Monetized and Politicized and Senseless Censorship
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I agree, this internet censorship is an atrocity and an attack on human creativity, all for what?
$ for a few dollars more... Brooklyn Funk Essentials
Brooklyn Funk Essentials - For a Few Dollars More *(We are not government issued) - Not Morricone spaghetti music
Brooklyn Funk Essentials - For a Few Dollars More (Lyrics) from GCM on Vimeo.
Lyrics : ..For a Few Dollars More - Brooklyn Funk Essentials
Yeah
For a few dollars more
Mankind how did you get so cold
For a few dollars more
Mankind you would have sell your soul
For a few dollars more
Mankind how did you get so cold
For a few dollars more
Mankind you would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
Ay, how did you get so cold
It’s like we never learned
Bridge after bridge just get burned
If there’s no chance to earn
Then it’s sad but it’s not our concern
Its like we never learned
Bridge after bridge just get burned
If there’s no chance to earn
Then it’s sad but it’s not our concern, yeah
The reason for the treason
Money - Oh I
The war and the crime
Money - don’t you know
Don’t you know
No matter what they say
Money - Can’t you see
The fussing and the fighting
Money - yeah
For a few dollars more
Mankind how did you get so cold
For a few dollars more
Mankind you would have sell your soul
For a few dollars more
Mankind how did you get so cold
For a few dollars more
Mankind you would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
Sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
So tell me honestly
Is it just devil philosophy
Doubts and selfishness and greed
Live right here inside you and in me
So tell me honestly
Is it just devil philosophy
Doubts and selfishness and greed
Live right here inside you and in me
The reason for the treason
Money - Oh oh ay ay
The war and the crime
Money - don’t you know
Don’t you know
No matter what they say
Money - Can’t you see
The fussing and the fighting
Money
For a few dollars more
Mankind how did you get so cold
For a few dollars more
Mankind you would have sell your soul
For a few dollars more
Mankind how did you get so cold
For a few dollars more
Mankind you would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
You would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
You would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
You would have sell your soul
Oh I
Sell out your brethren
Sell out your sistren too yeah
Fire for the man who build the first fence
And him friend who signed paper as evidence
Spin doctors assuring innocence
We might as well swallow
You think that we should
With a name like democracy
It’s got to be good
There’s a fire burning - yeah
Fire for the man who build the second fence
Trick poor people with him eloquence
Only care about him own existence
Imparting what God said
Cause he understood
With a name like democracy
It’s got to be good
It’s got to be good
Fire for the man who build the third fence
Fatten him belly from violence
Rude power and glory and consequence
Cain destroyed Abel
Because he could
With a name like democracy
It’s got to be good
It’s got to be good - Oh sellout
Fire for the man who build the fourth fence
Sell poison with indifference
Entrepreneur minus conscience
Who sees the free market
In my neighborhood
With a name like democracy
It’s got to be good
It’s got to be good - yeah ooh
It’s got to be good - no no way
No no way
Sell out your brethren
Sell out your sistren
How could you do that
. ♫¸.•*¨♥✿♪
How can we protest this agency of warmongers and corrupt corporations?
"frigate! we'll build our own ship" - Ramblin' Jack Elliott
912 Greens · Ramblin' Jack Elliott
Lyrics : ..912 Greens · Ramblin' Jack Elliott
[Monologue]
Here come this little blue car
I think it was a Plymouth, all the way from L.A
In New York town, and I was a-fooling around in Washington Square Park playing my guitar
There was fiddles and banjos and mandolins; everybody was singin' songs
One Sunday afternoon, Guy and Frank, they came in in this little car
They were on their way to North Carolina, said they was goin' down there to hear some live music
They invited me to come along on their trip
Threw my guitar in their back seat and we took off down Highway 301
Past Richmond, down across the North Carolina line
Guy's uncle lived on a farm near the ocean on the coast of North Caroline
Neighbor was a fisherman, took us out on his boat-we went shrimp fishin'
We caught some shrimp-mostly we got sunburned
Got back just in time for dinner
Boy was that good: Southern cookin'
Black-eyed peas, cornbread, okra, butter beans
After the dinner dishes was put away, we sat on the porch watchin' a thunder shower
And Frank, he pulled out his guitar and started playing a weird song about California
I asked him about it the next morning as we were heading west, headed for the Smokey Mountains
Frank was in the back seat practicing the banjo
Said, "Hey, Frank, what was that song you played yesterday?"
