Let The Song Protest...

my2handsmy2hands Posts: 17,117
edited June 2006 in A Moving Train
PEARL JAM ONLY... covers are welcome :)

EDUCATION

I'm questioning my education
Is my education who I am now?
While you're deciding, I've been finding
Looking around in the here and now.
If I've been taught from the beginning
Would my fears now by winning?

I'm questioning my own equation
Is my own equation relevant somehow?
The flags are waving, the news is breaking
See the man who can't pick out his own tie
If I've been taught from the beginning
Would my fears now be winning?
A wild world, figuring out the answers
I'll be in my own dance and I, I, yeah, I, I....
I'm questioning my education
Rewind and what does it show?
Could be, the truth it becomes you
I'm a seed, wondering why it grows
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  • my2handsmy2hands Posts: 17,117
    Last stop on the west coast line
    South of the northern border
    One small corner on my mind

    Everybody, they know me there
    Don't get any second glances
    Chances are that they don't care

    The world has come undone
    Like to change it everyday
    Change don't come at once
    It's a wave... building before it breaks


    Can't wait for election day
    Witness the occupation
    Corporations rule the day
    Well you know the pendulum throws
    Farther out to the one side, swinging
    Has to sweep back the other way

    The world has come undone
    Another day and who can wait
    Change don't come at once
    It's a wave building before it breaks

    All this hope and nowhere to go
    This is how I used to feel, but no more
    The world has come undone
    Like a game that few can play
    Change don't come from one
    It's a wave... building before it breaks



    I love this song... I was lucky enough to hear it at the Gorge the only time it has ever been played live :)
  • my2handsmy2hands Posts: 17,117
    How long must she stand
    Before the ground, it gives way
    To an endless fall
    She can feel this
    War on her face
    Stars on her pillow
    Folding in darkness
    Begging for slumber

    I'm not blind
    I can see it coming
    Looks like lightning
    In my child's eye

    I'm not frantic
    I can feel it coming
    Violently shakes
    My body

    Her son's slanted
    Always giving her
    The sideways eye
    An empty chair where dad sits
    How loud can silence get?
    And mom, she reassures
    To contain him
    But it's becoming a lie

    She tells herself
    And everyone else
    Father is risking
    His life for our freedoms

    I'm not blind
    I can see it coming
    Looks like lightning
    In my childs eye

    I'm not frantic
    I can feel it coming
    Darling you'll save me
    If you save yourself
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