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  •  a musical milestone (4.00)
    "I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-to-Die Rag," from Country Joe & the Fish, 1967:

    Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men,
    Uncle Sam needs your help again.
    He's got himself in a terrible jam
    Way down yonder in Vietnam
    So put down your books and pick up a gun,
    We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.

    And it's one, two, three,
    What are we fighting for ?
    Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
    Next stop is Vietnam;
    And it's five, six, seven,
    Open up the pearly gates,
    Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
    Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

    Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
    Your big chance has come at last.
    Gotta go out and get those reds --
    The only good commie is the one who's dead
    And you know that peace can only be won
    When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.

    And it's one, two, three,
    What are we fighting for ?
    Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
    Next stop is Vietnam;
    And it's five, six, seven,
    Open up the pearly gates,
    Well there ain't no time to wonder why
    Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

    Huh!

    Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow,
    Why man, this is war au-go-go.
    There's plenty good money to be made
    By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
    Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
    They drop it on the Viet Cong.

    And it's one, two, three,
    What are we fighting for ?
    Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
    Next stop is Vietnam.
    And it's five, six, seven,
    Open up the pearly gates,
    Well there ain't no time to wonder why
    Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

    Well, come on mothers throughout the land,
    Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
    Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
    Send 'em off before it's too late.
    Be the first one on your block
    To have your boy come home in a box.

    And it's one, two, three
    What are we fighting for ?
    Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
    Next stop is Vietnam.
    And it's five, six, seven,
    Open up the pearly gates,
    Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
    Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

    Plus ca change . . .

    There's a nice-ninny priest/at tea in everyone,/all cozy and chatty as auntie,/but a saint comes/and throws rocks through the window. -- John Ciardi

    by Mnemosyne on Sun Jan 30, 2005 at 11:43:35 PM PST

    •  I remember you, Mnemosyne :) (none)
      Actually, I don't...but I'll never get a chance to say that to someone who gets the joke ever again. :)

      I couldn't afford plane fare so I ate the exotic food.

      by cskendrick on Sun Jan 30, 2005 at 11:48:05 PM PST

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    •  update for that song... (4.00)
      only needs some minor tweaks...

      I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-to-Die Again Rag," (with apologies to Country Joe & the Fish), for 2005:

       Yeah, come on all of you, poor, poor kids,
       Uncle Sam's policy is on the skids.
       He's acting like a 40 year old hack
       Way over yonder in old Iraq
       So put down your books and pick up a gun,
       We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.

       And it's one, two, three,
       Wasn't this about WMD?
       Don't ask me, I don't have a say
       Wave farewell to the USA;
       And it's five, six, seven,
       Open up the pearly gates,
       Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
       Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

       Well, come on Rummy, let's move fast;
       Your big chance has come at last.
       Gotta go out and get Saddam  --
       Before the country figures out it's a scam
       after we've looked for weapons in every hut
       East, West, North and South of Baghdad somewhat.

       And it's one, two, three,
       What happened to Osama?
       Don't ask me, I can't really see,
       Try asking the PNAC;
       And it's five, six, seven,
       Open up the pearly gates,
       Well there ain't no time to wonder why
       Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

       Huh!

       Well, come on Halliburton, don't move slow,
       Why man, this is war a-go-go.
       There's plenty good money to be made
       By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
       Just hope and pray that if they audit the books,
       You can blame it on the KBR cooks.

       And it's one, two, three,
       What are we fighting for ?
       Don't ask me, I don't give a damn
       Just tell me how Bush got out of Vietnam.
       And it's five, six, seven,
       Open up the pearly gates,
       Well there ain't no time to wonder why
       Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

       Well, come on mothers in Red States and Blue,
       That draft you're feeling wants your child too.
       Come on fathers, it's no time to rest,
       Send 'em off without a bulletproof vest.
       Be the first one on your block
       To have your kid come home in a box.

       And it's one, two, three
       What are we fighting for ?
       Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
       Next stop is Tehran.
       And it's five, six, seven,
       Open up the pearly gates,
       Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
       Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

      "The concentrating [of the legislative, executive and judicial powers] in the same hands is precisely the definition of despotic government." - Jefferson

      by El Payo on Mon Jan 31, 2005 at 01:38:05 AM PST

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      •  Man, that is fantastic! (none)
        I'm saving that and will sing it. By the way whatever happened to Country Joe anyway? Hell, it may be time to dust off all those '60s protest songs . . . Phil Ochs's "Draft Dodger Rag," you could almost use that today without modification.
    •  Here's another one about Nixon (none)
      {The heaven's child part really strikes me as ironic}

      Everybody Loves Me Baby- Don McLean

      <SPOKEN>: One, two, three, four!

      Fortune has me well in hand, armies 'wait my command
      My gold lies in a foreign land buried deep beneath the sand
      The angels guide my ev'ry tread, my enemies are sick or dead
      But all the victories I've led haven't brought you to my bed

      CHORUS:
      You see, everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?
      Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?

