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South-Bound

Joe South, that is. Per Wikipedia this song, Games People Play, is a protest song against assorted varieties of hate, inhumanity and intolerance both interpersonal and social.
"The central theme of the song is that, it is we who are responsible for our humanitarian actions or inaction. It is each of us who needs say what we mean and mean what we say. The song seeks to show us that we adults play with human decency as if it were a game."
Sad truth, ain't it? Some things never change. Sadder still, I actually remember from the song's Grammy award-winning heyday. Yikes.

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  1. Cool song- something about the music reminds me of a specific Guess Who song- I'm not sure which one yet.

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  2. Really? The only Guess Who that I can think of right now off the top of my head are These Eyes and American Woman, but then again it's late and I'm a bit inebriated. That and I've been listening to Mudvayne, which is sure to kill some cells in and of itself. If you think of the song, let me know. I like the GW (without the B)

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  3. Now that I just played it on Youtube, it's not that similar musically. I think I was thinking of "Share the Land."

    I saw Mudvayne once at a music fest and the singer was dressed like a demented clown and kept hitting his head with his hand- he sounded good though.
    I like Slipknot and love their spawn Stone Sour.

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  4. I didn't like Mudvayne when they were all costumey and stuff, freaked me out. I didn't get into them until "Happy" and "Forget to Remember" - love Stone Sour! Thanks for that ... I was planning to hit the sack, but now I think I'll have to grab another brewski and illegally download some more tunage. Haven't heard "Through Glass" in awhile.

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  5. Human nature---more finite than we want to believe,

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  6. Finite maybe, but I have to believe that there's some room for growth there somewhere!

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