why you're here.
We live in a political world
Under the microscope,
You can travel anywhere and hang yourself there
You always got more than enough rope.
We live in a political world
Turning and a'thrashing about,
As soon as you're awake, you're trained to take
What looks like the easy way out.
We live in a political world
Where peace is not welcome at all,
It's turned away from the door to wander some more
Or put up against the wall.
We live in apolitical world
Everything is hers or his,
Climb into the frame and shout God's name
But you're never sure what it is.
Bob Dylan