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Music Fan?
- Thread starter Nicko2K
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Never heard of it but ... I don't do facebook so no surprise there!
Hey really ... you just met someone who doesn't do facebook!!!!
It's probably agaiinst the law not to by now so I best be careful.
Everyone in my family and everyone I know does do it of course which is enough to put me off.
I have to have some way of avoiding them.
NotSoSweet2
Well-Known Member
You don't have to play song pop on facebook, you can just download the app on any device. I just thought you might enjoy it, its very addictive and if you love music which you obviously do it would keep amused. I need a few more opponents to play against on there so if you decide to check it out let me know.
I'll have a look tomorrow promise but ... I'm rubbish at remembering names artists and if it's todays pop I have no chance!
NotSoSweet2
Well-Known Member
No it spans all the genres and decades. Ok maybe see you then!
Well, money has its own way,
And money has to grow.
It grows on human blood and bone,
As any child would know.
It's iron stuff and paper stuff
With no life of its own,
And so it takes its growing sap
From human blood and bone.
And many a child goes hungering
Because the wage is low,
And men die on the battlefield
To make the money grow.
And those that take the money crop
Are avid without end,
They plant it in the tenements
To make it grow again.
The little that they leave for us,
It cannot be a seed.
We spend it for the shoddy clothes
And every daily need.
We spend it in a minute,
In an hour it is gone,
To find its way to grow again
On human blood and bone,
Blood and bone.
And money has to grow.
It grows on human blood and bone,
As any child would know.
It's iron stuff and paper stuff
With no life of its own,
And so it takes its growing sap
From human blood and bone.
And many a child goes hungering
Because the wage is low,
And men die on the battlefield
To make the money grow.
And those that take the money crop
Are avid without end,
They plant it in the tenements
To make it grow again.
The little that they leave for us,
It cannot be a seed.
We spend it for the shoddy clothes
And every daily need.
We spend it in a minute,
In an hour it is gone,
To find its way to grow again
On human blood and bone,
Blood and bone.
