Anonymous ID: 482839 Dec. 4, 2025, 8:02 p.m. No.23942758   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnGMJLHFrqc

The Great Deception

>1973 ~50 years ago

Did you ever hear about the great deception

Where the plastic revolutionaries take the money and run

Have you ever been down to love city

Where they rip you off with a smile

And it don't take a gun

 

Don't it hurt so bad in love city

Don't it make you not want to bother at all

And don't they look so self righteous

When they pin you up against the wall

 

Did you ever, ever see the people

With the tear drops in their eyes

I just can't stand it, stand it no how

Living in this world of lies

 

Did you ever hear about the rock and roll singers

Got three or four Cadillacs

Saying power to the people, dance to the music

Wants you to pat him on the back

 

Have you ever heard about the great Rembrandt

Have you ever heard about how he could paint

And he didn't have enough money for his brushes

And they thought it was rather quaint

 

But you know it's no use repeating

And you know it's no use to think about it

'Cause when you stop to think about it

You don't need it

 

Have you ever heard about the great Hollywood motion picture actor

Who knew more than they did

And the newspapers didn't cover the story

Just decided to keep it hid.

 

Somebody started saying it was an inside job

Whatever happened to him?

Last time they saw him down on the Bow'ry

With his lip hanging off an old rusty bottle of gin

 

Have you ever heard about the so-called hippies

Down on the far side of the tracks

They take the eyeballs straight out of your head

Say son, kid, do you want your eyeballs back

 

Did you ever see the people

With the tear drops in their eyes

Just can't stand it no how

Living in this world of lies

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>>10051355 (You)

 

>>10051401 (You)

 

Anons, hoary sheet I had no idea this existed.

 

Prophetic.

Anonymous ID: 482839 Dec. 4, 2025, 8:07 p.m. No.23942779   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gATRvqTs_zQ

Be Thou My Vision

Van Morrison

 

Be Thou my vision, oh Lord of my heart

Nought be all else to me, save that Thy art

Thou my best thought in the day and the night

Waking or sleeping, Thou presence my light

 

Be Thou my wisdom, be Thou my true word

I ever with Thee and Thou with me Lord

Thou my great Father and I Thy true son

Thou in me dwelling and I with Thee one

 

Be Thou my breastplate, my sword for the fight

Be Thou my armour and be Thou my might

Thou my soul shelter, and Thy my high tower

Raise Thou me heavenwards, oh power of my power

 

Riches I need not, nor man's empty praise

Thou mine inheritance through all of my days

Thou and Thou only though first in my heart

High king of heaven my treasure Thou art

 

Oh high king of heaven, when battle is done

Grant heaven's joy to me, bright heaven sun

Christ of my own heart, whatever befall

Still be my vision, though ruler of all

 

Da, da, da, da, da, etc.

Anonymous ID: 482839 Dec. 4, 2025, 8:08 p.m. No.23942783   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qZhMvLuoMaM

Bob Dylan - Changing of the Guards (Official Audio)

 

16 years

16 banners united over the field

Where the good shepherd grieves

Desperate men, desperate women divided

Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves

 

Fortune calls

I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace

Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down

She's smelling sweet, like the meadows where she was born

On midsummer's eve, near the tower

 

The cold-blooded moon

The captain waits above the celebration

Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid

Whose ebony face is beyond communication

The captain is down, but still believing that his love will be repaid

 

They shaved her head

She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo

A messenger arrived with a black nightingale

I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow

Follow her down past the fountain, where they lifted her veil

 

I stumbled to my feet

I rode past destruction in the ditches

With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo

Renegade priests and treacherous young witches

Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you

 

The palace of mirrors

Where dog soldiers are reflected

The endless road and the wailing of chimes

The empty rooms where her memory is protected

Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times

 

She wakes him up

48 hours later, the sun is breaking

Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks

She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking

He's pulling her down, and she's clutching on to his long golden locks

 

Gentlemen, he said

I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes

I've moved your mountains and marked your cards

But Eden is burning, either get ready for elimination

Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards

 

Peace will come

With tranquillity and splendour on the wheels of fire

But will offer no reward when her false idols fall

And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating

Between the King and the Queen of Swords