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Let Me Be
Been thinking about the founders of this country
Who dreamt of things that have never been and ask why not.
And the men who stormed the beach at Normandy
Never asking of their country what they got
And for us who toil in office, farm and factory
To feed the world and our family
And a president who says that we’re not worthy
Because we eat to much and drive an SUV
And he says he will bring us all together
Under one glorious utopian plan
And fundamentally change this land forever
While his followers are chanting “yes we can”
But I’m not going to be seduced
By some insipid liberal chant
If you think you can take away my freedom
No you can’t
Were told that change it is a coming
And that our constitution must be flexible
But without the rules that bind us
Will it be utopia or a living hell
And I wonder what the founders would think about us
Changing the documents that set us free
A republic if you can keep it said Ben Franklin
A challenge and a responsibility
And you can’t help but ask the question
Have we forgotten what it means to be free
And have we finally blurred the distinction
Between liberty and tyranny
So if it ain’t broke don’t fix it
That’s my simple chant
If you think you can change this land forever
No you can’t
You can’t take freedom away from me
Freedom is my destiny
I’m going to be all that I can be
You see
You don’t need to be a genius to know what’s coming
It’s written in blood on the walls of history
From Buchenwald to the Gulag
A simply cry for freedom: let me be
Let me stand in glorious triumph
If that’s my destiny
Let me try and fail by my own hand
If that’s God’s plan for me
I’ll ride the waves of freedom
I’ll reap what I plant
If you think you can take that life from me
No you can’t
You Ain’t My Daddy
You ain’t my daddy, you ain’t my mama
Brother or my best friend
So you can’t tell me how to run my life
Cause I sent you to Washington
So you’ll see the pink slips flying
As far as the eye can see
Cause you’re not the king you’re not my boss,
You’re my employee.
From Alaska to Florida
California to Maine
The electorate is seething
Because your egos you can’t restrain
You live off your earmarks
A habit that you can’t kill
But when it comes to serving us
You can’t read the bill.
You ain’t my daddy, you ain’t my mama
Brother or my best friend
We sent you down to Washington,
But were bringing you back again
Cause you spent all my money,
My kids and my grandkids too
And if you ask me my opinion
I think that we’ve be fooled
Hey, do you remember
What Lincoln said my son
That we all declare for liberty
But it’s different for every one
So without the constitution
Its one be free for all
So for those who threw it out the door
You’re going to go this fall.
You ain’t my daddy, you ain’t my mama
Brother or my best friend
So you can’t tell me how to run my life
Cause I sent you to Washington
So you’ll see the pink slips flying
As far as the eye can see
Cause you’re not the King you’re not my boss,
You're my employee
Thank you for visiting CIRS.com. This website is the result of
my interest in the politics of this nation, and a fear and frustration
with the current direction the country is taking.
I have always been in
awe of the genius of the founders of our country. Their passion for the
rights of the individual over the state. Their passion for the
importance of individual self determination: the understanding that
each life needs to play itself out in an atmosphere of freedom that
allows for experimentation, failure, and success. Their pragmatic
understanding that the rules that govern a republic cannot guarantee
freedom, liberty or justice, but must provide a set of rules for civil
society that insures order and stability while defining the size
and scope of government in favor of the individual, in the hope that our
common sense and the responsibility of citizenship will lead us in the
proper direction.
Last year, frustrated with what I saw coming down the road, I thought
that someone should write a song responding to the “Yes We Can” chant
with “No You Can’t”. Well, even though I am an architect, not a musician,
singer or songwriter-I do dabble with the guitar now and then- I wrote down a
couple of lyrics and one thing led to another and the attached song was
the result.
And so, Let Me Be. It didn’t start out that way. It started out as “No
You Can’t”- a defiant statement addressing the audacity of those who
stated openly that they wanted to fundamentally change this country
forever. But in the year since I wrote the song, a tsunami of legislation
produced in Washington has brought a sense of fear for the future of the
country. More and more today I hear the sentiment, “leave me alone", give me
back control of my own affairs, and so I took a line from the song
that I had always thought was the most important- let me be-and made it the title.
Recently, I also wrote "You Ain't My Daddy", This song is
about removing the arrogant and elitist politicians who feel they should
rule our lives instead of administering the Consititiution as required
in their oath of office.
If you would like, you can listen to both of these songs on the site or download
the mp3 file for free.
Thank You