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| Welcome to the Future
by Brad Paisley
When I was ten years old,
I remember thinkin' how cool it would be,
When we were goin' on an eight hour drive,
If I could just watch T.V.
And I'd have given anything
To have my own PacMan game at home.
I used to have to get a ride down to the arcade;
Now I've got it on my phone.
He-e-ey...
Glory glory hallelujah.
Welcome to the future.
My grandpa was in World War II,
He fought against the Japanese.
He wrote a hundred letters to my grandma;
Mailed 'em from his base in the Philippines.
I wish they could see this now,
Where they say this change can go.
Cause I was on a video chat this morning
With a company in Tokyo.
He-e-ey...
Everyday is a revolution.
Welcome to the future.
He-e-ey...
Look around it's all so clear.
He-e-ey...
Wherever we would go and well we...
He-e-ey...
So many things I never thought I'd see...
Happening right in front of me.
I had a friend in school,
Running-back on a football team,
They burned a cross in his front yard
For asking out the home-coming queen.
I thought about him today,
Everybody who's seen what he's seen,
From a woman on a bus
To a man with a dream.
He-e-ey...
Wake up Martin Luther.
Welcome to the future.
He-e-ey...
Glory glory hallelujah.
Welcome to the future. | | |
| "I don't understand money," he said. "When I hold it, it does nothing. But others look at me differently."
- from Leven Thumps and the Eyes of the Want by Obert Skye | | |
| I Know
by Sarah Slean
Loud mouth, suits and ties
Liars, with money and girls
The kind you fit in your pocket
I can't save them from this darkness
My sisters, I love them all
My faeries pinned against the wall
I know what you want
And I know what you want
And I know
Doll, made of paint and china
Your worth lies only in these
But you're real to me
Little bones, will you break these legs like twigs now?
There's pain here you'll never have to feel
Never have to feel
I know what you want
And I know what you want
And I know
And I would fight a thousand men
I'd fight fire and wind and rain
I'd cry a river of tears for them
The bodies floating there
Christ-like and bare
Tell me, is that fair?
There are some things I can't forgive
Some things I just can't forgive
Some things
Jesus, I thought we had an understanding
The fact that you can buy a woman
Makes me want to die
Where were you last night?
Jesus, Jesus
Where were you?
And I know what you want
I know it all too well
And I know
I know | | |
| One thing Oshawa is never short on: trampy-looking teenage girls. | | |
| ...in 1684, Dr. Martin Lister, writing in the journal Philosophical Transactions, suggested that trade winds were caused by the constant breath of seaweed.
- from Windswept: The Story of Wind and Weather by Marq de Villiers | | |
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