Your Dirty Little War

http://www.commondreams.org/further/2011/05/05-2



Oh boy. Saw John Prine last week. He's a wonder, a master, a mensch who writes smart, wry, mournful, heart-stabbingly true songs about life and love and its vital fragments: the "spaces between Donald and whatever he said," the lover who "still laughs with me, but she waits just a second too long," the bathtub moment "naked as the eyes of a clown," the way "Broken hearts and dirty windows/ Make life difficult to see/ That's why last night and this morning/ Always look the same to me." Prine is 64, unlovely, raspy-voiced from time and the cancer he beat some years back. But his fierce and tender two-hour-plus set stirred the heart. Lots of fine old gems: Sam Stone, Souvenirs, Donald and Lydia, Angel from Montgomery. And, pointedly, his anti-war mantra, Flag Decal. "I wrote it in '68," he said dryly. "I thought it would be relevant for about a week." Alas, it wasn't. He's on tour. Go.

"But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
We're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war."

video at the link --

"...like the sunshine, feeding daisies..."

...as a teenager.
it was a catalyst for my politics,as were many of his songs.
They reveal feelings...some are tough,some are funny...all are real.

having, no fun. ah, but fortunately, i have the key to escape reality...

Throw away your paper,
Move to the country,
build you a home.
Plant a little garden,
Eat a lot of peaches,
try and find jesus
On your own.

9/11 changed everything. Besides, we have a Democrat in the White House, so it's not dirty now. Don't you read the papers? Quit being such a buzzkill and get with the program.