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on 3/17/03 4:17 PM, JBFRAME at aol.com at JBFRAME at aol.com wrote:

US abandons efforts to obtain UN support for invasion of Iraq:


GimmeShelter  

Mick Jagger & Keith Richards   1969

Oh, a storm is threatening my very life today.
If I don¹t get some shelter,
I¹m gonna fade away.

War, children, it¹s just a shot away, it¹s just a shot away.
War, children, it¹s just a shot away, it¹s just a shot away.

See the fire sweepin¹ out every street today,
Burns like a red coal carpet, mad bull lost its way.

War, children, it¹s just a shot away, it¹s just a shot away.
War, children, it¹s just a shot away, it¹s just a shot away.

Rape!  Murder! It¹s just a shot away, it¹s just a shot away.
Rape!  Murder! It¹s just a shot away, it¹s just a shot away.

The floods is threat¹ning my very life today.
Gimme, gimme shelter or I¹m gonna fade away.

War, children, it¹s just a shot away, it¹s just a shot away.
It¹s just a shot away, it¹s just a shot away, it¹s just a shot away.

Love, sister, it¹s just a kiss away, it¹s just a kiss away.
It¹s just a kiss away, it¹s just a kiss away,
It¹s just a kiss away, it¹s just a kiss away.


One hundred years from this dqy
will the people still feel this way,
still say the things they're sayin' right now?

Everyone said I'd hurt hurt you,
they said that I'd desert you,
You know if I go away I'm gonna get back somehow.

Nobody seems to know
what kind of trouble we're in,
Nobody seems to think
it all might happen again,

One-hundred years from this time,
will anybody change their mind?
And find out one thing or two about life?

But people are always talkin',
you know they're always talkin',
Everybody's so wrong, that I know it's gonna work out right.

Nobody knows
what kind of trouble we're in,
Nobody seems to think,
it all might happen again!


If you want gratuitous backbiting for entertainment, the Gram Parsons
bulletin board is your source for vicious, racist, completely ad hominem
attacks.

I was listening to "Let it Bleed" tonight. Keith Richards and Gram Parsons
confronting the apocalypse.  So ya got the silver, ya got the gold. And I'm
a flea-bit peanut monkey; all my friends are junkies.

Peace,
Pipe dreams,
Joe


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