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Song in my head:
"He's a real nowhere man,
sitting in his nowhere land,
making all his nowhere plans, for nobody..."
- The Beatles -
Tuesday I fell ill, and spent the afternoon sleeping and when I woke up, in a half daze, put on "Rubber Soul"
by The Beatles. Through the song, "Nowhere man," my head kept inserting lyrics from The Black Eyed Peas.
Anyway, it made such a lovely medley, I think the Kerry campaign should use with footage of George Bush. I'll
let them use it for free, but they may have to ask the groups that made the actual lyrics. Anyway, here's my half
asleep medley:
Song for President Pinnochio
He's a real nowhere man, sitting in his nowhere land,
making all his nowhere plans, for nobody.
Overseas he's tryin' to stop terrorism,
but we still got terrorism righ here in the USA,
the big CIA,
the bloods and the cryps,
and the KKK.
Doesn't have a point of view, knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
'Cause if you only have love for your own race,
than you only leave space to discriminate,
and when you discriminate, you will only generate hate,
and if you hate, then you're bound to get irrate.
Get control of your mind and meditate,
let your soul gravitate,
to the love.
Nowhere man, please listen, you don't know what you're missing.
Nowhere man, the world is at your command!
Always making the wrong decisions,
with visions of those dividends,
A war's goin' on, but the reason's undercover.
The truth is kept secret,
swept under the rug.
If you never know truth,
then you'll never know love.
He's as blind as he can be, just see's what he wants to see,
Nowhere man, can you see me at all?
Whatever happened to the value of humanity?
Whatever happened to the fairness and equality?
Instead of spreading love, you're spreading anamosity,
lack of understanding, leading us away from unity.
That's the reason; why, sometimes I'm feelin' under,
That's the reason; why, sometimes I'm feelin' down.
People killing, people dying,
children hurt can you hear them crying?
Won't you practice what you preach,
won't you turn the other cheek.
"And just stop making all your nowhere plans,
for nobody."
And now nobody knows!
Coming Next:
What is it about Rubber Soul?
Ask Bob a Question!
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