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Old Jed
Old Jed lives in a backwoods farm
he does all right he ain't no harm
he buys and sells and lends and shares
everything he needs is on the farm somewhere
O'er the past few years he's heard the news
that the men from the city with the shiny shoes
want to put up masts and dig in lines
old Jed's having a mighty fine time
Down from the city some fat high flyer
thinks the locals are dim but the price gets higher
old Jed knows there's a shilling to be made
better bring your wallet before your spade
With the government grants and various schemes
old Jed doesn't have to plant no seed
gone are the days of long hours on the farm
Jed's on the net with a dish on the barn
Old Jed's building a brand new house
it ain't on the farm and it ain't in the south
Florida it seems is the place to be
old Jed's living in luxury.
Charles M. Moore
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On a lonely mountain
On a lonely mountain
in a far and distant land
lives a man that's seen the world go round
since the world began
the storytellers tell me
when a stranger passes by
if he listens to the mountain
he can hear the old man cry
'Tell your friends when you go home
To change the path they're walking on
The world will fall into decay
And man will simply pass away
What's right is right, What's done is done
You should unite and act as one
So think as you go on your way
Remember what you hear me say'.
The old man is the keeper
the mountain is the key
when man goes wrong the mountain cracks
and crumbles to the sea
the sands are washed on every shore
and if you are inclined
you could look upon those grains of sand
as man's eternal crimes.
Charles M. Moore
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One of the bold.
Stay close beside me and follow the tune
as you brushed away freedom with political brooms
and step lightly gently conforming the mass
in the chains that prevent them from having a past
Pretty boy pretty the mirrors your friend
the one you can trust who'll be there to the end
he smiles before you and watches your back
as the marionettes dance to the war of attack
Giants once walked where you find yourself now
the ones who created their dreams with a plough
with blisters that wept with the tears of their brow
and the knowledge of knowing they'd get there somehow
So sing to me tell me come dance the parade
say it's not about killing but how many were saved
and write down the stories you'll read when your old
when you had that one chance to be one of the bold.
Charles M. Moore
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One of the free
Oh how it feels to be one of the free
and not to be tied like the others I see
to escape from the chains of mediocrity
and bask in the sun of the people
Oh how it's great to be one of the brave
who stood up and spoke for the ones I could save
and broke down the barriers of hatred and rage
just to be one of the free.
Charles M. Moore
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