Sipsey Street Irregulars: I wrote these lyrics over a year ago for the 9/12 rally, but only now has someone put them to the tune.

Monday, September 27, 2010

I wrote these lyrics over a year ago for the 9/12 rally, but only now has someone put them to the tune.

Unfortunately it is Bob Wright, who (like me) has a face for radio.

6 comments:

EJR914 said...: Not bad...; September 27, 2010 at 2:01 PM
John Robert Mallernee said...: Mr. Vanderboegh:

I wish you'd post the lyrics.

I have trouble with my hearing.

I hear the sounds, but it's difficult to distinguish the words.

When I write a song and post it on the Internet, I always include a copy of the lyrics.

Thank you.

John Robert Mallernee
Armed Forces Retirement Home
Washington, D.C. 20011-8400; September 27, 2010 at 2:02 PM
Dedicated_Dad said...: Easy search: /sipseystreetirregulars.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-wont-buy-lie-no-more.html

Mine eyes have seen the horror of the coming of Barack
They have trampled on our liberty, the rule of law they mock.
But now an angry people stand, the tyrant's door to block
And we won't buy the lie no more.

Glory, glory, what a bright and shining lie!
Glory, glory, they will tax us till we die!
Glory, glory they'll print money to the sky!
But we won't buy the lie no more.

He got elected President, but he's worshipped like a god.
They say that "he's a Lincoln," but he's just a stinking fraud.
The media protects him like he is their swinging cod.
But we won't buy the lie no more.

Glory, glory, what a bright and shining lie!
Glory, glory, they will tax us till we die!
Glory, glory they'll print money to the sky!
But we won't buy the lie no more.

First he took our money and bailed out his favorite banks.
Now he wants our health care. He'll put it in the tank!
Next he'll want want a carbon tax, but we'll shout back, NO THANKS!"
And we won't buy the lie no more.

Glory, glory, what a bright and shining lie!
Glory, glory, they will tax us till we die!
Glory, glory they'll print money to the sky!
But we won't buy the lie no more.

The trillions just keep piling up without an end in sight.
They're mortgaging our childrens' lives. They think they have the right.
But now that they have riled us up, they're in for one big fight.
And we won't buy the lie no more.

Glory, glory, they thought this would be fun.
Glory, glory, "they had us on the run."
Glory, glory, they forgot about our guns!
And we won't buy the lie no more!

AND WE WON'T BUY THE LIE NO MORE!; September 27, 2010 at 10:17 PM
Anonymous said...: Bob ain't pretty but he carries a tune better than a lot of American Idol auditioners who only think they can sing!; September 28, 2010 at 12:13 AM
Dakota said...: Pretty good for a bald cowboy .....; September 28, 2010 at 10:45 AM
Anonymous said...: Bob Wright is awesome. That is all I can say.; September 28, 2010 at 11:53 PM

"Progress made under the shadow of the policeman's club is false progress."

I believe that liberty is the only genuinely valuable thing that men have invented, at least in the field of government, in a thousand years. I believe that it is better to be free than to be not free, even when the former is dangerous and the latter safe. I believe that the finest qualities of man can flourish only in free air – that progress made under the shadow of the policeman's club is false progress, and of no permanent value. I believe that any man who takes the liberty of another into his keeping is bound to become a tyrant, and that any man who yields up his liberty, in however slight the measure, is bound to become a slave. -- H.L. Mencken

"The Fate of Unborn Millions. . ."

"The time is now near at hand which must probably determine, whether Americans are to be, Freemen, or Slaves; whether they are to have any property they can call their own; whether their Houses, and Farms, are to be pillaged and destroyed, and they consigned to a State of Wretchedness from which no human efforts will probably deliver them. The fate of unborn Millions will now depend, under God, on the Courage and Conduct of this army-Our cruel and unrelenting Enemy leaves us no choice but a brave resistance, or the most abject submission; that is all we can expect-We have therefore to resolve to conquer or die." -- George Washington to his troops before the Battle of Long Island.

"We will not go gently . . ."

This is no small thing, to restore a republic after it has fallen into corruption. I have studied history for years and I cannot recall it ever happening. It may be that our task is impossible. Yet, if we do not try then how will we know it can't be done? And if we do not try, it most certainly won't be done. The Founders' Republic, and the larger war for western civilization, will be lost.

But I tell you this: We will not go gently into that bloody collectivist good night. Indeed, we will make with our defiance such a sound as ALL history from that day forward will be forced to note, even if they despise us in the writing of it.

And when we are gone, the scattered, free survivors hiding in the ruins of our once-great republic will sing of our deeds in forbidden songs, tending the flickering flame of individual liberty until it bursts forth again, as it must, generations later. We will live forever, like the Spartans at Thermopylae, in sacred memory.

-- Mike Vanderboegh, The Lessons of Mumbai:Death Cults, the "Socialism of Imbeciles" and Refusing to Submit, 1 December 2008

"A common language of resistance . . ."

"Colonial rebellions throughout the modern world have been acts of shared political imagination. Unless unhappy people develop the capacity to trust other unhappy people, protest remains a local affair easily silenced by traditional authority. Usually, however, a moment arrives when large numbers of men and women realize for the first time that they enjoy the support of strangers, ordinary people much like themselves who happen to live in distant places and whom under normal circumstances they would never meet. It is an intoxicating discovery. A common language of resistance suddenly opens to those who are most vulnerable to painful retribution the possibility of creating a new community. As the conviction of solidarity grows, parochial issues and aspirations merge imperceptibly with a compelling national agenda which only a short time before may have been the dream of only a few. For many Americans colonists this moment occurred late in the spring of 1774." -- T.H. Breen, The Marketplace of Revolution: How Consumer Politics Shaped American Independence, Oxford University Press, 2004, p.1.

Sipsey Street Irregulars

Monday, September 27, 2010

I wrote these lyrics over a year ago for the 9/12 rally, but only now has someone put them to the tune.

6 comments:

Blog Archive

Followers