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Thread #21879   Message #2710210
Posted By: oldhippie
27-Aug-09 - 06:31 PM
Thread Name: Songs of Anxiety about technology
Subject: RE: Songs of Anxiety about technology
HOW FAR WE HAVE COME
Bill Frederick

When our fathers came to this golden land
There was nothing but forests and rivers and sand
And a few million Indians running around
Now look what we've made of the little they found

There's cities of silver that shine in the night
Churches of splendor and halls of delight
And only an echo of Indian drums
Who can deny how far we have come

The slave ships they came with the whip and the rack
And a million black people with scars on their back
Picked cotton, drew water, and slept in the cold
With a bible for comfort they were happy and cold

The laws they were passed, slavery went
Our lives integrated at least six percent
In the sharecroppers shack and the big city slum
Who can deny how far we have come

The immigrants came from the green Irish shore
From Poland and Russia, ten million and more
Germany, Italy, all the world round
To settle our ghettos and immigrant towns

Their brains and their bodies they put to the wheel
To build our great factories and towers of steel
To march to our battles and carry our guns
Who can deny how far we have come

Now all through the Andes, they've heard of our name
On the factory wall, in the palace of shame
They drink Coca Cola and the times that they spend
Goes straight to the pockets of our businessmen

To pay for our Fords, and our split level homes
Our Hi-Fis and records and six percent loans
Our profits protected with dictators guns
Who can deny how far we have come

In Asia and Africa, they're learning too
How free enterprise can do wonders for you
South Africas prisons are bursting with men
Barbed wire keeps the Vietnamese in
Where elections are daydreams that never get far
American weapons are there standing guard
We're ready to fight for the lands that we run
Who can deny how far we have come

Our fears they are many though they're seldom saved
They're black and they're yellow and they're brown and they're red
They see through the legend, they smell the decay
They're learning to fight the American way

And we in our armchairs are quick to condemn
Our bankbooks are falling, our profits might end
The breaking of change is our funeral hum
Who can deny how far we have come

When our fathers came to this golden land
There was nothing but forests and rivers and sand
And a few million Indians running around
Now look what we've made of the little they found

There's cities of silver that shine in the night
Churches of splendor and halls of delight
And only an echo of Indian drums
Who can deny how far we have come