Today is the 4th of July. In any other country in the world, this wouldn’t matter, but we are in the United States of AMERICA.
On July 4th, 1776, America officially was conceived (and not aborted) through the adoption of the Declaration of Independence. John Adams made a prediction that July 2nd would be the nation’s birthday, but he was off by two days: “The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epoch in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward forever more“. Independence day, as people know it, is known for fireworks, and a heightened sense of patriotism and nationalism in the United States of America.
Though the country was founded on the principle of natural rights, African Americans were excluded from said rights. It was not until the Civil War, the Gettysburg Address, the 13th, 14th, and 15th amendments, the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the Voting Rights Act of 1965 as well as the landmark Supreme Court Case Brown vs. Board of Education that African Americans began having the opportunity to achieve these natural rights.
The Fourth of July is to commemorate all our Founding Fathers, and everyone throughout history that has helped this nation reach to where it is today. Though it was founded on the principle of small government, the rapidly expanding role of the federal government in the everyday affairs of everyone is unjust. Abraham Lincoln says it best at his Gettysburg Address:
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
We will never forget. In order to honor this terrific day I will post here two songs I feel truly commemorate the spirit of America.
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The second song captures my current feelings about the world and my life right now.
She was on fire and wild and AmericanShe burns it out probably just because she canAnd if I had a dollar for every thing I should’ve saidI’d probably still be busted, I would throw it all away againThe lightening bugs light up all across the southern skySome guys get it all and they don’t even need to tryI watched you roll away but you didn’t even say goodbyeAnd now I hate the night, I’m guessin’ that’s the reason whyAnd this, this is my lifeOn the 4th of JulyIt isn’t much, but at least it’s mineGot in my van, ended up in BostonThought about my friends and how easily I lost themI’d do it all again, I’ll leave everyone exhaustedSome folks get a break, me I never got oneI thought of you at night when I would drink too muchIf you thought about me too, you’d never tried to get in touchWent back to school and I ran into some guys I knewWe started up this band but we couldn’t seem to get it throughWe got some gigs, eventually lost that tooDid you ever think that if you’re not happy it’s because of youAnd this, this is my lifeOn the 4th of JulyIt isn’t much, but at least it’s mineI got a job selling ads for magazinesAt night when I’d play, I’d think about her constantlyEverything I loved somehow got away from meAnd suicide, I talked about it openlyI finally quit, or maybe I got fired, I don’t knowIt doesn’t matter just as long as it happened thoughAdded up the fears and the doubts I’ve been living withSongs of lightening bugs, school, work, and all that shitAnd this, this is my lifeOn the 4th of JulyIt isn’t much, but at least it’s mineI lost a girl sometime and a couple friendsSmall talking parties I could never stomach itI’m old enough to say that I remember whenBut I dont have the time for your nostalgia and crisitismsYou live and learn, me, well I learned to let goParents and bosses and people who don’t want you to growI think that anything that you want to you can doAnd no one is going to tell me just who the hell I should sing toAnd this, this is my lifeOn the 4th of JulyIt isn’t much, but at least it’s mine(x2)(This is mine and nothing, nobody is going to ever take this awayIt’s a blue print of your lifeI’ll see ya when it’s overIt’s a journey)