Samizdat
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
  Goodness Gracious
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Kevin Gilbert was a very talented musician and writer. The lyrics to this song make it appear that he could also see into the future. But actually, though it is eerily accurate to our circumstances today, it was written during the first U.S. invasion of Iraq.

Goodness Gracious
by Kevin Gilbert
Born 1967 - Died 1996
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Goodness Gracious is there nothing left to say?
When the ones that get to keep looking
are the ones that look away
It's pabulum for the sleepers
in the cult of brighter days
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Goodness Gracious at the mercy of the crooks
We're broke and stroking vegetables
and there's way too many cooks
In every pot a pink slip, In every mouth a hook
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Goodness Gracious I'm not listening anymore
Cause the spooks are in the White House
and they've justified a war
So wake me when they notify
we're gonna fight some more
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Goodness Gracious not many people care
Concern is getting scarcer
true compassion really rare
I can see it on our faces. I can feel it in the air
Goodness Gracious me.
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Goodness Gracious my generation's lost
They burned down all our bridges
before we had a chance to cross
Is it the winter of our discontent or just an early frost?
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Goodness Gracious of apathy I sing
The baby boomers had it all and wasted everything
Now recess is almost over
and they won't get off the swing.
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Goodness Gracious we came in at the end
No sex that isn't dangerous, no money left to spend
We're the cleanup crew for parties
we were too young to attend
Goodness Gracious me.
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Goodness Gracious my grandma used to say
The world's a scary place now,
things were different in her day
What horrors will be commonplace
when my hair starts to grey?
 
Comments:
Damn, that is good!

Do I dare ask what became of Kevin Gilbert that he would die at such a young age?

Is he another young man that president bush has spat upon while vacationing?
 
No, he accidentally hanged himself with a leather belt tied to a bed-post.
 
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