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And so it goes...

  1. paradigmsearch profile image88
    paradigmsearchposted 5 years ago

    Listen, children, to a story
    That was written long ago,
    'Bout a kingdom on a mountain
    And the valley-folk below.

    On the mountain was a treasure
    Buried deep beneath the stone,
    And the valley-people swore
    They'd have it for their very own.

    Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
    Go ahead and cheat a friend.
    Do it in the name of Heaven,
    You can justify it in the end.
    There won't be any trumpets blowing
    Come the judgement day,
    On the bloody morning after....
    One tin soldier rides away.

    So the people of the valley
    Sent a message up the hill,
    Asking for the buried treasure,
    Tons of gold for which they'd kill.

    Came an answer from the kingdom,
    "With our brothers we will share
    All the secrets of our mountain,
    All the riches buried there."

    Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
    Go ahead and cheat a friend.
    Do it in the name of Heaven,
    You can justify it in the end.
    There won't be any trumpets blowing
    Come the judgement day,
    On the bloody morning after....
    One tin soldier rides away.

    Now the valley cried with anger,
    "Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"
    And they killed the mountain-people,
    So they won their just reward.

    Now they stood beside the treasure,
    On the mountain, dark and red.
    Turned the stone and looked beneath it...
    "Peace on Earth" was all it said.

    Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
    Go ahead and cheat a friend.
    Do it in the name of Heaven,
    You can justify it in the end.
    There won't be any trumpets blowing
    Come the judgement day,
    On the bloody morning after....
    One tin soldier rides away.

    Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
    Go ahead and cheat a friend.
    Do it in the name of Heaven,
    You can justify it in the end.
    There won't be any trumpets blowing
    Come the judgement day,
    On the bloody morning after....
    One tin soldier rides away.

    1. lizzieBoo profile image80
      lizzieBooposted 5 years ago in reply to this

      Is this your ballad?

  2. paradigmsearch profile image88
    paradigmsearchposted 5 years ago

    Alas, I wish this was mine. But it is not. I'm just having another song lyrics flashback. smile

  3. wilderness profile image94
    wildernessposted 5 years ago

    Yes, Lambert and Potter had it together when they wrote that song and Original Caste did it justice.  I've always liked it, although I guess I'm dating myself here.

    1. paradigmsearch profile image88
      paradigmsearchposted 5 years ago in reply to this

      You don't look a day over 40. big_smile

  4. paradigmsearch profile image88
    paradigmsearchposted 5 years ago

    "Sly Stone Homeless and Living In a Van"

    "Sly Stone -- once one of the biggest names in soul music -- now lives in a white van he routinely parks in the rough Crenshaw neighborhood of Los Angeles. "

  5. paradigmsearch profile image88
    paradigmsearchposted 5 years ago

    Bump. Nostalgia binge. Sorry. big_smile

 
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