Song Lyrics

MOVING TO MIDNIGHT 

Bugle sounds, men called to die, 

He just smiled, tried not to cry

It's late, it's late to reason why.

 

Moving to midnight

mooving to midnight

 

WORDS OF GLASS 

Lyndon Johnson :

I speak tonight for the dignity of man 

and the destiny of democracy 

Margaret Thatcher:

Where there is discord may we bring harmony 

 Where there is error may we bring truth 

 Where there is doubt may we bring faith 

 and where there is despair may we bring hope 

I saw them on my TV screen 

the smoothest show you've ever seen 

such words of class 

I heard them on my radio 

those clear-cut vowels, you'd never know 

they're words of glass 

They sounded good and not typecast 

their promises were built to last 

- perhaps a 1,000 years 

They're telling us just vote for them 

their phrases sweet as saccharin 

- when will we learn 

 George Bush: 

From the day of our founding 

we have proclaimed that every man and woman on this earth 

has rights and dignity and matchless value 

because they bear the image of the Maker of heaven and earth 

They talked a lot of dignity 

but not of inequality 

- words of glass 

They couldn't see discrimination 

only one united nation 

- words of glass 

But everywhere I seem to see 

just hunger, war and poverty 

Manhattan may be paved with gold 

but most are left out in the cold 

George Bush :

And tonight I have a message for the brave and oppressed people of Iraq 

your enemy is not surrounding your country, your enemy is ruling your country 

and the day he and his regime are removed from power will be the day of your liberation 

[Laughter] 

They sounded good and not typecast

their promises were built to last 

They're telling us to vote for them 

their phrases sweet as saccharin 

George Bush: 

We exercise power without conquest 

in the sacrifice for the liberty of strangers 

Americans are a free people 

and we know that freedom is the right of every person 

and the future of every nation 

 

Martin Luther King: 

I have a dream 

I have a dream, my poor little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the colour of their skin 

but by the content of their character 

I have a dream today.... 

gunshot................

 

 

BERLIN WALL

Child: At the end of the rainbow 

they say there's a pot of gold 

 

Jumped the Berlin Wall 

Had a close call 

I wasn't being me, 

I had to be free 

Go West young man 

join the caravan 

you can be who you are 

I want to be free 

I want to be free to buy a car 

I want to ride the motorway to Shangri-la 

I, I just want to be free 

Now I've hit the West, joined the caravan 

but I'm just a pawn to the money man 

You can be who you are,but I don't want to be me 

Oh freedom, what is freedom 

oh freedom, what does it mean 

I want to be free to buy a car 

I want to ride the motorway to Shangri-La 

I, I just want to be free 

I want to be free so they give me a god 

so Jesus Christ just give me a job 

I need it now, if I'm going to be free 

Out of work, on the dole 

stuck in a rat hole 

It's the same every day 

it's a one-act play 

You learn the same lines 

you don't rock the boat 

Oh freedom, what is freedom 

Oh freedom, what does it mean 

I want to be free so they give me a god 

so Jesus Christ just give me a job 

I need it now, if I'm going to be free 

Child: They didn't say you could never reach the end of the rainbow