May 05, 2004
flashback
i took a week off from the news last week and spent some time digging through old journals. over the next couple of days i will post some old but hopefully still relevent entries i found. for today i want to share with you a song i wrote at the the beginning of the first gulf war. i was 16. its to the tune of Fish Cheer / I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixing-To-Die-Rag by Country Joe McDonald.
well, come on all you big strong men
uncle sam needs your help again
got himself in a terrible jam
now he wants you to go kill sadam
so put down your books
and pick up a gun
cause we're gonna have a whole lot of fun
chorus:
and its 1 2 3 what are we fighting for?
don't ask me i don't give a damn
i going off to fight sadam
and its 5 6 7 open up them pearly gates
well there ain't no time to wonder why
whoopie we're all gonna die
Come on generals better move fast
your big chance is here at last
lets go shoot him in the head
cause the only good iraqi is one thats dead
and you know that peace
can only be won
when we blow 'em all to kingdom come
chorus
well i'm going off to fight in a desert land
i'm going to go kill a crazy man
i'm going to die for black gold
man this shit is really old
i think bush is a fucking quack
cause now my ass is sweating in iraq
chorus
got on the plane and it started to fly
all i could think of was you
and it made me cry
when we got there i lit up a joint
and got high
please god don't let me die!
chorus
seemed relevent.