Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 06:14:32 +0000
Subject: Re: a haard rain's a'gonna fall - on iraq


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Kenneth-cum-Dylan brings us to the soon-to-be-deserted deserts of the
amBush:

> Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
> Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
> I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
> I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
> I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
> I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
> I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
> And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
> And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And I ask, once more
My dear Brethren
What is called Peace?
Peace not armed
Peace not harmed
By alarm
By false calm
By force of arms
Enforced by arms...?

Peace against War
Is a War against War
Is War once more

And I ask, once more
My dear Brethren
What is called Peace?

Amor Fati
Is a hard hard rain
We cannot make b'fall
Will not at all
Make War befall
At All... but

Sing Neither-Nor
Neither peace nor war
No peace
No war
No 'gainst
No for
No no

no

Just
Peace

sorrowful regards

michaelPeace


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> Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
> Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
> I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
> I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
> I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
> I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
> I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
> And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
> And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.