Monday Lyrics Blogging

This is a very Dylan-esque song by Larry Norman. It was recorded in 1972 (at Air Studios with the help of George Martin no less) but it's amazing how timely it still is. I'd quibble with the "it's against the law to pray in school" bit. But it's still a really great song. The Great American Novel - Larry Norman I was born and raised an orphan In a land that once was free In a land that poured its love out on the moon And I grew up in the shadows Of your silos filled with grain But you never helped to fill my empty spoon And when I was ten you murdered law With courtroom politics And you learned to make a lie sound just like truth But I know you better now And I don't fall for all your tricks And you've lost the one advantage of my youth You kill a black man at midnight Just for talking to your daughter Then you make his wife your mistress And you leave her without water And the sheet you wear upon your face Is the sheet your children sleep on At every meal you say a prayer You don't believe but still you keep on And your money says in God we trust But it's against the law to pray in school You say we beat the Russians to the moon And I say you starved your children to do it You are far across the ocean But the war is not your own And while you're winning theirs You're gonna lose the one at home Do you really think the only way To bring about the peace Is to sacrifice your children And kill all your enemies The politicians all make speeches While the news men all take note And they exagerate the issues As they shove them down our throats Is it really up to them Whether this country sinks or floats Well i wonder who would lead us If none of us would vote Well my phone is tapped and my lips are chapped From whispering through the fence You know every move i make Or is that just coincidence Will you try to make my way of life A little less like jail If i promise to make tapes and slides And send them through the mail And your money says in God we trust But it's against the law to pray in school You say we beat the russians to the moon And i say you starved your children to do it You say all men are equal all men are brothers Then why are the rich more equal than others Don't ask me for the answer i've only got one That a man leaves his darkness when he follows the Son