tape parade over the rain forest, As ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head, As ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head going down stream...
scriptures to the tabloids All the fuss and fight none above a whisper The soul of gold the belly of a boy Well they drew him from the forest Like they
, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities There's no land but the land looked at my hands, and there's a red stream that went streaming through the
bells of freedom ring Songs of love to Friday's king Let's all go to The magician's birthday It's in a forest But not so far away Much to do And so much
and pours out its nauseating sparkles into a seemingly pure water, though oddly tainted with turquoise nuances. This river meanders along the outskirts of an haunted forest
This land is your land This land is my land From California to the New York island; From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was
the tabloids All the fuss and fight none above a whisper From the soul of gold to the belly of a boy Well they drew him from the forest like they draw
blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities There's no land but the land Looked at my hands, and there's a red stream That went streaming through
me For it is you not me That's the part you fail to see I am the forest, now I'm a tree The air is dirty, I cannot breathe My streams run empty, my
Run through forests On a hot Summer day Trying to break down Walls of numbing pain Give me the freedom to destroy Give me radioactive toy Taste the
The picture is far too big to look at kid Your eyes won't open wide enough And you are constantly surrounded By the swirling stream of what is and what
concrete forest of course it is of course it is The lamp posts are the oak trees the street tops are the streams The natives all stay inside their huts
poor ones who have none though they have tried Someone is drowning down there in the flood But this river will dry by tomorrow Is it ocean or stream
This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters This land was
said you were loving me You said I could never see The forest for the trees Where you're concerned Just another game you've lost And just another stream
WOODY GUTHRIE Chorus: This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream
land was made for you and me This land is your land This land is my land From California To the New York island From the Redwood Forest To the Gulf Stream