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No One Knows My Name.

Lyrics: American singer-songwriter and musician Marc Scibilia and American songwriter and record producer Nolan Winfield Sipe.
Vocals: American singer Marc Scibilia.

The song featured hereunder sung by Marc Scibilia, is about the people who don’t chase attention, don’t make headlines, and may never get a standing ovation, but who quietly leave the world better than they found it. It reminds us that a meaningful life isn’t always measured by fame or recognition, but by love, humility, faithfulness, and the small acts of goodness that often go unseen. So as you listen, think of the people in your life whose names may not be known by many, but whose impact will never be forgotten.

No One Knows My Name.

No One Knows My Name.

This world is a circus and people love a clown,
So you better entertain ′em if you wanna win the crowd.
There’s no parade or protests for callouses on hands,
Sunday attendance and doin′ what you can.

Why do the best men rest in unmarked graves?
Why do the good ones never find the front page?
I can’t help but thinkin′ now if that′s the case,
I’ll be lucky when I go if no one knows my name.

My grandfather was simple, he gave more than he took.
No better man than Jesus, and He never wrote a book.
The odds are when I go, it probably won’t leave much,
But honey, I loved you so, and I hope that′s enough.

Why do the best men rest in unmarked graves?
Why do the good ones never find the front page?
I can’t help but thinkin′ now if that′s the case,
I’ll be lucky when I go if no one knows my name.

Why do the best men rest in unmarked graves?
Why do the good ones never find the front page?
I can’t help but thinkin′ now if that′s the case,
I’ll be lucky when I go if no one knows my name.

END.

Buy A Gun For Your Son.

Lyrics and Vocals: Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award, American folk singer-songwriter Tom Paxton whose career spans more than sixty years.

Tom Paxton wrote “Buy a Gun for Your Son” in the mid-1960s at the height of the Vietnam War era. He performed it on Pete Seeger’s Rainbow Quest in 1965. It is not a song in praise of guns or war; it is pure satire, using cheerful, almost advertising-like language to expose how casually children can be taught to admire violence.
Paxton released it on Ain’t That News with Elektra, and more than half a century later its bite is still sharp.
So before you listen to it, it is worth remembering, that the joke is bitter, the target is serious, and the question underneath it is still with us and asks what exactly are we teaching the next generation to value?

Buy A Gun For Your Son.

Buy A Gun For Your Son.

Hallelujah, Dads and Mommies,
Cowboys, rebels, Yanks and commies,
Buy yourselves some real red-blooded fun.
If you want to make the grade,
You’ve got to have a hand grenade,
And a fully automatic G.I. gun.

Chorus.
So buy a gun for your son right away, sir.
Shake his hand like a man and let him play, sir.
Let his little mind expand, place a weapon in his hand,
For the skills he learns today will someday pay, sir.

Pound that kid into submission,
‘Till he’s mastered nuclear fission,
Buy him plastic warheads by the score.
Once he’s got the taste of blood,
He’s gonna sneak up on his buddies,
Starting his own thermo-nuclear war.

Repeat Chorus.

Buy him khakis and fatigues,
And sign him up in little leagues.
Give him calisthenics as a rule,
Once you’ve banished fear and dread,
Then pat his seven year-old head,
And send him off to military school.

Repeat Chorus.

Once he’s grown to be a man,
He might get tired of blasting Granny,
Then you’ll see a crisis coming on.
Don’t get worried, don’t get nervous,
Send that kid into the service,
Let him rise into the Pentagon.

At the Pentagon he’ll rise,
The President he will advise,
His reputation growing all the while.
With your picture on the wall,
He’ll get that long-awaited call,
And press the firing buttons with a smile.

Repeat Chorus.

END