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Another Song for Peace

by Don DeBar Sunday, May. 25, 2003 at 9:38 AM
debar@bestweb.net

This is a tune that was written and recored in one weekend, beginning one Friday evening in 1991 during the week after the first war on Iraq began.

Peace Medley by Don DeBar and Friends

When I was a kid

In school

We pulled the lids of our desks down

Put our heads on the ground and

Waited for The Bomb's sounds

Every night

Dreams of fire and light

And the end of it all

We were just so small

Huddled in the dark halls

Didn't they see

The world they'd made up for their kids

Was going down?

Wasn't that enough to wake them up?

Watched the NV

On our home TV

And saw the bombs fly

Watched the people die

And the mothers cry

Cousins Joe and Phil

Both came home killed

I was next to die

Could feel the end nigh

So I asked "Why?"

Couldn't they see

The world they'd made up for us kids

Was going down?

Wasn't that enough to wake them up?

Peace

Mir

Paz

Pax

Shalom

Amani

Hei-wa

Ping-Yon

Planes start to fly

Dark Birds flying high

Thought we had enough -

Ain't it been enough?

Ain't that enough?

So many people dyin'

Cities burning in the sky

Ain't that enough

To wake you up?

Please won't you wake up!

Can't you see

The world we're leaving to our kids

Is going down?

Ain't that enough to wake you up?

Peace

Mir

Paz

Pax

Shalom

Amani

Hei-wa

Ping-Yon

Another Song for Piece

by Afroman Sunday, May. 25, 2003 at 5:02 PM

(Wait a minute, man. Hey, check this out, tell it. It was this blind man, right?

Man, check this out- it was this blind man, right?

He was feelin' his way down the street with this stick, right?

Hey. He walked past this fish market, you know what I'm sayin'?

He stopped, he took a deep breath, he said,

Woooooo, good morning, ladies.

You like that shit, man? Hey, man, I got a gang of that shit, man.

I tell you what- my man on the guitar, fool on the drums,

everybody just crowd around the mic, I'll tell you all these mutha-fuckin' jokes.

But first, I'ma start it off like this. Hey, help me sing it, homeboy.)

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.

We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.

And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs

Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.

So roll, roll, roll my joint. Pick out the seeds and stems.

Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palmdale, skatin' on Dayton rims.

So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coup de Ville.

If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will.

Well it was just sundown in a small white town. They call it Eastside Palmdale.

When the Afroman walked through the white land, houses went up for sale.

Well, I was standin' on the corner sellin' rap cds when I met a little girl named Jan.

I let her ride in my Caddy cause I didn't know her daddy was the leader of the Klu Klux Klan.

We fucked on the bed, fucked on the flo', fucked so long, I grew a fuckin' afro.

Then I fucked to the left, fucked to the right. She sucked my dick 'til the shit turned white.

I thought to myself, Sheba, Sheba! Got my ass lookin' like a ZEBRA!

I pulled on my clothes and I was on my way, until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet.

I ran. I jumped out the back window, but her daddy, he was waitin' with a 2 x 4.

Oh, he beat me to the left, he beat me to the right. The mutha-fucker whooped my ass all night.

But I ain't mad at her prejudiced dad, that's the best damn pussy I ever had.

I got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine. I'm a fuck that bitch just one more time.

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.

We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.

And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs

Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.

So roll, roll, roll my joint. Pick out the seeds and stems.

Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palmdale, skatin' on Dayton rims.

So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coup de Ville.

If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will.

I met this lady in Hollywood. She had green hair, but damn she looked good.

I took her to my house, cause she was fine, but she whipped out a dick that was bigger than mine.

I met this lady from Japan, never made love with an African.

I fucked her once, I fucked her twice. I ate that pussy like shrimp fried rice.

Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya. I met a woman in the heart of Australia.

Had a big butt and big titties, too, so I hopped in her ass like a kangaroo.

See, I met this lady from Hawaii. Stuck it in her ass, and she said, Aiiiiieeee!

Lips was breakfast, pussy was lunch, then her titties busted open with Hawaiian Punch.

Met Colonel Sander's wife in the state of Kentucky. She said, I'll fry some chicken if you just fuck me.

I came in her mouth. It was a crisis. I gave her my secret blend of herbs and spices.

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.

We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.

And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs

Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.

Hey, wait a minute man, check this out.

I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee. Her titties were filled with Hennesy.

That country music nearly drove me crazy, but I rode that ass and said, Yes, Miss Daisy!

Met this lady in Oklahoma; put that pussy in a coma.

Met this lady in Michigan; I can't wait 'til I fuck that bitch again.

Met a real black girl in South Carolina; fucked her 'til she turned into a white albino.

Fucked this hooker in Iowa. I fucked her on credit, so I owe her.

Fucked this girl, down in Georgia; came in her mouth. Man, I thought I told ya.

Met this beautiful sexy ho; she just ran cross the border of Mexico.

Fine young thing, said her name's Maria. I wrapped her up just like a Hot Tortilla.

I wanna get married, but I can't afford it. I know I'ma cry when she gets deported.

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.

We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.

And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs

Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.

Have you ever went over to a girl's house to fuck, but the pussy just ain't no good? (SAY WHAT?)

And then you're getting' upset cause you can't get her wet, plus you in the wrong neighborhood?

So you try to play it off and eat the pussy, but it takes her so long to come (SAY WHAT?)

Then a dude walks in. That's her big boyfriend, and he asks you where you from? (Where you from, man?)

So you wipe your mouth, and you try to explain (I don't bang.), you start talkin' real fast.

But he's already mad, cause you fuckin' his wife, so he starts beatin' on your ass.

Now your clothes all muddy, your nose all bloody, your dick was hard but now it's soft. (WHUT?)

You thought you had a girl to rock your world, now you still gotta go jack off.

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.

We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.

[fade out]

observer

by observer Sunday, May. 25, 2003 at 5:08 PM

Colt 45?

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwww!


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