Absent an impeachment of Chimpy McAWOL and Deadeye Dick and the rest of those disgusting bastards we have to endure for 598 more days I think the only way we can survive as a democracy is to return to the Woodstock nation. It worked then, why can't it again? Chimpy McAWOL would never understand...and thats why it should happen.
Crosby Stills Nash & Young - Woodstock Lyrics
Well I came across a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him tell where are you going
This he told me
Well I am going down to Yasgur's farm
Going to join in a rock and roll band
Goin' to get back to the land to set my soul free
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
Well then can I walk beside you
I have come to lose the smog
And I feel like I'm a cog in something turning
And maybe it's the time of year
Yes and maybe it's the time of man
And I don't know who I am
But life is for learning
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere there was song and celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes
Riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation.
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
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