And he said that it was The South Coast
I said-welp, I asked him if he would play it
Nope, wouldn't play it-couldn't play it
And he didn't play it for about four days, till we had another thunder shower
It's just that kind've a song, I guess
By this time we were clear over in Nashville, Tennessee
We saw the Grand Ole Opry
Met Grandpa Jones, met Earl Scruggs, too
Then we got back in our car and headed for the Mississippi River
Headed down south into New Orleans . . . New Orleans, Louisiana
We had the name of a guy down there; he was a banjo picker, Billy Fair
Looked him up in a telephone directory, but he wasn't there
So we parked the car and took to the streets
Down Bourbon Street, up Rue Royale
Ended up down at the waterfront, near the Mrs. Miller river there
In a café, there was Billy, drinkin' a coffee
He invited us over to his pad, which was located at 912 Toulouse
Just a short walk up the street
Up a back alley, over a board fence
Up a garbage can lid and over the fence and down you go
Landin' lightly on your feet for it's concrete in the patio
There was a banana tree there-I figure it was a banana tree, it had a lot of bananas hangin' on it
And a three-legged cat
He sat there on the stairs like he was guardin' sumthin'
I ran past the cat and I went upstairs
It was a dark room; I went inside the room and there was a chair in there
It was carved out of an old Mexican palm tree
And Jack Kerouac had sat in that chair only a month before, down in Mexico
Don't ask me how I knew that, I just knew that
I sat down in the chair
Composed a ballad about Jack Kerouac, sittin' in that chair
Then it started rainin', so I got up and went outside
Standin' on the balcony, over the patio
Smellin' the air, the delicious smell of rainfall in New Orleans
Everybody went inside and started pickin' the banjo, guitar
Singin' songs, tellin' stories, gettin' acquainted
Before you know it, the sun was comin' up
Everybody split
I guess they didn't wanna be caught in that hot New Orleans sun
Went out over that back fence, didn't seem to be a front door on the place
We all ended up in a bar down on the waterfront with John Truman tellin' stories about the Merchant Marine and ships and the sea for three and a half days
One night, after that story, decided to ship out, ship out around the world
Went down to the Merchant Marine, NMU Hall
Gonna get our Seaman's Papers
Well, in order to get your Seaman's Papers, you gotta get a letter from a ship owner to the union
Then get a letter from the union to the Coast Guard
Get a letter from the Coast Guard to the union, get a letter from the Coast Guard to the ship owner, get a letter from the ship owner to the union, get a letter from the union to the ship owner, get a letter from the union to the Coast Guard
So we said, "Frig it! We'll build our own ship!"
[Sung]
Did you ever stand and shiver
Just because you were lookin' at a river
. ♫¸.•*¨♥✿♪
Kerouac’s Last Dream ℗ 1997
Join global non-compliance
dr. π (pi)
♫
enjoy!
❤️
I agree, this internet censorship is an atrocity and an attack on human creativity, all for what?
$ for a few dollars more... Brooklyn Funk Essentials
Brooklyn Funk Essentials - For a Few Dollars More *(We are not government issued) - Not Morricone spaghetti music
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Brooklyn Funk Essentials - For a Few Dollars More (Lyrics) from GCM on Vimeo.
Lyrics : ..For a Few Dollars More - Brooklyn Funk Essentials
Yeah
For a few dollars more
Mankind how did you get so cold
For a few dollars more
Mankind you would have sell your soul
For a few dollars more
Mankind how did you get so cold
For a few dollars more
Mankind you would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
Ay, how did you get so cold
It’s like we never learned
Bridge after bridge just get burned
If there’s no chance to earn
Then it’s sad but it’s not our concern
Its like we never learned
Bridge after bridge just get burned
If there’s no chance to earn
Then it’s sad but it’s not our concern, yeah
The reason for the treason
Money - Oh I
The war and the crime
Money - don’t you know
Don’t you know
No matter what they say
Money - Can’t you see
The fussing and the fighting
Money - yeah
For a few dollars more
Mankind how did you get so cold
For a few dollars more
Mankind you would have sell your soul
For a few dollars more
Mankind how did you get so cold
For a few dollars more
Mankind you would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
Sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
So tell me honestly
Is it just devil philosophy
Doubts and selfishness and greed
Live right here inside you and in me
So tell me honestly
Is it just devil philosophy
Doubts and selfishness and greed
Live right here inside you and in me
The reason for the treason
Money - Oh oh ay ay
The war and the crime
Money - don’t you know
Don’t you know
No matter what they say
Money - Can’t you see
The fussing and the fighting
Money
For a few dollars more
Mankind how did you get so cold
For a few dollars more
Mankind you would have sell your soul
For a few dollars more
Mankind how did you get so cold
For a few dollars more
Mankind you would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
You would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
You would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
You would have sell your soul
Oh I
Sell out your brethren
Sell out your sistren too yeah
Fire for the man who build the first fence
And him friend who signed paper as evidence
Spin doctors assuring innocence
We might as well swallow
You think that we should
With a name like democracy
It’s got to be good
There’s a fire burning - yeah
Fire for the man who build the second fence
Trick poor people with him eloquence
Only care about him own existence
Imparting what God said
Cause he understood
With a name like democracy
It’s got to be good
It’s got to be good
Fire for the man who build the third fence
Fatten him belly from violence
Rude power and glory and consequence
Cain destroyed Abel
Because he could
With a name like democracy
It’s got to be good
It’s got to be good - Oh sellout
Fire for the man who build the fourth fence
Sell poison with indifference
Entrepreneur minus conscience
Who sees the free market
In my neighborhood
With a name like democracy
It’s got to be good
It’s got to be good - yeah ooh
It’s got to be good - no no way
No no way
Sell out your brethren
Sell out your sistren
How could you do that
. ♫¸.•*¨♥✿♪
How can we protest this agency of warmongers and corrupt corporations?
