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The second collaboration with my brother Will. I had to get this out today, I'd like to think I'll be singing a different song this time next year. Will sent the lyrics and I laid this down in one session - hence the rough edges and slipping tempos - but that's life.
Peace to us all in the year to come.
That note was written 12/31/06 - unfortunately not much has changed since. Will and I have written a bunch more songs since then - but it seems they're not changing the world.
Meanwhile kevmikwa (Mike Watkins) offered to replace the loops I used with live drums. This is the result of his efforts. He submitted his track a while ago - but I apologize in taking too long to get this new mix out. Mike did a great job - my time on this was pretty sloppy - and I know it wasn't easy for him to fit into the loose groove.
Thanks Mike.
Peace to us all in the year to come.
That note was written 12/31/06 - unfortunately not much has changed since. Will and I have written a bunch more songs since then - but it seems they're not changing the world.
Meanwhile kevmikwa (Mike Watkins) offered to replace the loops I used with live drums. This is the result of his efforts. He submitted his track a while ago - but I apologize in taking too long to get this new mix out. Mike did a great job - my time on this was pretty sloppy - and I know it wasn't easy for him to fit into the loose groove.
Thanks Mike.
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Lyrics
There’s a woman in the picture
her cheeks are stained with tears
There’s a man in a uniform
who’s confirmed her darkest fears.
Her features are contorted
her mouth it howls with pain
Her anguish is unbearable
but her anguish is in vain
(chorus)
We fill the air with bullets
we fill the air with bombs
we forget about the mothers
mothers with empty arms
She’ll never see her son again
her son just three years old
He died in the bombing
his mother’s just been told.
There’s a soldier in the picture
whose clothes are stained with blood
There’s a medic right beside him
but he can’t stop the flood
(chorus)
The medic’s face is empty
it’s drained by shock and awe
The medic’s face is empty
it’s drained by shock and awe
He’ll say a prayer and cry tonight
he’s seen it all before
He’ll say a prayer and cry tonight
he’s seen it all before
(chorus)
The soldier has a mother
she’s just heard the news
The soldier has a mother
she’s just heard the news
Her son’s been killed in Baghdad
She’s got the Baghdad blues.
Her son’s been killed in Baghdad
She’s got the Baghdad blues
(chorus)
her cheeks are stained with tears
There’s a man in a uniform
who’s confirmed her darkest fears.
Her features are contorted
her mouth it howls with pain
Her anguish is unbearable
but her anguish is in vain
(chorus)
We fill the air with bullets
we fill the air with bombs
we forget about the mothers
mothers with empty arms
She’ll never see her son again
her son just three years old
He died in the bombing
his mother’s just been told.
There’s a soldier in the picture
whose clothes are stained with blood
There’s a medic right beside him
but he can’t stop the flood
(chorus)
The medic’s face is empty
it’s drained by shock and awe
The medic’s face is empty
it’s drained by shock and awe
He’ll say a prayer and cry tonight
he’s seen it all before
He’ll say a prayer and cry tonight
he’s seen it all before
(chorus)
The soldier has a mother
she’s just heard the news
The soldier has a mother
she’s just heard the news
Her son’s been killed in Baghdad
She’s got the Baghdad blues.
Her son’s been killed in Baghdad
She’s got the Baghdad blues
(chorus)
echoroom
Bud - wonderful build up to this, then the drunken, slidey guitar comes in and slouches across the floor. This reminds me of early Beck a little - -it has a wonderful lo-fi feel to it.
The vox are great - low key, matter of fact, shell-shocked.
drunken punk blues - great track, guys.
steve