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Monday, May 30, 2005

My (Memorial) Music Monday

Yesterday, Susie Madrak posted the lyrics to Phil Ochs's "I Ain't Marching Anymore." While I'm typically not a copycat, I wanted to reprint it here, with the additional lyrics that I added to my own performances of the song after 9/11, which I've indicated in bold:
Oh, I marched to the battle of New Orleans,
At the end of the early British wars.
The young land started growing,
The young blood started flowing.
But I ain’t a-marching anymore!

Oh I killed my share of Injuns in a thousand different fights,
I was there at the Little Big Horn.
I heard many men a-lying,
I saw many more a-dying.
But I ain’t a-marching anymore!
It's always the young to lead us to the wars,
always the young to fall.
Now look at what we've won with a saber and a gun.
Tell me is it worth it all?
For I stole California from the Mexican land,
fought in the bloody Civil War.
Yes, I even killed my brothers,
And so many others.
But I ain’t a-marching anymore!

For I marched to the battle of the German trench,
In a war that was bound to end all wars.
Oh I must have killed a million men,
And now they want me back again
But I ain’t a-marching anymore!
It's always the young to lead us to the wars,
always the young to fall.
Now look at what we've won with a saber and a gun.
And tell me is it worth it all?
For I flew the final mission in the Japanese skies
Set off the mighty mushroom roar
But I saw the cities burnin’,
And I knew that I was learnin’,
That I ain’t a-marching anymore!

I was shell-shocked in Korea, napalmed in Viet Nam,
I was poisoned in the Persian Gulf War
I tired of police action,
To quell the other faction,
And I ain’t a-marching anymore!
It's always the young to lead us to the wars,
always the young to fall.
Now look at what we've won with a saber and a gun.
Tell me is it worth it all?
Now the wars of our past have brought the terror home,
By those who would seek to settle scores

Call it peace or call it treason,
Call it love or call it reason
but I ain’t a-marching anymore!
I ain’t a-marching anymore!

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