"frigate! we'll build our own ship" - Ramblin' Jack Elliott
912 Greens · Ramblin' Jack Elliott
Click to viewLyrics : ..912 Greens · Ramblin' Jack Elliott
[Monologue]
Here come this little blue car
I think it was a Plymouth, all the way from L.A
In New York town, and I was a-fooling around in Washington Square Park playing my guitar
There was fiddles and banjos and mandolins; everybody was singin' songs
One Sunday afternoon, Guy and Frank, they came in in this little car
They were on their way to North Carolina, said they was goin' down there to hear some live music
They invited me to come along on their trip
Threw my guitar in their back seat and we took off down Highway 301
Past Richmond, down across the North Carolina line
Guy's uncle lived on a farm near the ocean on the coast of North Caroline
Neighbor was a fisherman, took us out on his boat-we went shrimp fishin'
We caught some shrimp-mostly we got sunburned
Got back just in time for dinner
Boy was that good: Southern cookin'
Black-eyed peas, cornbread, okra, butter beans
After the dinner dishes was put away, we sat on the porch watchin' a thunder shower
And Frank, he pulled out his guitar and started playing a weird song about California
I asked him about it the next morning as we were heading west, headed for the Smokey Mountains
Frank was in the back seat practicing the banjo
Said, "Hey, Frank, what was that song you played yesterday?"
And he said that it was The South Coast
I said-welp, I asked him if he would play it
Nope, wouldn't play it-couldn't play it
And he didn't play it for about four days, till we had another thunder shower
It's just that kind've a song, I guess
By this time we were clear over in Nashville, Tennessee
We saw the Grand Ole Opry
Met Grandpa Jones, met Earl Scruggs, too
Then we got back in our car and headed for the Mississippi River
Headed down south into New Orleans . . . New Orleans, Louisiana
We had the name of a guy down there; he was a banjo picker, Billy Fair
Looked him up in a telephone directory, but he wasn't there
So we parked the car and took to the streets
Down Bourbon Street, up Rue Royale
Ended up down at the waterfront, near the Mrs. Miller river there
In a café, there was Billy, drinkin' a coffee
He invited us over to his pad, which was located at 912 Toulouse
Just a short walk up the street
Up a back alley, over a board fence
Up a garbage can lid and over the fence and down you go
Landin' lightly on your feet for it's concrete in the patio
There was a banana tree there-I figure it was a banana tree, it had a lot of bananas hangin' on it
And a three-legged cat
He sat there on the stairs like he was guardin' sumthin'
I ran past the cat and I went upstairs
It was a dark room; I went inside the room and there was a chair in there
It was carved out of an old Mexican palm tree
And Jack Kerouac had sat in that chair only a month before, down in Mexico
Don't ask me how I knew that, I just knew that
I sat down in the chair
Composed a ballad about Jack Kerouac, sittin' in that chair
Then it started rainin', so I got up and went outside
Standin' on the balcony, over the patio
Smellin' the air, the delicious smell of rainfall in New Orleans
Everybody went inside and started pickin' the banjo, guitar
Singin' songs, tellin' stories, gettin' acquainted
Before you know it, the sun was comin' up
Everybody split
I guess they didn't wanna be caught in that hot New Orleans sun
Went out over that back fence, didn't seem to be a front door on the place
We all ended up in a bar down on the waterfront with John Truman tellin' stories about the Merchant Marine and ships and the sea for three and a half days
One night, after that story, decided to ship out, ship out around the world
Went down to the Merchant Marine, NMU Hall
Gonna get our Seaman's Papers
Well, in order to get your Seaman's Papers, you gotta get a letter from a ship owner to the union
Then get a letter from the union to the Coast Guard
Get a letter from the Coast Guard to the union, get a letter from the Coast Guard to the ship owner, get a letter from the ship owner to the union, get a letter from the union to the ship owner, get a letter from the union to the Coast Guard
So we said, "Frig it! We'll build our own ship!"
[Sung]
Did you ever stand and shiver
Just because you were lookin' at a river
. ♫¸.•*¨♥✿♪
Kerouac’s Last Dream ℗ 1997
Join global non-compliance
dr. π (pi)
♫
enjoy!
❤️