Editor’s Note: I’ll add this month another ‘70s song, this one in light of the holiday with a little of Browne’s deep reflection and attitude thrown in.
Favorite Verse:
“We guard our world with locks and guns
And we guard our fine possessions
And once a year when Christmas comes
We give to our relations
And perhaps we give a little to the poor
If the generosity should seize us
But if any one of us should interfere
In the business of why there are poor
They get the same as the rebel Jesus”
Peace,
Tim McCarthy
