Re: my child types...Steve Miller, Alvin Lee and the Guess Who

--- In autismlist@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx, "Tink" <tink.lecuyer@xxxx> wrote:
>
> You know I support the men's movement.  Step off platforming can 
work;
> HOWEVER - Let's ask Ben's permission before crossposting to groups 
he did
> not point out.  thanks!
> 
> He remarks:  "sit down in your Thinking Chair and think - think - 
think.
> when you use your mind, you take one step at a time."  [blue's 
clues]

Yep, that's what I did and I said to myself, "There was only song 
lyrics on that post.  What's the big deal?"

Tom
 
> ~*~ tink
> 
> -----Original Message-----
> From: autismlist@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx [mailto:autismlist@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx]
On
> Behalf Of Tom Smith
> Sent: Tuesday, October 11, 2005 7:23 PM
> To: autismlist@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx; aum@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx;
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> Subject: RE: [Autismlist] my child types...Steve Miller, Alvin Lee 
and
> the Guess Who
> --- Tink wrote:
> 
> >
> > 2.  a song:
> >
> > Space Cowboy
> >
> > By: Steve Miller and Ben Sidran
> 
> This song was the theme song for us hippies in 1967.  It captures 
the
> real political mood of us Sixties rebels which is very different 
from
> how the marxist-feminists have successfully portrayed that time.
> 
> > I told you 'bout living in the U.S. of A.
> > Don't you know that I'm a gangster of love
> > Let me tell you people that I found a new way
> > And I'm tired of all this talk about love
> > And the same old story with a new set of words
> > About the good and the bad and the poor
> > And the times keep on changin'
> > So I'm keepin' on top
> > Of every fat cat who walks through my door
> >
> > I'm a space cowboy
> > Bet you weren't ready for that
> > I'm a space cowboy
> > I'm sure you know where it's at
> > Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
> >
> > I was born on this rock
> > And I've been travelin' through space
> > Since the moment I first realized
> > What all you fast talkin' cats would do if you could
> > You know, I'm ready for the final surprise
> > There ain't no way around it
> > Ain't nothing to say
> > That's gonna satisfy my soul deep inside
> > All the prayers and surveyors
> > Keep the whole place uptight
> > While it keeps on gettin' darker outside
> >
> > I'm a space cowboy
> > Bet you weren't ready for that
> > I'm a space cowboy
> > I'm sure you know where it's at
> > Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
> >
> > I see the show downs, slow downs, lost and found, turn arounds
> > The boys in the military shirts
> > I keep my eyes on the prize, on the long fallen skies
> > And I don't let my friends get hurt
> > All you back room schemers, small trip dreamers
> > Better find something new to say
> > Cause you're the same old story
> > It's the same old crime
> > And you got some heavy dues to pay
> >
> > I'm a space cowboy
> > Bet you weren't ready for that
> > I'm a space cowboy
> > I'm sure you know where it's at
> > Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
> 
> The other song in this vein came in the early Seventies by Ten Years
> After called "I Want to Change The World" released in 1971.  [Note 
to
> Joe Penny...I used that line "We didn't know what to do" when
> explaining our mood during the war.  I was thinking of this song.  I
> knew what to do in 1980 when I went to the library to research
> feminism.  It was then I discovered THE BIG AMERICAN LIE]
> 
> http://www.lyricsfreak.com/t/ten-years-after/135632.html
> 
> Everywhere is freaks and hairies
> Dykes and fairies, tell me where is sanity
> Tax the rich, feed the poor
> Till there are no rich no more
> 
> I'd love to change the world
> But I don't know what to do
> So I'll leave it up to you
> 
> Population keeps on breeding
> Nation bleeding, still more feeding economy
> Life is funny, skies are sunny
> Bees make honey, who needs money, monopoly
> 
> I'd love to change the world
> But I don't know what to do
> So I'll leave it up to you
> 
> World pollution, there's no solution
> Institution, electrocution
> Just black and white, rich or poor
> Them and us, stop the war
> 
> I'd love to change the world
> But I don't know what to do
> So I'll leave it up to you
> 
> 
> Now we come full circle to the last NON marxist-feminist song 
mentioned
> by you when Ben gets mad at you, the Guess Who's "American Women".
> After that song the marxist feminists had enough control of the rock
> music business to make sure none or little of that kind of lyric
> emerged for now going on thirty years.
> 
> If you wanted to make it in the arts the past thirty years YOU HAD 
TO
> BE A PROFESSED FEMINIST.  That's why the arts are dead.  Now it is
> happenning in all fields.  That's why America is dying.
> 
> Tom
> 
> 
> > Best Blessings,
> > ~*~ Ben & tink
> >
>






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