From: Erin Noonan (enoonan@kent.edu)
Date: Wed Oct 02 2002 - 20:20:25 BST
Squonk wants some songs for the sleeping bull.
Considering his Quality in the USA I don't think he had Leonard Cohen in mind
but here is some LC for you and Kevin.
It's coming through a hole in the air
from those nights in Tiananmen Square
it's coming from the feel
that it aint exactly real
or it's real, but it ain't exactly there
>From the wars against disorder
from the sirens night and day
from the fires of the homeless
from the ashes of the gay
Democracy is coming to the USA
It's coming through a crack in the wall
on a visionary flood of alcohol
from the staggering account
of the Sermon on the Mount
which I don't pretend to understand at all
It's coming from the silence on the dock of the bay
from the brave, the bold, the battered
heart of Chvrolet
Democracy is coming to the USA
It's coming from the sorrow on the street
the holy places where the races meet
from the homicidal bitchin
that goes down in every kitchen
to who will serve and who will eat
>From the wells of disappointment
where the women kneel to pray
from the grace of G-d in the desert here
and the desert far away
Democracy is coming to the USA
Sail on, sail on
O mighty ship of state
to the shores of need
past the reefs of greed
through the squalls of hate
sail on, sail on
It's coming to America first
the cradle of the best and the worst
It's here they got the range
and the machinery for the change
and it's here they got the spiritual thirst
It's here the family's broken
and its here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open
in a fundamental way
Democracy is coming to the USA
It's coming from the women and the men
O baby, we'll be making love again
We'll be going down so deep
that the rivers going to weep
and the mountain is going to shout Amen!
It's coming like a tidal flood
beneath the lunar sway
imperial, mysterious
in amorous array
Democracy is coming to the USA
Sail on sail on
o mighty Ship of State
To the shores of need
past the reefs of greed
through the squalls of hate
sail on, sail on
I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can't stand the scene
And I'm neither left or right
I'm just staying home tonight
getting lost in that hopeless screen
But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags
that Time cannot decay
I'm junk but i'm still holding up
this little wild bouquet
Democracy is coming to the USA
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