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Bring back Johnny.
Bring back Charlie.
Bring back Brian.
Bring back Stephen.

Bring back Mary.
Bring back Vickie.
Bring back Kathy.
Bring back Kimberly.

                   This is what happens when a old man raps,
                   but it doesn’t matter ‘cause I’m talkin’ bout taps.
                   I’m talkin’ ‘bout death, removin’ the breath
                   ain’t givin’ you a thing, dog.
                   Makin’ you their war dog
                   for the sake of their gold,
                   the sake of their greed,
                   sake of their thing,
                   and their god is the dollar,
                   bling, bling.

Bring home Calvin.
Bring home Booker.
Bring home Marcus.
Bring home Curtis.

Bring home Aisha.
Bring home Yatima.
Bring home Maniqua.
Bring home Latanya.

Send home Jacob.
Send home Billy.
Send home Wyatt.
Send home Dillon.

Send home Emily.
Send home Kaitlyn.
Send home Brandi.
Send home Halley.

Traiga Juan a su hogar.
Traiga Pablo a su hogar.
Traiga Gilberto a su hogar.
Traiga Guillermo a su hogar.

Traiga Juanita a su hogar.
Traiga Angela a su hogar.
Traiga Lucia a su hogar.
Traiga Maria a su hogar.

Bring back my father.
Bring home my uncle.
Send back my brother.
Let our son come home.

Bring back my mother.
Bring home my daughter.
Send back my sister.
I miss my wife.

                   Give us some peace please.
                   Give us some peace please.
                   Give us some peace please.
                   Give us some peace please.

                             There’s no good reason to fight this war!
                             We’re not gonna kill anymore!
                             There’s no good reason to fight this war!
                             We’re not gonna die anymore!

Bring home our loved ones.
Bring home our loved ones.
Bring home our loved ones.
Bring our loved ones home.

                   We want some peace please.
                   We want some peace please.
                   We want some peace please.
                   We want some peace please.

                             There’s no good reason to fight this war!
                             We’re not gonna kill anymore!
                             There’s no good reason to fight this war!
                             We’re not gonna die anymore!

Bring back the people.
Bring back the people.
Bring back the people.
Bring the people home.

                   We need some peace please.
                   We need some peace please.
                   We need some peace please.
                   We need some peace please.

                             There’s no good reason to fight this war!
                             We’re not gonna kill anymore!
                             There’s no good reason to fight this war!
                             We’re not gonna die anymore!

Bring back the people.
Bring back the people.
Bring back the people.
Bring the people home.

                   The world needs some peace please.
                   The world needs some peace please.
                   The world needs some peace please.
                   The world needs some peace please.

                             There’s no good reason to fight this war!
                             We’re not gonna kill anymore!
                             There’s no good reason to fight this war!
                             We’re not gonna die anymore!

To friendship,
Michael

"The truths of religion are never so well understood as by those who have lost the power of reasoning." – Voltaire

The Mind Of Michael
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I rerecorded a lot of this and remixed most of it. So, I’m giving it another try.

There's nothing too complicated here. It’s about as simple as a song can be.

What may seem like stereotyping is really a message that we are all in this together.

I can understand and speak Spanish, but I’m not sure about the language’s nuances. The lyrics mean “Bring Pablo (or whomever) to his/her home”. If you know a more appropriate way to say that, could you please let me know?

Audio.

To friendship,
Michael

“Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.” - Sidney J. Harris

The Mind Of Michael
Speak Your Mind And Read Mine

I listened to all your recent songs and I think I like this the best. I think I should put a disclaimer here because I know less about music than I do about poetry. And I don't know jackship about poetry.

Music temps me to believe in Intelligent Design. I resist. I have joined the church of G d The Utterly Indifferent. (Sirens of Titan, Vonnegut)

Thanks, st, I can always count on you for a boost.

From what I hear, the days for allowing such ideas on the internet may be numbered. You have heard of the “two tiered” internet, haven’t you? I’ll find a good write up and I’ll direct anyone there who wants to go there. That is, of course, if there is still a there to go to.

To friendship,
Michael

“Hypocrisy is extremely difficult to hide from anyone who takes the least amount of time to think.” – Michael

The Mind Of Michael
Speak Your Mind And Read Mine