January 2012
48 posts
“
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique
And a swinging hot spot
Don’t it always seem to go
And you don’t know what you’ve got ‘till it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
They took all the trees
And put them in a tree museum
And they charged the people
A dollar and a half to see them
Hey Farmer Farmer
Put away your DDT
I don’t care about spots on my apples
Leave me the birds and the bees
Please!
Now, now, now
I don’t want give it-
Why you want give it,
Why you want giving it all away?
“All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.”
—J.R.R. Tolkien
