Written By Michael Ubaldini - from the Album:
' 'STREET SINGIN" TROUBADOUR'
copyright- Library of congress 2009)
I was wonderin’ to myself how to achieve world peace
So I turned my ears to the masters, for they were in my reach
The actor was right before me on the TV box
Talkin’ bout his peace group, Being interviewed he talked
He went to acting school I guess that’s how he knows
He’s a very well read man; he knows how to play the role,
He talked of how he traveled and dabbled with the poor
He’s so righteous that’s what he said so I had to hear some more,
He said he wasn’t Racist; we must be color blind,
Then he talked of red & blue states, Drew a dividing line
He put down the corporate world, then I thought I heard him say
He had to catch his limousine so I went on my way,
I came upon a rally protesting some war
A peace protest with slogans Painted on a door
They started smashing windows that’s when I ducked my head,
Someone said the pledge of aligience; they beat him til he was dead
While they were rioting with police I slipped away unseen,
I guess that’s what a peaceful protest truly means,
I was stopped on a side street by a camera man,
He said he was a filmmaker
I said “I understand”
He nodded back and said he filmed Documentaries
He needed a few things,
Questions answered by me,
I asked him for credentials, he smiled and scratched his chin,
He said “No need for any truthful facts I’ll just fill that part in”
I just kept on A strollin’ some students offered me a ride,
They drove a BMW so I climbed on inside
They were all wealthy & Rich they hung out with the poor,
The said” The Poor couldn’t think for themselves so they had to teach them more”
One of em’ asked me point blank have I ever read Marx?
I said “Harpo was my favorite but Groucho had the spark”
He threw me outta his car said I was an imperialist,
I said “I’m an ordinary working stiff –Thank you for the lift”
I decided to go out to the Rock n Roll show,
But I couldn’t find one anywhere,
Business was kind of slow
A Canadian man on a corner was lookin’ pretty old
He rode atop a Golden Calf said “It had a Heart of Gold
I asked him if the world was really free to rock
He said-”Ask the guy on the corner over on the Eastern Block”
On the Eastern block stood a mansion on a hill
With a great big gate made in an ol’ steel mill
The gates they opened up, out came a bearded man,
He looked like a lobbyist with a guitar in his hand,
He put on a poor mans shirt then he began to preach
But the blue collar men and women were no longer in his reach
I could tell he was a Good man
I guess that’s the price of fame,
Intentions start out good but they always end up the same.
I came upon a valley I read all of the signs
So many groups to choose from, so I got in the shortest line
All the organizations were mini countries to themselves
With rules and fees to join
Dividing up hard earned wealth
Somehow progression means regression with a vote
So I sailed out to an Island On an old wartime U-Boat
I wound up on an Island-ran into a wise old man
He wore a derby hat I said “Mr. If ya’ can-teach me how to stop all wars Racism, poverty abound,
Cause people are talkin’ self righteously on podiums I’ve found”
He said “There will never be world peace until the day you die,
I said “Thanks’ he said “you’re welcome”
To world peace I said “goodbye”
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