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The destruction of the ancient city of Pompeii is used as a metaphore to describe the relationship of the speaker

I was left to my own devices

Many days fell away with nothing to show

And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love

Great clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from above

But if you close your eyes

Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?

And if you close your eyes

Does it almost feel like you've been here before?

How am I going to be an optimist about this?

How am I going to be an optimist about this?

We were caught up and lost in all of our vices

In your pose as the dust settled around us

And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love

Great clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from above

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Compares the French Revolution and rise of Napoleon with the 1968 student riots

The wands of smoke are rising

From the walls of the Bastille

And through the streets of Paris

Runs a sense of the unreal

The Kings have all departed

There servants are nowhere

We burned out their mansions

In the name of Robespierre

And still we wait

To see the day begin

Our time is wasting in the wind

Wondering why

Wondering why, it echoes

Through the lonely palace of Versailles

Inside the midnight councils

The lamps are burning low

Oh you sit and talk all through the night

But there's just no place to go

And Bonaparte is coming

With his army from the south

Marat your days are numbered

And we live hand to mouth

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Al Stewart - The Palace Of Versailles (1978) (HQ Remastered Audio & HD 720p Video)

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About the Holocaust in WWll

Feel this

To all those races, colors, and creeds, every man bleeds for the

Countless victims and all their families of

The murdered, tortured and slaved, raped, robbed and persecuted

Never Again, To the men, women, and children

Who died in their struggle to survive, never to be forgotten

Reuven Ben Menachum, yo..

Yo my own blood, dragged through the mud

Perished in my heart still cherished and loved

Stripped of our pride, everything we lived for

Families cried, there's no where to run to, no where to hide

Tossed to the side, Access denied

6 million died for what? Yo a man shot dead in his back

Helpless women and children under constant attack

For no reason, till the next season, and we still bleeding

Yo it's freezing, And men burn in hell, some for squeezing

No hope for a remedy, nothing to believe

Moving targets who walk with the star in their sleeve

Forever marked wit a number, tattooed to your body

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About the 1814 Battle of New Orleans

All around that dull grey world

From Moscow to Berlin

People storm the barricades

Walls go tumbling in

The counter-revolution

People smiling through their tears

Who can give them back their lives

And all those wasted years?

All those precious wasted years

Who will pay?

All around that dull grey world

Of ideology

People storm the marketplace

And buy up fantasy

The counter-revolution

At the counter of a store

People buy the things they want

And borrow for a little more

All those wasted years

All those precious wasted years

Who will pay?

Do we have to be forgiving at last?

What else can we do?

Do we have to say goodbye to the past?

Yes I guess we do

All around this great big world

All the crap we had to take

Bombs and basement fallout shelters

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About the sinking of RMS Titanic

It was on one Monday morning

About one o'clock

When that great Titanic

Began to reel and rock

People began to scream and cry

Saying, oh, Lord, we're going to die

It was sad when that great ship went down

It was sad when that great ship went down

It was sad when that great ship went down

Husbands and their wives, little children lost their lives

It was sad when that great ship went down

When building that great ship

They said what they would do

They said that they could build a ship

That water would not go through

God with power in his hand

Showed the world it could not stand

It was sad when that great ship went down

When that great ship left England

She was making for the shores

When the rich declared

They would not ride with the poor

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About the Chernobyl disaster

I hear the thunder

Three miles away

The island's leaking

Into the bay

The poison is spreading

The demon is free

And people are running from

What they can't even see

Face the fire

You can't turn away

The risk grows greater

With each passing day

The waiting's over

The moment has come

To kill the fire

And turn to the sun

They'll take your money

And then take your health

To line their pockets with

Unequaled wealth

These men are under

The power of gold

We won't be safe until we

Shut them down cold

Face the fire

You can't turn away

The risk grows greater

With each passing day

The waiting's over

The moment has come

To kill the fire

And turn to the sun

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About the dropp of  the first atomic bomb on Hiroshima on 6 August 1945

Enola Gay

You should have stayed at home yesterday

Ah-ha words can't describe

The feeling and the way you lied

These games you play

They're going to end in more than tears some day

Ah-ha Enola Gay

It shouldn't ever have to end this way

It's eight fifteen

And that's the time that it's always been

We got your message on the radio

Conditions normal and you're coming home

Enola Gay

Is mother proud of little boy today

Ah-ha this kiss you give

It's never ever going to fade away

Enola Gay

It shouldn't ever have to end this way

Ah-ha Enola Gay

It shouldn't fade in our dreams away

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Using the American Colonies relationship with the King of England as a metaphor for the relationship between a father and son

"Welcome to the first level literati

Our mission is to keep the tradition alive

It's up to us

It's our responsibility

Who else is going to do it?"

This is the night

Light up the fire in the forge

We're not the coins in the coffer of old King George

One if by land

Two if they come by sea

We'll show 'em who are the true sons of liberty

Punk ass redcoats tryin' to run the show

Telling me what to do and where to go

Mount your horse 'cause it's time to tell the world

The British are coming

The British are coming

The British are coming

Smear on the soot

Tear up an old deer skin shirt

We know the shot will be heard all around the world

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"Boston Tea Party"- The  Alex Harvey Band

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"Boston Tea Party"- The  Alex Harvey Band

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Are you going to the party?

Going to the Boston Tea Party

Going to the party

Going to the Boston Tea Party

Redcoats in the village and there's fighting in the streets

Indians and the Mountain Men are talking when they meet

The king has said he's going to put a tax on tea

And that's the reason y'all Americans drink coffee

Are you going to the party?

Going to the Boston Tea Party

Going to the party

Going to the Boston Tea Party

Fire in the mountains, flames upon the heath

As the President spits out the news, he's biting them wooden teeth

Them children of the Colonies got a different tale to tell

I'm going down to the city, tell my folks I'm doing well

Are you going to the party?

Going to the Boston Tea Party

Going to the party

Going to the Boston Tea Party

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The Sensational Alex Harvey Band - The Boston Tea Party

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"The Battle of New Orleans" - Johnny Horton

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"The Battle of New Orleans" - Johnny Horton

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In 1814 we took a little trip

Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip

We took a little bacon and we took a little beans

And we caught the bloody British near the town of New Orleans

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'

There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago

We fired once more and they begin to runnin'

On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

We looked down a river

And we see'd the British come

And there must have been a hundred of'em

Beatin' on the drums

They stepped so high

And they made their bugles ring

We stood by our cotton bales

And didn't say a thing

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'

There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago

We fired once more and they begin to runnin'

On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

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Johnny Horton - Battle of New Orleans Lyrics