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Saturday, May 27, 2006

Listen to the Wind

Digby has a post up about Cultural ID here.

The question is asked:

If you could write a country song about Blue State identity, what would the lyrics say?

I decided to play along...

Listen to the Wind
by mjs

I'm living in the blue states
I'm living in the red
Somebody took the common man
And filled his common head
And poisoned all our brothers
And all our sisters too
Only one kind of person is happy
When I start to hate on you

I'm working in the factory
Working on the big combine
I can't afford a doctor
And the baby won't stop crying
Our sons and daughters fight a war
Our sons and daughters die
They want us blue and red ones
To never hear each other's cries

(chorus)
Listen to me brothers
Listen sisters too
Listen to the melody
That plays inside of you
Listen to the silence
And listen to your heart
Who gets to making money
Whenever fighting starts?
Listen to the wind
It carries all our songs
Listen to the wind
Everybody join along

I'm searching for the Jesus
Who aimed to help the sick
Who gave solace to the poor of us
Who knew love was not a trick
I'm searching for the Jesus
The man, the Prince of Peace
Teach me not to cast stones
Teach me to slay that beast

I'm searching for some honor
I'm searching for a life
Where I can feel compassion
Put an end to needless strife
I'm hoping that I'll find it
Right here inside of me
Forget about red and blue states
My country 'tis of thee
Sing it like you mean it
Turn a them into a we

(chorus)
Listen to me brothers
Listen sisters too
Listen to the melody
That plays inside of you
Listen to the silence
And listen to your heart
Who gets to making money
Whenever fighting starts?
Listen to the wind
It carries all our songs
Listen to the wind
Everybody join along
Sing it like you mean it
Everybody join along

I'm living in the blue states
I'm living in the red
Somebody took the common man
And filled his common head
And poisoned all our brothers
And all our sisters too
Only one kind of person is happy
When I start to hate on you

I'm working in the factory
Working on the big combine
I can't afford a doctor
And the baby won't stop crying
Our sons and daughters fight a war
Our sons and daughters die
They want us blue and red ones
To never hear each other's cries

(chorus)
Listen to me brothers
Listen sisters too
Listen to the melody
That plays inside of you
Listen to the silence
And listen to your heart
Who gets to making money
Whenever fighting starts?
Listen to the wind
It carries all our songs
Listen to the wind
Everybody join along

(the music that comes to mind for this is Johnny Cash's Folsom Prison Blues)

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2 Comments:

At 9:10 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

The lyrics are right on - set it to music, put up an .mp3 and watch it spread like wildfire!

 
At 12:41 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

That's awesome. Thanks.

 

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