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Human beings will be happier - not when they cure cancer or get to Mars or eliminate racial prejudice or flush Lake Erie but when they find ways to inhabit primitive communities again. That's my utopia.
~Kurt Vonnegut
~Kurt Vonnegut
Sunday, July 17, 2005
I knew better, but I did it anyway
I'm dyin' here.
I knew what I was getting myself into, but it just seemed right.
Susan pointed to the New Cowboy Junkies saying, "It's probably the most poignant anti-war/anti-violence disc in years." The link goes straight to the music clips. wax files
Of course my eyes were attracted first to "Two Soldiers". I knew. It had to be the same "Two Soldiers" Craig used to sing. I had to dig through my hard drive to find it. You know I had to do it. It just seemed right, right?
That song always made me cry anyway. It may have been right, but it's damn hard to listen to. It's also damn good. I uploaded his version here mp3
"She was just a blue eyed Boston girl..."
He was just a blue-eyed boston boy,
His voice was low with pain.
"ill do your bidding, comrade mine,
If I ride back again.
But if you ride back and I am left,
Youll do as much for me,
Mother, you know, must hear the news,
So write to her tenderly.
"shes waiting at home like a patient saint,
Her fond face pale with woe.
Her heart will be broken when I am gone,
Ill see her soon, I know."
Just then the order came to charge,
For an instance hand touched hand.
They said, "aye," and away they rode,
That brave and devoted band.
Straight was the track to the top of the hill,
The rebels they shot and shelled,
Plowed furrows of death through the toiling ranks,
And guarded them as they fell.
There soon came a horrible dying yell
From heights that they could not gain,
And those whom doom and death had spared
Rode slowly back again.
But among the dead that were left on the hill
Was the boy with the curly hair.
The tall dark man who rode by his side
Lay dead beside him there.
Theres no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
The words that her lover had said.
Momma, you know, awaits the news,
And shell only know hes dead.
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"ill do your bidding, comrade mine,
If I ride back again.
But if you ride back and I am left,
Youll do as much for me,
Mother, you know, must hear the news,
So write to her tenderly.
"shes waiting at home like a patient saint,
Her fond face pale with woe.
Her heart will be broken when I am gone,
Ill see her soon, I know."
Just then the order came to charge,
For an instance hand touched hand.
They said, "aye," and away they rode,
That brave and devoted band.
Straight was the track to the top of the hill,
The rebels they shot and shelled,
Plowed furrows of death through the toiling ranks,
And guarded them as they fell.
There soon came a horrible dying yell
From heights that they could not gain,
And those whom doom and death had spared
Rode slowly back again.
But among the dead that were left on the hill
Was the boy with the curly hair.
The tall dark man who rode by his side
Lay dead beside him there.
Theres no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
The words that her lover had said.
Momma, you know, awaits the news,
And shell only know hes dead.
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