Ray Bonneville penned a wonderful song about New Orleans and he performed it live in Folk Alley studios, check it out!
Jul 292009
Dec 042005
Dark Force (War For Oil)
Jay Toups
©2005 All rights reserved.
The American Dream, remember that?
Broken by Demolicans and Republicrats
Funding the charade wearin’ Pork Pie hats
While we fill our tanks, keep Wal Mart packed
It’s their job to dine at the trough
Send the poor and willing to redefine Iraq
Confusing our capital with blood-stained cash
We’re all shooting cows here and that’s a fact.
Funny about us, we’re good folk too
Hooked on rivers of rich black brew
Buildin’ pipelines for peace, clubs out of hate
And every barrel we pump seals someone else’s fate.
The unofficial story’s ugly but far more true
This war has a dark force called me and you
Like politicians we back and all the shit we buy
Do you ever stop and ask yourself, why, why, why, why.
You don’t shoot the bullets, you don’t make the guns
Who funds the insanity are the deadliest ones
You could fight back just say no when you can,
Let your heart drive you, keep your dollars in your hand.
Turn off some lights, throw another blanket on the bed
Put some socks on, keep a cooler head
We’ll all be fine and you’ll stay fed
Livin warm and cheap and not a Yankee pig instead.
Freedom of speech, remember that?
Muzzled by indifference but liberty is intact
What’s happening to us is out beyond sad
If you think I shouldn’t go there that’s just too bad.
Killing the messenger won’t kill the truth
Imprisoning soldiers who’ve seen enough to refuse
Dying for two dollar gas that should be ten
This is a dream world we’re livin’ in.
The American way, remember that?
Lost by Demolicans, Republicrats
Leading the charge wearin’ Pork Pie hats
While we fill our tanks, eat hot dogs and take long naps.
Trust the experts to end the world
All you people with God and flag unfurled
Birth, death and taxes count on that
And war for oil to keep you quiet and fat.
If you can hear this, you’re close enough to ask
What the creator gave you, are you giving anything back?
Could you make a difference, perhaps you can
Wake up, smell the coffee, and finally make a stand.
Dec 012005
I’ve been reading chapters from Pete Townshend’s “The Boy Who Heard Music” as he publishes them on his blog. Very interesting, pseudo-autobiographical novella from a musician who needs no introduction.
There’s also an excellent mp3 of a new song of Pete’s that is worth a listen. If he sounds a bit like Tom Waits, it’s probably because the novella’s protagonist, Gabriele, sounds like that.
Sep 202004
