Bikini Sex bomb in a thrilling expos
é ... with a surprise ending. In searching for video of an atom bomb, to illustrate my song, "America, Come Weep", I stumbled across the surreal Universal newsreel footage of "Operation Crossroads", the test of the first atom bomb in Bikini Lagoon. Curious, I then did some further res
earch on the history of the Bikinian people (for which I would heartily recommend Jack Niedenthal's excellent site - http://www.bikiniatoll.com ) and the origin of the use of 'Bikini' for the swimsuit. I finally decided that it would make an excellent introduction to the film I had set out to make
in the first place - which was an illustrated version of me singing the song, the lyrics of which are set out below. The song may be downloaded from http://cdbaby.com/cd/michelgriffin or http://www.michelgriffin.com/Albums.php . America, Come Weep It's a short step from the diner to the highway It
's a long haul from the mountains to the coast; From the restless glance she flicked between the distance and the counter, I'd say our laughter stirred a ghost. Down the way, lights prickle at the edge of town, As the cowboys gather, to watch the sun go down; There's smoke and fire and laughter and
hope for the ever-after But I'd say that Destiny wears a frown. America, come weep, for what's been lost and what's been stolen, America, come weep, for all your pioneers of old; For somewhere on the way, between dream and realisation, I'd say you've gone and lost your soul. With her elbows on th
e counter, and her eyes out on the highway, The waitress in the diner watches the drivers come and go; They all have destinations emblazoned on their faces, Like the old heroes on horseback who made the horizon their home. The evening news flickers from the TV in the corner, Images of blood and de
ath that'd make your stomach churn; The waitress starts to wonder, as she polishes the glasses, How a nation of refugees took to killing in their turn. America, come weep, for what's been lost and what's been stolen, America, come weep, for all your pioneers of old; For somewhere on the way, betwee
n dream and realisation, I'd say you've gone and lost your soul. It's a short step from the diner to the highway It's a long haul from the mountains to the coast; From the restless glance she flicked between the distance and the counter, I'd say our laughter stirred a ghost. I have made use of f
ootage available in the public domain, and extracts from films already posted to YouTube, and have named - where known - my sources. But I wish to make it clear that those sources were in no way involved in the making of this video. They do not necessarily partake of any opinions expressed or implie
d by the video.

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