Three Songs.
Big Yellow Taxi Joni Mitchell
Earth Song Michael Jackson
Wond’ring Again Jethro Tull
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Big yellow taxi – Joni Mitchell – video
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swinging hot spot
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you got ’til it’s gone
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
And they charged the people a dollar and a half to see them
No, no, no
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you got ’til it’s gone
They paved paradise, and put up a parking lot
I don’t care about spots on my apples
Leave me the birds and the bees
Please
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you got ’til it’s gone
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
Hey now, they paved paradise to put up a parking lot
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Michael Jackson – Earth Song – video
What about sunrise?
What about rain?
What about all the things
That you said we were to gain?
What about killing fields?
Is there a time?
What about all the things
That you said was yours and mine?
Did you ever stop to notice
All the blood we’ve shed before?
Did you ever stop this notice
This crying Earth, these weeping shores?
What have we done to the world?
Look what we’ve done
What about all the peace
That you pledge your only son?
What about flowering fields?
Is there a time?
What about all the dreams
That you said was yours and mine?
Did you ever stop to notice
All the children dead from war?
Did you ever stop to notice
This crying Earth, these weeping shores?
I used to dream
I used to glance beyond the stars
Now, I don’t know where we are
Although I know we’ve drifted far
Hey, what about yesterday?
(What about us?)
What about the seas?
(What about us?)
The heavens are falling down
(What about us?)
I can’t even breathe
(What about us?)
What about Africans?
(What about us?)
We’re ravaging the seas
(What about us?)
What about forest trails?
Burnt despite our pleas
(What about us?)
What about the holy land?
(What about it?)
Torn apart by creed
(What about us?)
Where did we go wrong?
Someone tell me why
(What about us?)
What about baby boy?
(What about it?)
What about the days?
(What about us?)
What about all their joy?
Do they give a damn?
Songwriter: Michael Jackson 1995
There’s the stillness of death on a deathly unliving sea,
And the motor car magical world long since ceased to be,
When the Eve-bitten apple returned to destroy the tree.
Incestuous ancestry’s charabanc ride,
Spawning new millions throws the world on its side.
Supporting their far-flung illusion, the national curse,
And those with no sandwiches please get off the bus.
The excrement bubbles,
The century’s slime decays
And the brainwashing government lackeys
Would have us say
It’s under control and we’ll soon be on our way
To a grand year for babies and quiz panel games
Of the hot hungry millions you’ll be sure to remain.
The natural resources are dwindling and no one grows old,
And those with no homes to go to, please dig yourself holes.
We wandered through quiet lands, felt the first breath of snow.
Searched for the last pigeon, slate grey I’ve been told.
Stumbled on a daffodil which she crushed in the rush, heard it sigh,
And left it to die.
At once felt remorse and were touched by the loss of our own,
Held its poor broken head in her hands,
Dropped soft tears in the snow,
And it’s only the taking that makes you what you are.
Wond’ring aloud will a son one day be born
To share in our infancy
In the child’s path we’ve worn.
In the aging seclusion of this earth that our birth did surprise
We’ll open his eyes.
