First supported by the British and then of course the U.S. jumped onboard. Why are we always an extension of Britain? I heard this rumor that in 1812 we had a war with Britain and we won our freedom but it seems to me that we are now the long arm of Britain and have been for some time. I believe in one state, because if you have two states, they will just keep fighting. If Israel wants to be recognized as a nation, then they need to pay the Palestinians retribution and give Muslims equal rights. No longer a Jewish state, but made up of Jews and Muslims who are all equal citizens of that country, because that would truly be a democracy. If they can’t do that, then we need to say, their is no Israel, there is only Palestine, and that is the only fair and right way to do this.

Lyrics to Stone In My Hand :

Ride with the devil, hide with the lord
I got no pistol, ain’t got no sword
I got no army, ain’t got no land,
Ain’t got nothing but the stone that’s in my hand
Stone in my hand, stone in my hand
Ain’t got nothing but the stone that’s in my hand

You say you want a revolution, well get on board
We’ll start a new crusade; we’ll start a holy war
Don’t need no orders, don’t need no plan
I don’t need nothing but the stone that’s in my hand

Stone in my hand, stone in my hand
I don’t need nothing but the stone that’s in my hand
Stone in my hand, stone in my hand
I don’t need nothing but the stone that’s in my hand

You build your fighter jets, you drop your bombs
You kill our fathers, you kill our moms
You kill our brother and our sisters, and our uncles and our aunts
Still I’m fighting with the stone that’s in my hand

Stone in my hand, stone in my hand
Still I’m fighting with the stone that’s in my hand
Stone in my hand, stone in my hand
All the love that’s in my heart and the stone that’s in my hand

Blood runs in the gutters, smoke fills the sky
Every son that suffers, every mother cries
So if you’ve had enough and you’re ready for your stand
I’ll be waiting with the stone that’s in my hand

Stone in my hand, stone in my hand
I’ll be waiting with the stone that’s in my hand
Stone in my hand, stone in my hand
All the love that’s in my heart and the stone that’s in my hand

All the U.S. politicians who support Israel because they largely financed their political campaign and turn a blind eye to the abuse of the Palestinians who live there are hypocrites to everything they took an oath to honor and bring shame on America. That’s why we send Israel Billions in aid each year, far more than any other country and gladly sell them weapons. And if you were an American you’d protest against this. The media who fails to cover the abuse who also receive large amounts of money from Israel are also hypocrites.

INSIDE JOB

How come we gave
so much money to the bankers
when they gambled it all away
How can it be
they were given so much bonuses
after the mess they made

Seems like an inside job
watching each other’s backs
covering up the facts

How can we deny
that the tragedy of 9-11
was not what it seems
Who can explain
why the science was so blemished that it’s
Unbelievable

Seems like an inside job
watching each other’s backs
covering up the facts

Why is it so
that history was rewritten
for the land of Palestine
There are no other words
but
Zionist apartheid
for what’s happening over there

Seems like an inside job
watching each other’s backs
covering up the facts
covering up their tracks

By Steve Phillips

According to David, this was a very popular song in the 1800s.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Internationale

I love this kind of music that tells true stories that you never heard before. I bet if there was a radio station it would be real popular, but the powers to be like to keep that truth in a box, so all we hear is lovie dovie broke my heart, think I’m gonna fart.

So I’ll share a few of the great songs we heard and maybe a few I hadn’t and give you this good song writer’s web page address at the bottom of the page – because first you have to listen.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Patrick’s_Battalion

Maybe we didn’t get Bin Laden, But we got Martha Stewart, ya right, what a bunch of crap.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Brown_(abolitionist)

I bet you didn’t see this on the news.

I was telling someone about this song I heard on the radio once, by golly, here it is.

There are two more songs I’m looking for, still haven’t found them, but check this out.

