And did those feet in ancient times
Walk upon england’s mountains green?
And was the holy lamb of god
On england’s pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was jerusalem builded here
Among those dark satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear: o clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariots of fire!
I will not cease from metal fight;
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built jerusalem
In england’s green and pleasant land.
That is deep
It makes me quake
To read a prophecy
From William Blake
The Big One’s Still Coming—Black Oak Arkansas
We’re having an earthquake
We’re goin insane.
A California earthquake
Has been shakin our brains.
We’re havin an earthquake
And some think it’s fun.
But in an earthquake
There’s nowhere to run.
But the big one’s still comin,
Yea, it’s on its way.
California earthquake
Shakin our heads
Yea we’re havin an earthquake
On our water-beds.
California earthquake
Is breakin the ground.
We’re havin an earthquake
What a crazy sound.
But the big one’s still comin
Yea, it’s on its way.
We’re havin an earthquake
We’re goin insane.
A California earthquake
Has been shakin our brains.
We’re havin an earthquake
And some think it’s fun.
But in an earthquake
There’s nowhere to run.
But the big one’s still coming,
Yea, it’s on its way.