I believe the war on poverty is a more American idea than the war on the war on poverty. I believe that most people feel like that. And I believe that it ain’t over till it’s over.
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty. And meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
Hey, little dolly with the blue jeans on, I want to ramrod with you, honey, ’til half past dawn.
Here everybody has a neighbor Everybody has a friend Everybody has a reason to begin again.
So let’s take the good times as they go and I’ll meet you further on up the road...
I walked a thousand miles just to slip this skin.
Let there be sunshine, let there be rain, let the broken hearted love again.
The highway is alive tonight But nobody’s kiddin’ nobody about where it goes I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light With the ghost of old Tom Joad.
Sky of blackness and sorrow, sky of love, sky of tears. Sky of glory and sadness, sky of mercy, sky of fear.
You can hide beneath the covers and study your pain, make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain. Waste your summer praying in vain, for a savior to rise from these streets.
Ought to be easy, ought to be simple enough: Man meets woman, and they fall in love, But the house is haunted and the ride gets rough. You got to learn to live with what you can’t rise above.
Sometimes, at night you could hear the whole damn city crying.
Music was my way of keeping people from looking through and around me. I wanted the heavies to know I was around.
You can beat on your chest, hell, any monkey can.
Wendy, let me in, I wanna be your friend. I wanna guard your dreams and visions.
For me, President Obama is our best choice because he has a vision of the United States as a place where we are all in this together.
I guess there’s just a meanness in this world.
The country we carry in our hearts is waiting.
Gonna be a twister to blow everything down That ain’t got the faith to stand its ground Blow away the dreams that tear you apart Blow away the dreams that break your heart Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted.
The past is never the past. It is always present. And you better reckon with it in your life and in your daily experience, or it will get you. It will get you really bad.