November 10, 2011 by cosmoakacitizensmith
No matter what wonderful political set up you want, we haven’t got around the fact that we need a bunch of hard bastards to make sure enemies don’t come by and stove our heads in. (Anarchists please note: the militias in the Spanish Civil War gave as good as they got).
I wrote this seeing a sort of collateral damage in working class communities I played gigs in, where communities had to pull together to deal with their mates who had come back from serving in the forces and weren’t quite how they remembered them when they left.
At Occupy Oakland in the US, the media made a massive deal of the fact that an Iraqi veteran got seriously injured by cops during demo. Whether it would have been as big a deal if ut hadn’t been a vet, I don’t know. But there seems to be more of a culture in America activist groups working with veterans. In the UK people seem a bit more sqeamish about stuff like this. I feel this may change, though.
I think I kind of bottled this song in some ways.
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What’s in the Way?
Johnny boy came marching home today
Six months since he’d been marched away
Nine months gone since they’d tied the knot
Here comes a feeling which she’d almost forgot
Last night’s gig buzzing in her ears
All those demons drowned in all those beers
And his anger is a primal force
But his tears come hard and fast, of course
And she says:
Come back to me
Can you hear me calling
Over the sea?
You’re miles away, you’re hear in my arms
What’s in the way?
Come on home I’ll be here waiting
With open arms, loving not hating
Your miles away, you’re here in my heart
What’s in the way?
And he offs it to the pub at nigh
Cracking on with everyone in sight
Oh we all smile, no-one gets too near
When the fues blows better stand right dclear
And we all know what’s made him that way
And no matter what we do or say
desert sun and all those lives destroyed
Just won’t let us in to fill that void
Come back to me..