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I want thank darkfaze2003, who I know from another board and who some of you may know, for allowing me to record this song. I loved it when I heard it on the board and, after receiving two of his CDs, my attraction to “Cemetery Rose” became even stronger.

For anyone who saw “Saving Private Ryan”, you know that the beginning of that film took place 50 or so years after the death of the lieutenant played by Tom Hanks.

Although the subject is a bit different, I could see the person in this song visiting the grave of her lover, who died in the savage, animal activity that we call war. It could be in the future, in reference to this mess we have going on in Iraq. It could be today in reference to The Korean “Conflict” or the Vietnam “Police Action”. Orwell was a genius.

Anyway, thanks, Jason. I enjoyed recording this. It really touched me. I hope it’s OK by you.

Audio

On the plains of south Texas, in grey raining cold,
in a lonesome old graveyard blooms one single rose.
It’s a rose garnet red, that she planted in grief,
and it blooms just one day, has not one single leaf.

It’s a cemetery rose, blooming in the cold.
It’s a cemetery rose, watching her grow old.
It’s a cemetery rose, planted at his feet.
It’s a cemetery rose, watered when she weeps

Its branches are brown and its steel thorns they are grey
and she planted that rose on her own wedding day.
At the altar they told her, “Your lover is dead.”
Now fifty years later she still has not wed.

It’s a cemetery rose blooming in the cold.
It’s a cemetery rose, watching her grow old.
It’s a cemetery rose, planted at his feet.
Its a cemetery rose, watered when she weeps.

She holds fast to a branch, to hold his hand in hers
and for one tragic moment, the two worlds they merge.
As the pain of the thorns that are piercing her flesh
weds the pain of the sorrow she feels in her chest.

It’s a cemetery rose blooming in the cold.
It’s a cemetery rose, watching her grow old.
It’s a cemetery rose, planted at his feet.
Its a cemetery rose, watered when she weeps.

Don’t know where she comes from.
Don’t know where she goes.
Behind her back they call her
“Cemetery Rose”.

To friendship,
Michael

“War against a foreign country only happens when the moneyed classes think they are going to profit from it.” – George Orwell

The Mind Of Michael
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Written by Jason Oliver
Copyright by Jason Oliver tx78644 ASCAP
Reproduced with permission from Jason Oliver

Just listened and enjoyed. Thanks.

You're most welcomed, microbe.

I just grabbed good lyrics and a good melody and chord progression by Jason and expressed them. I also connected this sad scenario to the darkly silly activities that take place in the most uncivilized relationship that one group of "everyday people" (as Sly Stone called them many years ago) can have with another group of everyday people who they have never met and don't, in any real respect, know. This relationship between two groups of everyday people is planned and directed by extremely wealthy people for the purpose of expanding their wealth.

This keeps everyday people everyday people and ensures the perpetuation of wealth for the wealthy.

Whoops, a long thank you but thank you nonetheless.

To friendship,
Michael

“Where sense is wanting, everything is wanting.” – Benjamin Franklin

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Many happy returns of yesterday Michael. Sorry, I am always a day late and a dollar short.

Thanks for the music:

Chorus:
Give my love to Rose please won't you mister
Take her all my money, tell her to buy some pretty clothes
Tell my boy his daddy's so proud of him
And don't forget to give my love to Rose


Tell them I said thanks for waiting for me
Tell my boy to help his mom at home
Tell my Rose to try to find another
For it ain't right that she should live alone
Johnny Cash

stilltrucking, thanks for finishing up the song. You can't go wrong with the original man in black.

Jason wrote a good song and I'm just glad he allowed me to record it. It was fun, although I think that I turned the message into something he didn't intend it to be.

To friendship,
Michael

“An honest man can feel no pleasure in the exercise of power over his fellow citizens.” – Thomas Jefferson

The Mind Of Michael
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I don't know about the message. I read the obituaries, the memorials for the dead soldiers. I see the flag handed to the gireving widow, mother, or father. I hear some say that their son or daughter died for a noble cause. That they were heroes. And I think that I would not want to take that comfort away from them. Even if I do not believe it myself.

Do you remember Pat Tillman the NFL player that the Army was using as a poster boy for dead heroes?


When when his parents were skeptical of the official DOD story they were attacked on talk shows as being unpatriotic




I hope Jason does not mind because I believe in your message.

"Friends come and go but enimies accumulate."

st, Jason doesn't seem to mind at all.

Thanks for the kind words about a very subject.

To friendship,
Michael

I am going crazy in three quater time.

You been posting those audio files and I am moving and computer speaker are in box

st, what you write is the real rock and hard place situation.

I guess it would be considered mean to take that belief away from survivors.

First, I wish survivors would see the war in which their loved one died for what it is, a plaything for The Regime.

Yeah, Tillman’s folks, Cindy Sheehan and others like them should be sending The Regime thank you cards for allowing their loved ones to die for a myriad of morphing reasons that can only equal one thing – lies.

Utah Philips says that, if you support the troops, you’re an accomplice. Them’s tough words, but think about it. Do the soldiers who go to war have a choice, I mean ultimately have a choice? Philips thinks they do.

There’s something to be said about reinstating the draft and probably the reason The Regime won’t do it. When there was a draft in place during Vietnam, college campuses were lively places. Deans’ offices were taken over. Flags were burned.

Today you’ll find lots of people of draft age or, to put it another way, of age to volunteer, supporting the war. You don’t see them volunteering, you just hear them supporting the war.

To friendship,
Michael

“Nothing unites a country around its leader like a war.” – Michael Smith, Reporter, The Times of London

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