Their voices were impassioned; their desires pure -- for a time.
So now are the voices of us on the right who cry out for fairness, justice, and a square deal for the common man. Our voices rise in protest and -- some beautifully -- rise in song.
I have been smitten by the pure and sweet simplicity of Megan Fox's wonderful song that she posted on You Tube. I stumbled on this earlier and posted her video here. Megan's song haunts me; it is so reminiscent of those ballads of the sixties. It is rough-hewn and heart felt. It at once raises my spirit and makes me melancholy for what should be and is trod upon by an administration who is so consumed by power, they seek to stifle expression.
Herewith are the words and a reprise of the video.
You wanted a change
You wanted to rearrange
This land of ours that we share
You said. "Yes, we can; he's our chosen man"
The One with the dream and the plan
We don't care, we don't know his grades or his transcripts
He's really too cool; went to an Ivy League school;
He'll get us out of Iraq..
Don't forget he's black, he's exactly what we all need.
The lame will walk, the oceans recede, your gas tank won't empty,
Your poor will not need, the media love him, they'll give him the push
And most importantly.. ..he ain't Bush.
We're sure it's the change we wanted.
It's one year later, you look like a jerk,
15 million folks out of work.
Lots of gas tanks are empty and homes are lost
And all you can talk about is farcical Frost.
But his poodle's real neat, his pecs are the best,
He's surfin' and swimmin', gettin' lots of rest..
While the rest of the country is stuck in a mess.
Was this the change you wanted?
Now Congress is flyin' to expensive locations
And the middle class is payin' for Nancy's vacations.
Writin' 1,000-page bills that no one can read
Includin' jail time for us if we refuse to concede.
They're cheatin' and bribin' and stealin' and lyin'
Not takin' our phone calls or readin' our writin'
Kicked us out of our townhalls, mad fun of our Polos.
Sent union thugs down to beat up the old folks.
They say that we're fakin'; we're all trouble makin'.
They tried to to bring us down; but don't forget..
So, we're marchin' and yellin'
and we ain't buyin' What they're sellin'.
We're two million strong, stretched like the sea,
Free Americans makin' history.
Despite the lack of coverage on NBC..
So, if you're willing to hear what I say,
The only remedy is not far away.
Grab your pitchfork, light that torch.
Hang that sign in your front porch.
Harry, Nancy, Chucky Schumer, Spector,
Boxer, RINOs too
This NOvember, we're comin' for you..
Ooooh, November, Ooooh, November, Ooooh, November..
..We're coming for you..
(c) 2010, Megan Fox