#3 Tune I Swore I'd Never Release - War Machine - The Unlikely Protest Song

Well, here I am, perusing Youtube, when I run across my own PRIVATE video. The video, a montage of vintage clips, is set to an acoustic tune I recorded haphazardly a couple of years ago. This particular tune, which I imagined to be destined for a more electronic sound, has been recently revived by our new ensemble with Troubled Girl. I had entirely forgotten about the little collage of clips I'd uploaded to Youtube years before, splattered with the name of my imaginary dream-group, "Horse Child". Though we are not yet ready to reveal it in it's new, more electronic clothing (uplifted in part by one of my favorite couture designers---Sherwood Smallidge), I felt a need to edit this little clip from private to public, and to share it here, as the third tune I swore I'd never release to the public at large.

This little series I've unleashed has done wonders for my artistic neuroticism. I'm not sure it has had any effect on the public at large (and by the numbers revealed on my stats page, I'd be happy if a handful of our readers even take a minute to watch and listen), but it has had an enormous effect on me. As an artist, that's important. The process is important. I believe that the process is at least 50% of the art itself. 

The message of this song is suited to the series, especially considering the fact that I have literally 'hid' it from view for a couple of years. With everything that is happening today, I can't believe how long ago I wrote this little song.

WAR MACHINE

Everybody believes what they see on the TV screen without question.

Everybody grieves for only the ones who seem like "me".

And the war machine is a wolf in woman's clothing.

And all the world is her scene,

all of history...a myth, a story.

When I wake up I'm gonna shake the sleep from my eyes.

I'm gonna take up this stone and slaughter goliath, so mean.

Pull apart my weary bones and bury my heart under the war machine.

 

Everybody leaves their every disbelief in suspension.

Everybody feeds on all the tragedy nightly

and the war machine is beyond the span of attention.

and what words even mean is a mystery, unworthy of mention.

 

When I wake up I'm gonna shake the sleep from my eyes.

I'm gonna take up this stone and slaughter goliath, so mean.

Pull apart my weary bones and bury my heart under the war machine.

 

Will the wars....will the wars ever be over?

Is the battle already won?

Oh fly away baby, fly away home.

Your house is on fire, your children are alone.

fly away baby.