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Fortunate Son
Creedence Clearwater Revival Lyrics


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Some folks are born, made to wave the flag
Ooh, their red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord

It ain't me
It ain't me
I ain't no senator's son, son
It ain't me
It ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no

Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, y'all
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah

It ain't me
It ain't me
I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no
It ain't me
It ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no

Yeah, yeah
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask 'em, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer "More! More! More!", Y'all

It ain't me
It ain't me
I ain't no military son, son
It ain't me
It ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, one
It ain't me
It ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no, no, no
It ain't me
It ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son, no, no, no

Overall Meaning

The song “Fortunate Son” by Creedence Clearwater Revival has become a timeless anti-war anthem. The lyrics speak about the privilege of the wealthy and their lack of accountability in times of national conflict. The first verse speaks to the privilege of those who are born to wave the flag, who wear the red, white and blue with pride, and align themselves with those in power. They point the cannon at those who do not have the same privilege as them. The song emphasizes that these privileged people never have to suffer the consequences of war themselves.


The chorus of the song emphasizes that the singer cannot relate to these privileged individuals, as he is not a senator’s son, a millionaire’s son or a military son. He is none of these fortunate individuals. The second verse furthers this argument, as the writer points out how the wealthy are only too happy to help themselves during times of peace, but when the taxman arrives, the house looks like a rummage sale. They do not pay their fair share. Finally, the third verse speaks to the wealthy who have the power to make decisions about going to war, but they do not have to suffer the consequences themselves. They send down those who do not have the advantages they enjoy and always ask for more.


Line by Line Meaning

Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooh, their red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief" Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
Some people are inherently patriotic and privileged, born with the full support of their country's government. But when it comes to conflicts or wars, they do not hesitate to use violence to suppress those who question their power.


It ain't me It ain't me I ain't no senator's son, son It ain't me It ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no
I am not a son of a powerful politician, therefore, I am not privileged to receive any special advantages from the system. I am not one of the lucky ones who are born with a silver spoon in their mouths.


Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves, y'all But when the taxman comes to the door Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah
Some people are born into wealthy families and take advantage of their privileges without being aware of their actions. When the authorities attempt to collect taxes from them, they react in desperation due to their incompetence in handling their finances properly.


Yeah, yeah Some folks inherit star spangled eyes Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord And when you ask 'em, "How much should we give?" Ooh, they only answer "More! More! More!", Y'all
Some people are born into influential families that perpetuate the idea of patriotism, often leading to an involvement in the military. Those same families expect the military to fight without question, giving all they have to support their agenda without compromise or concern for the consequences.


It ain't me It ain't me I ain't no military son, son It ain't me It ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, one It ain't me It ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no, no, no It ain't me It ain't me I ain't no fortunate son, no, no, no
I am not someone who either thinks that the government knows best or a person who is born into a privileged life by having political and/or monetary power. I do not blindly support war or violence just because it reinforces a flag waving nationalistic sentiment that will ultimately sacrifice the life, liberty, and happiness of so many in the process.




Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Written by: John Cameron Fogerty

