Please remember this, this land does not belong to the oil industry, the coal industry, the Bush family, the Chenney family, or any state government. This land is our land. And we have a responsibility to protect it from those who would destroy it for a last minute money grab. There is no clean coal, no clean oil, no drilling that doesn't drastically impact the environment, no mining that doesn't destroy the land and kill the miners. Lest we forget in the waning days of BushCo, This Land is Our Land.
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couldn't have said it better myown self..
Hi Utah-
Great song, necessary message.
Thanks -
Love Gail.
peace.....
So true. Thanks for sharing a great tune.
that machine kills fascists......
Priceless Ghost. Thanks.
This land hasn't been ours since, oh, 1776.
Well then, lets take it back.
We could use another Woody Guthrie. Oh, that's right, we have Arlo! This is a song from 1973 that Guthrie wrote for... ecch... Nixon:
The Presidential Rag
You said you didn't know,
That the cats with the bugs were there,
And you never go along with that kind of stuff no where,
But that just isn't the point man,
That's the wrong wrong way to go,
If you didn't know about that one, well then what else don't you know,
You said that you were lied to,
Well that aint hard too see,
But you must have been fooled again by your friends across the sea,
And maybe you were fooled again by your people here at home,
Because nobody could talk like you,
And know what's going on,
Nobody elected your family,
And we didn't elect your friends,
No one voted for your advisors,
And nobody wants amends,
You're the one we voted for, so you must take the blame,
For handing out authority to men who were insane,
You say it's all fixed up now, you've got new guys on the line,
But you had better remember this while you still got the time,
Mothers still are weeping for their boys that went to war,
Father still are asking what the whole damn thing was for,
And People still are hungry and people still are poor,
And an honest week of work these days don't feed the kids no more,
Schools are still like prisons,
'cause we don't learn how to live,
And everybody wants to take, nobody wants to give,
Yes you will be remembered, be remembered very well,
And if I live a long life, all the stories I could tell,
A many who are in in poverty of sickness and of grief,
Hell yes,
You will be remembered, be remembered very well,
You said you didn't know,
That the that the cats with the bugs were there,
You'd never go along with that kind of stuff no where
But that just isn't the point man,
That's the wrong, wrong way to go,
You didn't know about that one,
Well then what else don't you know?
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