Glad you enjoyed it. Had you heard the song before?
Bob
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From: blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
[mailto:blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx] On Behalf Of Miriam Vieni
Sent: Thursday, July 28, 2016 4:26 PM
To: blind-democracy@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Subject: [blind-democracy] Re: How Close Are We to Nuclear War?
Bob,
Thank you so much for that wonderful video. I love John Denver and the
meaning is so gorgeous and so appropriate for this time when our government
is, once more, moving so close to war with Putin's Russia.
Miriam
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[mailto:blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx] On Behalf Of Bob Hachey
Sent: Thursday, July 28, 2016 8:59 AM
To: blind-democracy@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Subject: [blind-democracy] Re: How Close Are We to Nuclear War?
Hi all,
IT's time for a song by John Denver; unfortunately, this one was not nearly
as popular as his big hits of the 1970's. He wrote it in the late 1980's
after a visit to Russia.
Pasted below my name are a Youtube link to a video of the song along with
the lyrics. The song is sung by both Denver an a famous Russian singer and
Denver begins the video with a heartfelt introduction. The song is entitled,
"let us begin, what are we making weapons for." How many of you have heard
this song before? My guess is not many. How sad.
Bob Hachey
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4GIlrEC_EiM
"Let Us Begin (What Are We Making Weapons For)"
I am the son of a grassland farmer, western Oklahoma, nineteen forty-three.
I always felt grateful to live in the land of the free.
I gave up my father to South Korea, the mind of my brother to Vietnam, now
there's a banker who says I must give up my land.
There are four generations of blood in this topsoil, four generations of
love on this farm.
Before I give up, I would gladly give up my right arm.
What are we making weapons for? Why keep on feeding the war machine?
We take it right out of the mouths of our babies, take it away from the
hands of the poor, tell me, what are we making weapons for?
I had a son and my son was a soldier, he was so like my father, he was so
much like me.
To be a good comrade was the best that he dreamed he could be.
He gave up his future to revolution, his life to a battle that just can't be
won.
For this is not living, to live at the point of a gun.
I remember the nine hundred days of Leningrad, The sound of the dying, the
cut of the cold, I remember the moments, I prayed I would never grow old.
What are we making weapons for? Why keep on feeding the war machine?
We take it right out of the mouths of our babies, take it away from the
hands of the poor, tell me, what are we making weapons for?
For the first time in my life I feel like a prisoner, a slave to the ways of
the powers that be.
And I fear for my children, as I fear for the future I see.
Tell me how can it be we're still fighting each other? What does it take for
a people to learn?
If our song is not sung as a chorus, we surely will burn.
What are we making weapons for? Why keep on feeding the war machine?
We take it right out of the mouths of our babies, take it away from the
hands of the poor, tell me, what are we making weapons for?
Have we all forgotten all the lives that we are given, all the vows that
were taken, saying never again, Now for the first time, this could be the
last time. If peace is our vision, let us begin.
Have we all forgotten all the lives that we are given, all the vows that
were taken, saying never again, Now for the first time, this could be the
last time. If peace is our vision, let us begin, let us begin.