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@krisfalkenberg

Color of Money State of Address made in USA
Going around in circles ( circuits ), chasing after one another for the color of money, taking chances or welfare through inter-connecting passages , crossroads and Windows (MSN) trying to control the animal in one, from the pit of debt of desire, an emotions in the matrix. $
Dollar, Dollar Bills
Pressing the economics further, less than rich is most in debt, an the back bone of the rich, and the flesh and blood for the animal, All in the name of what, property values. The color of money makes people go wild an adds to its fire. Let me give it to you in other terms, terms you can understand. They cut it like Bolvin coca, Afghani opium and Libyan oil, cut like silver and gold. Lords that have strings tied to the money, an every dollar in its web, hooking the foolish fish in the sea into its financial threshold.
Bending indexes, the color of money, dollars, dollar bills and currencies on a spectrum in a temple dimension, attracting interest . A twenty/eighty cut is knot well/fare, it cuts like a knife, a double edge sword, it gives with one and takes with two, we want face value, the whole in one, par , one over one, knot promises or the color of money, that s blinding you.
" O say can you see," ... the twilight...
Blind and color blind? So cover your eyes, and listen," and listen to your sub conscious . Its a figment of your imagination that's running wild like a bull, a shift to red , so let me give you the 20/20, the whole 9/1/1 doppler tax free fix, in the city that never sleeps. Its supply and demand. They build it up and take them down , and the penny is losing one for everyone made. The nickel cant hold its weight , but its losing, an its face value is deceiving the public eye, so save what you can .
They cant afford it or don't have it to give away, nor can they make anymore, Its coming from the blood that is spilling from the holes in ones pocket and clothing, and the bodies that are falling. Desire is working ten times harder for ten times less and buying things ten times over exhausting its horns and pleasures. At the end of the sale, and day , after all the hands have taken a pinch out of the dollar , dollar bill, one is paying with the bottom dollar, and by the time it gets home to its family, its taxed for the waste, so save what you can.
Either way I, the self, put it , between the differences , it gives one the sum of the hole, the color of money and the same sum and truth ,the wholesumtruth. Now that the money can be made at home , it does not give one the right to cut it out of a sheet of metal and stamp it with a dye, or (DIO ?), " O, Alice, your the Greatest ", its de-facing the value . " Its not what your country can do for you , but what you can do for your country." " We the people", put our trust in the government, ( each other), to provide honest scales and due process, but those who aren't themselves are favoring one side, one side of the scale, the dark side, even though the wind is not for sale, it gives one direction and shows the way , an only a fool doesn't pay attention to signs, lining its pockets , the holes in its clothing with the blood on its hands. Those who live by it , live by the dollar , dollar bill , fall by it, and those who trust in it, give its power and right over their lives, ( soul) . " O, say can you see"
The only one who cares for a title, is lost and needs to be found, an in need of a personality, the individual, and needed to be served with love and sincerity. The servant , common worker, the confidence and capital from whom has a title paid for, is free of, and develops its independence from a co-dependent sovereign and shadow government. " O say, can you see"... the twilight...
They promise them heaven, a spot in the light an all they can eat, and give them hell for it, leaving them to the wicked , emotional trials and shadows , silhouettes that have no eyes , but still can see. So ," Take down these walls". " Four score and seven"
We were given stripes , color and life , light for a conscious , a lamp of knowledge (law) , a guiding light, and land to harvest. The brave to boycott, pro/test, protest in writing; Declare Independence, and reveal the truth and reap what's sowed. Fear not, fear only one-self , "we are not left to live under ourselves " , we have been brought to consciousness , life, and Yahweh ( Jah e vah ) (יהוה ) . Compose yourselves, bring yourselves together, because no matter how much one celebrates it will not raise the dead, nor bring back those who have passed, and neither free one from the misery and trial its been living.
" O , say can you see..." " The fault is not in the stars , but in ourselves."

