Flagmaker, 1775
Jul. 4th, 2005 11:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lotusbiosmThis is the song that popped into my head while I was watching the fireworks on the mall. It's from Songs for a New World which is my favorite album.
With the guns flaring and the drums pounding, there's no hope of getting rest.
With the lights glaring and the call sounding and the clenching in your chest.
When the man's in battle and the baby's rattle only makes you more depressed...
The wise woman does what she knows- If it's fighting, she fights, if it's sewing, she sews.
When the tension inside overflows and goes too far-
One more star, one more stripe, to escape your lonely bed
one more star, one more stripe, join the blue, the white and red
one more star, one more stripe, as you pray your child's not dead.
With the roof leaking, and the wall's wetter and the night as black as pitch. With wind shrieking and his last letter says he's fighting in a ditch. When the candle flickers and the river bickers what else can you do but stitch?
One more star, one more stripe, till you feel the rising sun.
One more star, one more stripe, till this foolishnees is done.
One more star, one more stripe... will be waiting when we've won.
Grab a needle, grab a thimble, if it's all that keeps you sane. Think of freedom as a symbol, think of justice as a gain. Think of life with independence, think of muskets and brigades. Think of taking the oppressor, think of banners and parades. When the gate creaks, and the paint cracks and the cat cries and the night crawls, raise a flag, raise a flag, raise a flag, till you're free.
One more star, one more stripe, till this bloodshed's finally through.
One more star, one more stripe, till they come back home to you.
One more star, one more stripe, when there's nothing you can do.
If they take all the things that define what you were and are... one more star.
With the guns flaring and the drums pounding, there's no hope of getting rest.
With the lights glaring and the call sounding and the clenching in your chest.
When the man's in battle and the baby's rattle only makes you more depressed...
The wise woman does what she knows- If it's fighting, she fights, if it's sewing, she sews.
When the tension inside overflows and goes too far-
One more star, one more stripe, to escape your lonely bed
one more star, one more stripe, join the blue, the white and red
one more star, one more stripe, as you pray your child's not dead.
With the roof leaking, and the wall's wetter and the night as black as pitch. With wind shrieking and his last letter says he's fighting in a ditch. When the candle flickers and the river bickers what else can you do but stitch?
One more star, one more stripe, till you feel the rising sun.
One more star, one more stripe, till this foolishnees is done.
One more star, one more stripe... will be waiting when we've won.
Grab a needle, grab a thimble, if it's all that keeps you sane. Think of freedom as a symbol, think of justice as a gain. Think of life with independence, think of muskets and brigades. Think of taking the oppressor, think of banners and parades. When the gate creaks, and the paint cracks and the cat cries and the night crawls, raise a flag, raise a flag, raise a flag, till you're free.
One more star, one more stripe, till this bloodshed's finally through.
One more star, one more stripe, till they come back home to you.
One more star, one more stripe, when there's nothing you can do.
If they take all the things that define what you were and are... one more star.
