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The Golden Age of Beer
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BP are a bunch of corporate memory-destroying fret-wanking MTV-supporting fame-chasing money-grubbing grave-robbing publicity-loving nostril-hair-braiding vacuo
I recently discovered the strength my parents demonstrated during the difficult times that haunted my childhood. They shielded my siblings and me from a lot of the hardships they experienced, which allowed us to grow up to be happy, secure adults. As a parent now myself, I appreciate how difficult their task was. This song came to me when I was thinking about how I can live up to their example while raising my son. I wrote it for my son, but I now feel compelled to tell everyone about my parents' strengths. It is an absolute thrill having these lyrics published in a book that will reach an international audience. I believe that the theme of my song is universal, and I hope that it will inspire others all over the world to feel a similar gratitude toward anyone special in their lives.
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Genre
Alternative Indie
Charts
Peak #190
Peak in subgenre #40
Author
Love
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freeware
Uploaded
April 15, 2004
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MP3 3.7 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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What I can say? Brilliant. Brilliant. I find that the Arnaldo Antunes would adore to record the Birigüi. E the Iranian Cinema, ah, Gallery Joana D'arc. A good place to really find the friends. Speaks Lu, as the things go muié? I found the Ju in the party of the Yearbook and remembered that vocês they are ghosts. They are not real, nor they live in São Paulo and they must laugh at my face all time that I ask because people never meet, heheheh. It must be a wave. This is, alone passed here to give one looked at later a long time without having access blogs. smack Leo Leo_CÊ|Email|04.13.04 - 7:42 p.m.|#
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They say that things are different From how they used to be New troubles coming every day But it don't bother me. The news is getting worse and worse But I don't want to hear Let the world go straight to hell I'm in the golden age of beer Countless workers lose their jobs While corporations merge Wall Street shows approval With a Dow Jones average serge The people shake their heads and sigh Some even shed a tear But I can't be demoralized Here in the golden age Amber ale and porter Stout and bitter, too I'd find it so uplifting To lift a pint with you George Bush is playing soldier Back east in Babylon While little kids go hungry Cause all the money's gone While Rome burns down I fiddle A tune that's full of cheer My motto's "what, me worry?" Here in the golden age of beer
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