Tuesday, November 01, 2005

What was he thinking? What is he thinking?

This weekend it was announced that 2000 members of the US military have died in Iraq. It's Vietnam II. What was Dubya thinking? Was he?

With apologies to "The Cranberries"...


Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it's not you, it's not YOUR family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying...

In your head, in your head,
Georgie, Georgie, Georgie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Georgie, Georgie, Georgie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou...

Another mother's breakin',
Heart is taking over.
When the vi'lence causes silence,
We must be mistaken.

It's the same old theme since President you've been.
In your head, in your head they're still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are dying...

In your head, in your head,
Georgie, Georgie, Georgie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Georgie, Georgie, Georgie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a...

9 comments:

Milo said...

In the case of W., Rumsfeld, Cheney, et al, I'm partial to Dylan's Masters of War:

Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
Then you hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

JollyRgr said...

Odyssey

You'll have to introduce me to Milo...you and he think alot like me.


Scary isn't it...!!!

Odyssey said...

Milo, meet jollyrgr. Jollyrgr, meet Milo. There, introductions all done.

Milo said...

Nice to meet you, roger. I'm guessing you might be related to Od.

If so, you ozzy bastards are all OK in my book! ;o)

JollyRgr said...

Related....indeed we are....I have been known to call him little brother.

I'm pleased to meet you Milo.

Milo said...

it's a small world, roger. I did a postdoc with one of your classmates from Perth...

JollyRgr said...

Arrrrgh......now you've got me intrigued. Who was that...???

Milo said...

Gary Jennings was his name.

JollyRgr said...

Really....I haven't seen him since school. My wife Lynne went to school with him from first grade right through high school...she also remembers him....