Tim Smith
@timinbama.bsky.social
65 year old Southern EXTREME Liberal mourning for the America I love....and resisting Trump/Musk like HELL!!!
Burn Trump Burn....
February 21, 2025 at 2:03 AM
Burn Trump Burn....
In bell-bottoms wide and music loud,
We danced with dreams and stood so proud.
The radio played our hearts’ refrain,
In smoky rooms, we'd break the chain.
The world was changing, wild and new,
With every dawn, a brighter hue.
Through summers long and nights so free,
My '70s youth was all I’d be.
We danced with dreams and stood so proud.
The radio played our hearts’ refrain,
In smoky rooms, we'd break the chain.
The world was changing, wild and new,
With every dawn, a brighter hue.
Through summers long and nights so free,
My '70s youth was all I’d be.
February 21, 2025 at 1:42 AM
In bell-bottoms wide and music loud,
We danced with dreams and stood so proud.
The radio played our hearts’ refrain,
In smoky rooms, we'd break the chain.
The world was changing, wild and new,
With every dawn, a brighter hue.
Through summers long and nights so free,
My '70s youth was all I’d be.
We danced with dreams and stood so proud.
The radio played our hearts’ refrain,
In smoky rooms, we'd break the chain.
The world was changing, wild and new,
With every dawn, a brighter hue.
Through summers long and nights so free,
My '70s youth was all I’d be.
The dream once bright, now fades to gray,
A distant hope, so far away.
Promises of freedom, wide and free,
Now buried deep, beneath the sea.
The road was clear, the future bright,
Now lost within the darkest night.
The dream we chased, with hearts aglow,
Now slips through fingers we don’t know.
A distant hope, so far away.
Promises of freedom, wide and free,
Now buried deep, beneath the sea.
The road was clear, the future bright,
Now lost within the darkest night.
The dream we chased, with hearts aglow,
Now slips through fingers we don’t know.
February 21, 2025 at 1:38 AM
The dream once bright, now fades to gray,
A distant hope, so far away.
Promises of freedom, wide and free,
Now buried deep, beneath the sea.
The road was clear, the future bright,
Now lost within the darkest night.
The dream we chased, with hearts aglow,
Now slips through fingers we don’t know.
A distant hope, so far away.
Promises of freedom, wide and free,
Now buried deep, beneath the sea.
The road was clear, the future bright,
Now lost within the darkest night.
The dream we chased, with hearts aglow,
Now slips through fingers we don’t know.
Partial class of 1977....almost 50 years ago...yesterday and yet another place...another dimension...when our hopes were high and our belief in the US was strong...
February 21, 2025 at 12:28 AM
Partial class of 1977....almost 50 years ago...yesterday and yet another place...another dimension...when our hopes were high and our belief in the US was strong...
Oh, land of hope, now bruised and torn,
A dream once bright, now worn and worn.
The freedom sung by voices proud,
Is lost beneath a rising cloud.
Oh, America, we mourn the past,
Where peace and dreams could still hold fast.
Will we return, or fade away,
In shadows cast by words we say?
A dream once bright, now worn and worn.
The freedom sung by voices proud,
Is lost beneath a rising cloud.
Oh, America, we mourn the past,
Where peace and dreams could still hold fast.
Will we return, or fade away,
In shadows cast by words we say?
February 21, 2025 at 12:24 AM
Oh, land of hope, now bruised and torn,
A dream once bright, now worn and worn.
The freedom sung by voices proud,
Is lost beneath a rising cloud.
Oh, America, we mourn the past,
Where peace and dreams could still hold fast.
Will we return, or fade away,
In shadows cast by words we say?
A dream once bright, now worn and worn.
The freedom sung by voices proud,
Is lost beneath a rising cloud.
Oh, America, we mourn the past,
Where peace and dreams could still hold fast.
Will we return, or fade away,
In shadows cast by words we say?
In my mind's eye...this was yesterday...
February 21, 2025 at 12:17 AM
In my mind's eye...this was yesterday...