Saturday, February 16, 2008

In The Land Of The Free

Below is the link and lyrics to a new song I’ve just finished writing and recording called “In The Land Of The Free”.

Before I let you in on the inspiration for that song, I’m going to do something that I've not used this blog to do on very many occasions. I'm announcing that my newest CD entitled Lights Over The Bar has been released.

I've covered two songs on previous cds. On my cd From The Heart, I covered an old, early 60s rock n’ roll song called “Be My Baby”.

On Flameland, I recorded a great song which was written by a little known but talented writer named Jason Oliver. The song is called “Cemetery Rose”.

On Lights Over The Bar, I’ve done something I’d not done before. I collaborated in writing two of the songs.

The lyrics for track 10 were written by Jim Bush, a regular contributor of poetry to OpEdNews. I met him in my capacity as assistant editor for at OEN.

The lyrics for the twelfth and final cut on Lights Over The Bar entitled “Streets Of Eden” were written by an extremely talented poet named Alan Hodgson. Alan goes by the screen name of Ferris at the Arcanum Café poetry message board.

Now, about the new song, “In The Land Of The Free”.

It deals with torture and it begins by looking at torture from the perspective of a young, gung-ho soldier who’s just gotten to Iraq and is ready to kick some Arab ass. More specifically, it was inspired by a soldier who was interviewed in Michael Moore’s “Fahrenheit 9/11”.

If you’ve seen the film, you may remember a young soldier who’d just arrived in Iraq and had some heavy metal music playing either through head phones under his helmet or somewhere in the vehicle which he had just exited. He was ready to kill. He almost reminded me of the part in “Alice’s Restaurant” when Guthrie (Arlo, that is) starts screaming, “I wanna kill. Kill! Kill! Kill!” I forget exactly how many times he says it, but, if you’re familiar with the song, you know what I’m talking about.

So, part of the song is from this young “patriot’s” point of view and the chorus and part of the last couple of verses actually answer that gung-ho point of view.

I not only hope that you enjoy the song, but I hope it means something to you.

No way that we’re gonna leave here.
We’re staying ‘til this war is won.
Don’t take no shit from no sandman.
Look at the damage we’ve done.

We’ll make ‘em cop to their plans while
we work on ‘em one at a time.
Geared up for every detainee,
don’t care if they did any crime.

Sounds like you’re overlooking
our great American dream.
Think about living in the land of the free
while you bust ‘em, you break ‘em
and you make ‘em say what you wanna hear.

Skies are dark,
the ground’s overflowing
with the blood of badass young boys;
wading in puddles of crimson;
learnin’ that guns just ain’t toys.

This ain’t no videotainment;
you’re chokin’ ‘cause you’re trying to get air.
All thoughts of awesome engagement
have morphed to fear and despair.

Too many won’t get a chance at
our great American dream.
They won’t be returning to the land of the free;
they been busted, they been broken,
they been made to say what they wanna hear.

To friendship,

“If history repeats itself, and the unexpected always happens, how incapable must Man be of learning from experience.” - George Bernard Shaw

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