This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day?
Take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?
Well, the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal, and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car
Tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
And as her young man dies (in the ghetto)
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
And his mama cries (in the ghetto)
(In the ghetto)
(Ah)
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day?
Take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?
Well, the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal, and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car
Tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
And as her young man dies (in the ghetto)
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
And his mama cries (in the ghetto)
(In the ghetto)
(Ah)
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This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
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@[Diderik:33655] "Your a holiday!" Was a popular term used in the 50s/60s to compliment someone on their all around. For example, not only are they beautiful, but they are fun and kind too ... just an all around "holiday".
I think your first comment is closer to being accurate. The singer/song writers state "Millions of eyes can see, yet why am i so blind!? When the someone else is me, its unkind its unkind". I believe hes referring to the girl toying with him and using him. He wants something deeper with her, thats why he allows himself to be as a puppet (even though for her fun and games) as long as it makes her happy. But he knows deep down that she doesnt really want to be serious with him and thats what makes him.
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“Blue” is a song about a love that is persisting in the discomfort of the person experiencing the emotion. Ed Sheeran reflects on love lost, and although he wishes his former partner find happiness, he cannot but admit his feelings are still very much there. He expresses the realization that he might never find another on this stringed instrumental by Aaron Dessner.
Page
Ed Sheeran
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There aren’t many things that’ll hurt more than giving love a chance against your better judgement only to have your heart crushed yet again. Ed Sheeran tells such a story on “Page.” On this track, he is devastated to have lost his lover and even more saddened by the feeling that he may never move on from this.
this song is so sad. It's about not being able to get out of poverty; being subjected to crime, hatred, prejudice; and when you finally die(probably after being in the mids of a gang shooting), another baby has born and he/she is to lead the same life you did.
one of the best songs of elvis
I agree surely one of his greatest
dear la_femme_morte89, so you're saying that as soon as a person becomes rich and famous, they're no longer allowed to discuss social and political issues? i'd say that if anyone should be discussing life in the ghetto, it is someone like elvis who has a large enough platform to influence/educate a lot of people in the words of bill hicks, "you fucking moron. you FUCKING moron."
la_femme_morte89, Elvis was dirt poor growing up. Did you ever see the shack he lived in for the first 18 years of lhis life? And now you begrudge him for singing about the visciuos cyle of poverty? One that he know s and is grateful to have escaped. He gave millions to charity, how much do you give? And as Elvis sang, "Walk a mile in my(his) shoes" Bee-ahhch.
This is easily one of the greatest songs of all time!
This is an amazing song while also being an incredibly sad song, it's amazing what it portrays. These children have no help, they are born into a situation that they can't help and do things that they have to do to survive. We talk of the horrible things that happen yet we turn a blind eye to the things we could have an impact on. These kids need people who care about them and can help them but we don't do it.
As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries 'cause if there's one thing that she don't need it's another hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto
Child born in the ghetto which mom will have a hard time tryin' to take care of.
People, don't you understand the child needs a helping hand or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day Take a look at you and me, are we too blind to see, do we simply turn our heads and look the other way
Help the kid or he'll grow up to be an enemy. Do you just ignore him?
Well the world turns and a hungry little boy with a runny nose plays in the street as the cold wind blows In the ghetto
Most of you turn and he's hungry and sick.
and his hunger burns so he starts to roam the streets at night and he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight In the ghetto
the stage when he grows to be an enemy.
Then one night in desperation a young man breaks away He buys a gun, steals a car, tries to run, but he don't get far And his mama cries
The climax; he dies trying to get the heck out of the ghetto.
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man face down in the street with a gun in his hand In the ghetto
Crowd watches him dead
As her young man dies, on a cold and grey Chicago mornin', another little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries
As he dies another mom has a baby and the process starts all over again
Just my attempted interpertation. To shorten it up. I could be wrong I could be right.
Strong lyrics. I think chamiga hit the nail on the head. Elvis himself came up poor but I don't think he was a criminal. But he did know about poverty.
Also, listen to, "If I can dream" maybe if the dead woman (La Femme mort) had that kind of optimism, as others should, we'd all be living in a better world. Obtuse troglodytes like her should just go live in France, spoonge off thier socialism and fade away.