Tag: 9/11

  • Memory in Song (II)

    More oddly-prescient musings of Jackson Browne.

    “Lives in the Balance”
    Jackson Browne
    Lives in the Balance

    I’ve been waiting for something to happen
    For a week or a month or a year
    With the blood in the ink of the headlines
    And the sound of the crowd in my ear
    You might ask what it takes to remember
    When you know that you’ve seen it before
    Where a government lies to its people
    And a nation lies drifting to war

    There’s a shadow on the faces
    Of the men who send the guns
    To the wars that are fought in places
    Where their business interest runs…

    On the radio talk shows and TV
    You hear one thing again and again
    That the USA stands for freedom
    And we’ve come to the aid of a friend.
    But who are the ones that we call our friends,
    these governments killing their own?
    Or the people who finally can’t take anymore
    So they pick up a gun or a knife or a stone?

    And there are lives in the balance
    And there are people under fire
    And there are children at the cannons
    And there is blood on the wire…

    There’s a shadow on the faces
    Of the men who fan the flames
    Of the wars that fought in the places
    Where we can’t even say the names.
    They sell us the President the same way
    They sell us our clothes and our cars
    They sell us everything from youth to religion
    At the same time they sell us our wars.
    I wanna know who the men in the shadows are
    I wanna hear somebody asking them why
    They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
    But they’re never the ones to fight and to die.

    And there are lives in the balance
    And there are people under fire
    And there are children at the cannons
    And there is blood on the wire…

  • Memory in Song (I)

    It’s still surprisingly hard to write about 9/11. It galls me to see, again, our national “leaders” exploit this tragedy for political ends. And it saddens me that we don’t seem to have learned any lessons. So it’s really not in me to pen something deep and insightful. Instead, I’ll fall back on the melodic musings of Jackson Browne, writing long before today but seeing, apparently, the same sickening game.

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