Young women in the textile mills of Massachusetts died at an average age of 26, constantly inhaling cotton dust, working long hours in unventilated rooms lit by oil lamps. Before their struggles for safer working conditions and better pay bore fruit, often a mill worker’s best hope at a decent life was to marry a farmer, if she could find one who hadn’t lost his land and ended up as a factory hand himself.
~RedCeltic

Well – there was one song, a lovie dovie song a friend was looking and I was looking for a famous song from the 1800s, a song that David said everyone used to sing. I guess I’ll just have to make another post another day. Stay tuned, and here is your web address:

David Rovics Website:
http://www.davidrovics.com/

PEACE!

I don’t know who wrote this song, but it is very beautiful.

(I HAVE JUST BEEN INFORMED THAT Miley Cyrus WROTE THIS SONG)

Everybody needs inspiration,
Everybody needs a song
A beautiful melody
When the nights so long

Cause there is no guarantee
That this life is easy…

Yea when my world is falling apart
When there’s no light to break up the dark
That’s when I, I…
I look at you

When the waves
Are flooding the shore and I can’t
Find my way home anymore
That’s when I, I…
I look at you

When I look At You I see forgiveness
I see the truth
You love me for who I am
Like the stars Hold the moon
Right there where they belong
And I Know I’m Not Alone.

Yea when my world is falling apart
When there’s no light to break up the dark
That’s when I, I…
I look at you

When the waves
Are flooding the shore and I can’t
Find my way home anymore
That’s when I, I…
I look at you

You appear just like a dream to me
Just like Kaleidoscope colors that
Cover Me, All I need every
Breath that I breathe don’t you know
You’re beautiful…

Yea Yea Yea

When the waves
Are flooding the shore and I can’t
Find my way home anymore
That’s when I, I…
I look at you
I look at you

Yea Yea Oh OH OH

And you appear Just like a dream
To me.

Sung by Rebecca Minshall

http://www.youtube.com/user/RebeccaMinshall

You can dissagree, because I have not found anyone to agree with me yet, but I still believe what I believe.

The rapture already happened. I wished I had the time to study, or money to hire historians to research my theory, but I have neither.

When I was in the Navy, I was fortunate enough to take a tour of the Catacombs of Rome, and they are huge. You can’t see them all in one day and the Catholic Church has part of the catacombs blocked off. An historian escorted us around and there I learned the biggining of the Catholic church.

This is what made me think, there are symbols etched into the walls that they still are not sure of the meaning. That doesn’t make sense.

So this is what I concluded. While the first of the Roman ceasars who would be converted to Christianity and become the first pope was still persecuting the Christians, word came to him that the Christians were gone. Ceasar knowing how Jesus had promised to return and take his followers could not let anyone know that they were taken for fear of being overthrown himself by a fearful angry people should they realize this. So he claimed to be converted and became the first pope of a church who would destroy any beliefs contrary, and so he did. That’s what I believed happened.

What is going to happen next is that Jesus and the Christians will return, and the kingdom on earth will be as it is in heaven as we were taught to pray.

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
butane in my veins and I’m out to cut the junkie
with the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
kill the headlights and put it in neutral
stock car flamin’ with a loser and the cruise control
baby’s in Reno with the vitamin D
got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
someone came in sayin’ I’m insane to complain
about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
don’t believe everything that you breathe
you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
so shave your face with some mace in the dark
savin’ all your food stamps and burnin’ down the trailer park

(yo. Cut it.)

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

(double-barrel buckshot)

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
‘cuz one’s got a weasel and the other’s got a flag
one’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag
with the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
the daytime crap of the folksinger slob
he hung himself with a guitar string
a slab of turkey-neck and it’s hangin’ from a pigeon wing
you can’t write if you can’t relate
trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
and my time is a piece of wax fallin’ on a termite
that’s chokin’ on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(get crazy with the cheeze whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(drive-by body-pierce)
(yo bring it on down)
soooooooyy….
(chorus backwards)
(I’m a driver, I’m the winner; things are gonna change I can feel it)

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(I can’t believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
[repeat]
(Sprechen sie Deutches, baby)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Know what I’m sayin’?)