Writer's Block: More than words
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"God Bless the U.S.A" gives me chills in a good way, and brings tears to my eyes: it got a lot of radio playage after 9/11; and I have a heart-breaking yet fond memory of singing it with my dad and several thousand other people on our town's village green at a candle-light vigil ten days later.
"For I'm proud to be an American
Where at least I know I'm free
And I won't forget the men who died
Who gave that right to me."
The whole thing of "This Little Babe" from Benjamin Britten's "Ceremony of Carols"
"This little babe
So few days old
Is come to rifle
Satan's fold
All hell doth at
His presence quake
Though He Himself
For cold doth shake
For in this weak,
Unarmed guise
The gates of hell
He will surprise"
"God Bless the U.S.A" gives me chills in a good way, and brings tears to my eyes: it got a lot of radio playage after 9/11; and I have a heart-breaking yet fond memory of singing it with my dad and several thousand other people on our town's village green at a candle-light vigil ten days later.
"For I'm proud to be an American
Where at least I know I'm free
And I won't forget the men who died
Who gave that right to me."
The whole thing of "This Little Babe" from Benjamin Britten's "Ceremony of Carols"
"This little babe
So few days old
Is come to rifle
Satan's fold
All hell doth at
His presence quake
Though He Himself
For cold doth shake
For in this weak,
Unarmed guise
The gates of hell
He will surprise"