THE WAR SONG



It's a shame I know but the folks back home have seen better days
It's a sad state of affairs and I wouldn't want to be there
If she covered up her ears well her sister said it wouldn't be so loud
But she knew sisters say almost anything just to make you feel better

And the war song starts in the middle of a garden
The war song starts with a little girl
Thw war song starts and it's just another day and the river keeps on flowing
the war son starts, it'll never end

And though it was a Tuesday, it couldn't have been a better day
To get blown away, but the letter said he died for liberty
He died for you and me, but I was always free
And as he fell he saw a little girl cover up her ears

And the war song starts with a little bit in you and a little bit in me
The war song starts from the top of every mountain to the floor of every sea
The war song starts and it's just another day and the river keeps on flowing
The war song starts, it'll never end

Analogous stories about a young girl and an American soldier in Iraq, who both live their war experience in different, yet fundamentally similar, ways. The girl finds comfort in her older sister’s words and care, and the soldier waits for letters from his llove back home. Both are victims of a war machine that dehumanizes people into numbers, and I wanted to give some of these casualties back their individualism and respect they deserve.

Credits

Chris James – Bass guitar, piano
James Gighi - Trumpets
Paul Skelton – Cajon, drums, percussion
NH – Acoustic, electric & slide guitars, vocals, gong, shakere