      Now the purest race I've bred to be to live in my democracy
      And the highest human pedigree awaits the first-born boy baby
      And my face on ev'ry coin engraved, the anarchists are all enslaved
      My own flag is forever waved by the grateful people I have saved

      CHORUS:
      You see, everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?
      Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?

      Now, no man is beyond my claim when land is seized in the people's name
      By evil men who rob and maim, if war is hell, I'm not to blame!
      Why, you can't blame me, I'm Heaven's child, I'm the second son of Mary mild
      And I'm twice removed from Oscar Wilde, but he didn't mind, why, he just smiled

      Yes, and the ocean parts when I walk through, and the clouds dissolve and the sky turns blue
      I'm held in very great value by everyone I meet but you
      'cause I've used my talents as I could, I've done some bad, I've done some good
      I did a whole lot better than they thought I would so, c'mon and treat me like you should!

      Because everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?
      Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you? <whoo, yeah!>

      Everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?
      Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?

      Yeah, everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?
      Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?

    •  As it was then and is now (none)
      And if you really want to hear how raw and simply we saw issues in those days, go to Country Joe's  Jukebox and play this song and Live in Peace.

      There never would be another Vietnam War, we said when we got the guys back home from that one. Like the First World War was the war that ended all wars.

      Sometimes all of this makes you feel tired, sometime it makes you feel sick. But most of the time it makes you feel both sick and tired.

      What the hell has all of this got to do with the one certainty which is that Spring is not far away, the earth is going to warm up gently enough for the new growth to start and the children will go outside and play all day.

      It has nothing to do with this fact, Mr Bush and Mr Blair. Get you solemn faces and announcements with their artificially contrived historic significance off my television screens. You are drowning out the birds singing and hiding the views of the trees beginning to throw off their deep sleep and preparing to blossom once again.

      •  The flowers that bloom in the spring . . . (none)
        Spring is not far away, the earth is going to warm up gently enough for the new growth to start

        A story in one of the London papers recently said that daffodils are starting to show there. The daffodils in this part of the other side of the Pond won't even produce green shoots for another three months, and when they do, I will welcome and cherish them. Particularly since I am very much afraid that, with the nutcase in the White House, this could well be the last time we see them.

        Now that Iraq is "solved, Iran is next and the only possible stop I see to those madmen is if the military rises up and says, No. Enough.

        But given the spineless performance of Colin Powell over the last four years, I don't hold out much hope for them, either.

        There's a nice-ninny priest/at tea in everyone,/all cozy and chatty as auntie,/but a saint comes/and throws rocks through the window. -- John Ciardi

        by Mnemosyne on Mon Jan 31, 2005 at 10:03:57 AM PST

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    •  I actually saw them sing this... (none)
      at a "be-in" in a downtown park. Ah, those were the days.  Protests were actually fun and had good music too.

      Of course I was a mere child.  

      this is rumor control, news and analysis on the appalling mess we're in

      by quickiemart on Mon Jan 31, 2005 at 05:31:25 AM PST

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    •  Hear it now (none)
      For your listening pleasure:  http://www.countryjoe.com/rag.htm
    •  Another oldie and goodie: (none)
      This one is for the members of the 101st Fighting Keyboarders, Republican Guard:

      Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore
      © 1971 John Prine

      While digesting Reader's Digest
      In the back of a dirty book store,
      A plastic flag, with gum on the back,
      Fell out on the floor.
      Well, I picked it up and I ran outside
      Slapped it on my window shield,
      And if I could see old Betsy Ross
      I'd tell her how good I feel.

      Chorus:
      But your flag decal won't get you
      Into Heaven any more.
      They're already overcrowded
      From your dirty little war.
      Now Jesus don't like killin'
      No matter what the reason's for,
      And your flag decal won't get you
      Into Heaven any more.

      Well, I went to the bank this morning
      And the cashier he said to me,
      "If you join the Christmas club
      We'll give you ten of them flags for free."
      Well, I didn't mess around a bit
      I took him up on what he said.
      And I stuck them stickers all over my car
      And one on my wife's forehead.

      Repeat Chorus:

      Well, I got my window shield so filled
      With flags I couldn't see.
      So, I ran the car upside a curb
      And right into a tree.
      By the time they got a doctor down
      I was already dead.
      And I'll never understand why the man
      Standing in the Pearly Gates said...

      "But your flag decal won't get you
      Into Heaven any more.
      We're already overcrowded
      From your dirty little war.
      Now Jesus don't like killin'
      No matter what the reason's for,
      And your flag decal won't get you
      Into Heaven any more."

      50% of Americans are below average.

      by badtux on Mon Jan 31, 2005 at 01:17:18 PM PST

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