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You and me, we were cold war babies
and they told us it would end this way:
a rocket launched in some distant nation,
an end in fire on a final day.

You and me, before we understood it,
saw our parents fight a losing war,
saw them marching with the signs revealing
they didn't know what they were fighting for.
You and me, we tried to stand together
in a world that could seem so cruel,
to live in hope, no matter what they told us.
Maybe Russians loved their children too.

My grandfather made planes and rockets
to beat Russians to the moon.
You and me, we saw a shuttle exploding.
Saw the planes that hit the towers too.
My grandfather, they named me for him.
He was born into the Spanish flu,
lost his family to the great depression,
fought the Axis in the World War II.

You and me, we were cold war babies
so we always thought it would end this way,
but we stood our ground with a faith unshattered,
singing songs at the final days.

You and me, we were cold war babies.
They told us not to live too long.
If the world doesn't end in fire,
I hope somehow it ends in song.

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from reinventing of the wheel, released January 15, 2021
OFM plays acoustic guitar, bass, organ.

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One Finite Monkey Bellingham, Washington

One Finite Monkey: a veteran of a dozen bands you’ve never heard of, a player of a dozen instruments, a producer of something like 50 obscure albums, now holed up in the attic of an old house in Bellingham, Washington, writing and recording songs.

For fans of Jerry Garcia, Neil Young, Violent Femmes, Tom Waits, Richard Thompson, and Mark Knopfler.
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