I was listening to some my old albums yesterday. This song struck me real hard. I was there during the last revolution in the 70's.
My father was a lifer in the Navy, I was born in a Navy hospital, lived on Naval bases, schooled by the government, I graduated high school in the Philippines in 1969. There were 12 of us in that class. We lived with a machine gun nest in both front and back yards.
My family ended up in Philadelphia in 1970, I marched on the Liberty Bell, we stopped the Vietnam war, so my father told me, and I believed it true. My father had no objection to my beliefs and encouraged me to express them, he had only one request, that I never join the military, knowing that I would end up in the brig.
Here we are again, it's 2017 what has changed ....nothing. 47 years and were still being used, tricked, deceived, killed, and time marches on. Below is the lyrics of the song during those times, read the words and listen to the music, this could've been written yesterday.
!!!!!!!! Let's not be fooled again !!!!!!!!
1970 .... what has changed in the 47 years
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PViXv5AQuhw
What About Me
Quicksilver Messenger Service
You poisoned my sweet water.
You cut down my green trees.
The food you fed my children
Was the cause of their disease.
My world is slowly fallin' down
And the airs not good to breathe.
And those of us who care enough,
We have to do something.......
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
Your newspapers,
They just put you on.
They never tell you
The whole story.
They just put your
Young ideas down.
I was wonderin' could this be the end
Of your pride and glory?
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
I work in your factory.
I study in your schools.
I fill your penitentiaries.
And your military too!
And I feel the future trembling,
As the word is passed around.
"If you stand up for what you do believe,
Be prepared to be shot down."
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
And I feel like a stranger
In the land where I was born
And I live like an outlaw.
An' I'm always on the run...
An I'm always getting busted
And I got to take a stand....
I believe the revolution
Must be mighty close at hand...
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
I smoke marijuana
But I can't get behind your wars.
And most of what I do believe
Is against most of your laws
I'm a fugitive from injustice
But I'm goin' to be free.
Cause your rules and regulations
They don't do the thing for me
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
And I feel like a stranger
In the land where I was born
And I live just like an outlaw.
An' I'm always on the run.
Songwriter: Dino Valenti