But of course the sun
Will come back tomorrow
Once again, I know
Darkness I’ve seen worse
To make people sane
Wait the sun is coming
There are people who are on the same side as you
But it should be on the other side
There are people who hurt others
There are people who don’t know how to love
There are people fooling us
See our life as it is
But i know one day we learn
If you want someone to trust
Trust in yourself
Who believes always reaches
But of course the sun
Will come back tomorrow
Once again, I know
Darkness I’ve seen worse
To make people sane
Wait the sun is coming
Never let them tell you it’s not worth it
Believe in the dream you have
Or that your plans will never work
Or that you’ll never be somebody
There are people who hurt others
There are people who don’t know how to love
But i know one day we learn
If you want someone to trust
Trust in yourself
Who believes always reaches

Thank you to Raphael A. Silva (for the song reference and for making and sharing pgModeler) who introduced me to this song while I was searching for software to help with drawing Entity Relationship Diagrams.

I’ve been waiting for something to happen
For a week or a month or a year
With the blood in the ink of the headlines
And the sound of the crowd in my ear
You might ask what it takes to remember
When you know that you’ve seen it before
Where a government lies to a people
And a country is drifting to war

And there’s a shadow on the faces
Of the men who send the guns
To the wars that are fought in places
Where their business interest runs

On the radio talk shows and the T.V.
You hear one thing again and again
How the U.S.A. stands for freedom
And we come to the aid of a friend
But who are the ones that we call our friends–
These governments killing their own?
Or the people who finally can’t take any more
And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone
There are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire

There’s a shadow on the faces
Of the men who fan the flames
Of the wars that are fought in places
Where we can’t even say the names

They sell us the President the same way
They sell us our clothes and our cars
They sell us every thing from youth to religion
The same time they sell us our wars
I want to know who the men in the shadows are
I want to hear somebody asking them why
They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
But they’re never the ones to fight or to die
And there are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire

Billie Holiday (01939)

Nina Simone (01965)

The story behind “The Song of the Century” (02015)

01937 poem and song written by Abel Meeropol entitled “Bitter Fruit” about a photograph captured on 01930 August 07. 01939 song first recorded and performed at Café Society, an integrated nightclub in Greenwich Village by Billie Holiday entitled “Strange Fruit“:

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
(Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,)
Black body swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant South,
(The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,)
Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh,
(And the sudden smell of burning flesh.)

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for a tree to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell?
Blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here

Songwriters: David Gilmour / Roger Waters