made in usa



@krisfalkenberg

Color of Money State of Address made in USA
Going around in circles ( circuits ), chasing after one another for the color of money, taking chances or welfare through inter-connecting passages , crossroads and Windows (MSN) trying to control the animal in one, from the pit of debt of desire, an emotions in the matrix. $
Dollar, Dollar Bills
Pressing the economics further, less than rich is most in debt, an the back bone of the rich, and the flesh and blood for the animal, All in the name of what, property values. The color of money makes people go wild an adds to its fire. Let me give it to you in other terms, terms you can understand. They cut it like Bolvin coca, Afghani opium and Libyan oil, cut like silver and gold. Lords that have strings tied to the money, an every dollar in its web, hooking the foolish fish in the sea into its financial threshold.
Bending indexes, the color of money, dollars, dollar bills and currencies on a spectrum in a temple dimension, attracting interest . A twenty/eighty cut is knot well/fare, it cuts like a knife, a double edge sword, it gives with one and takes with two, we want face value, the whole in one, par , one over one, knot promises or the color of money, that s blinding you.
" O say can you see," ... the twilight...
Blind and color blind? So cover your eyes, and listen," and listen to your sub conscious . Its a figment of your imagination that's running wild like a bull, a shift to red , so let me give you the 20/20, the whole 9/1/1 doppler tax free fix, in the city that never sleeps. Its supply and demand. They build it up and take them down , and the penny is losing one for everyone made. The nickel cant hold its weight , but its losing, an its face value is deceiving the public eye, so save what you can .
They cant afford it or don't have it to give away, nor can they make anymore, Its coming from the blood that is spilling from the holes in ones pocket and clothing, and the bodies that are falling. Desire is working ten times harder for ten times less and buying things ten times over exhausting its horns and pleasures. At the end of the sale, and day , after all the hands have taken a pinch out of the dollar , dollar bill, one is paying with the bottom dollar, and by the time it gets home to its family, its taxed for the waste, so save what you can.
Either way I, the self, put it , between the differences , it gives one the sum of the hole, the color of money and the same sum and truth ,the wholesumtruth. Now that the money can be made at home , it does not give one the right to cut it out of a sheet of metal and stamp it with a dye, or (DIO ?), " O, Alice, your the Greatest ", its de-facing the value . " Its not what your country can do for you , but what you can do for your country." " We the people", put our trust in the government, ( each other), to provide honest scales and due process, but those who aren't themselves are favoring one side, one side of the scale, the dark side, even though the wind is not for sale, it gives one direction and shows the way , an only a fool doesn't pay attention to signs, lining its pockets , the holes in its clothing with the blood on its hands. Those who live by it , live by the dollar , dollar bill , fall by it, and those who trust in it, give its power and right over their lives, ( soul) . " O, say can you see"
The only one who cares for a title, is lost and needs to be found, an in need of a personality, the individual, and needed to be served with love and sincerity. The servant , common worker, the confidence and capital from whom has a title paid for, is free of, and develops its independence from a co-dependent sovereign and shadow government. " O say, can you see"... the twilight...
They promise them heaven, a spot in the light an all they can eat, and give them hell for it, leaving them to the wicked , emotional trials and shadows , silhouettes that have no eyes , but still can see. So ," Take down these walls". " Four score and seven"
We were given stripes , color and life , light for a conscious , a lamp of knowledge (law) , a guiding light, and land to harvest. The brave to boycott, pro/test, protest in writing; Declare Independence, and reveal the truth and reap what's sowed. Fear not, fear only one-self , "we are not left to live under ourselves " , we have been brought to consciousness , life, and Yahweh ( Jah e vah ) (יהוה ) . Compose yourselves, bring yourselves together, because no matter how much one celebrates it will not raise the dead, nor bring back those who have passed, and neither free one from the misery and trial its been living.
" O , say can you see..." " The fault is not in the stars , but in ourselves."

made in usa



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@jedrzejwroblewski5509

Fortunate son: starts
Grandpa: ah shit here we go again
Huey: ah shit here we go again
Trees: ah shit ở đây chúng tôi đi một lần nữa

@marktheregulardude8651

I laughed too hard at this hahahaha

@drizz3l

Fucking legendary

@castrosin2000

HAHAHAHHAH!!

@anonymouse9013

Everybody gangsta till the trees start talking

@jedrzejwroblewski5509

@@anonymouse9013 start talking Vietnamese

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@soupyeah9042

US Soldier: Man this war sucks
Tree: It really does
US Soldier: Screams

@jamesharding3459

Tree: runs

@Bruh-nj8uj

@@jamesharding3459 *soldier runs

@jamesharding3459

@@Bruh-nj8uj Pilot: *Drops napalm*

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