Kids and I were listening to Sandinista today. I hope they memorize these words: <\/p>\n
It’s up to you not to heed the call-up
\n‘N’ you must not act the way you were brought up
\nWho knows the reasons why you have grown up?
\nWho knows the plans or why they were drawn up?<\/p>\n
It’s up to you not to heed the call-up
\nI don’t wanna die!
\nIt’s up to you not to hear the call-up
\nI don’t wanna kill!<\/p>\n
For he who will die
\nIs he who will kill<\/p>\n
Maybe I wanna see the wheatfields
\nOver Kiev and down to the sea<\/p>\n
All the young people down the ages
\nThey gladly marched off to die
\nProud city fathers used to watch them
\nTears in their eyes<\/p>\n
There is a rose that I want to live for
\nAlthough, God knows, I may not have met her
\nThere is a dance an’ I should be with her
\nThere is a town – unlike any other<\/p>\n
It’s up to you not to hear the call-up
\n‘N’ you must not act the way you were brought up
\nWho give you work an’ why should you do it?
\nAt fifty five minutes past eleven
\nThere is a rose…
\nYeah! <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Kids and I were listening to Sandinista today. I hope they memorize these words: It’s up to you not to heed the call-up ‘N’ you must not act the way you were brought up Who knows the reasons why you have grown up? Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up? It’s up … Continue reading Great song<\/span>