Monday, February 04, 2008

Old Song, Same Message, New Lesson

This song is interesting. It just popped into my head a few days ago, and it wouldn't stop playing. So I blogged it to get my head clear. There's a lesson in it. But read the entire song so that you don't get the wrong idea.

Everything you "hide" from children, they'll go looking for later in life.

There But For The Grace Of God Go I
By "Machine"

Carlos and Carmen Vidal
just had a child
A lovely girl with a crooked smile
Now they gotta split
'cause the Bronx ain't fit
For a kid to grow up in
Let's find a place they say,
somewhere far away
With no Blacks, no Jews and no Gays

There but for the grace of God go I

Poppy and the family left the dirty streets
To find a quiet place overseas
And year after year the kid has to hear
The do's the don'ts and the dears
And when she's ten years old
she digs that rock 'n' roll
But Poppy bans it from home

There but for the grace of God go I

Baby, she turns out to be
A natural freak
Popping pills and smoking weed
And when she's sweet sixteen
she packs her things and leaves
With a man she met on the street
Carmen starts to bawl,
bangs her head to the wall
Too much love is worse
than none at all...