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Living with War, Vol. II

Prologue
This lyric was my gut-jerk reaction to Neil Young’s 2006 CD and title track, “Living with War.” Four years later, and dammit to hell, I’m not sure I’d change one reckless word.

I’ve got childhood friends with blue-collar values
Who forgive their sugar daddy’s white-collar crimes.
They support wartime generals on the take
As long as they cancel out the five-star traitors who dare to say,
“If America the Powerful breaks it, then we gotta fix it.
If our great country creates a ripple and cracks the surface,
By gosh by golly by gee, by the godforsaken land of Saddam,
We own the whole bloody mess.”

Oil doesn’t mix too naturally at a social function,
Unless it’s a high school dance of dumbbells, death and destruction,
With quail hunters and drug lords who could appreciate a lethal toxin,
It’s really the only way to keep up an honest-to-goodness front.
A soldier reaches for his rifle and finds a hole where his heart was.
A drummer bangs on his snare and hopes to fill his share of the gap.

I’m too young to remember this horse of an all-too similar color,
But hell, I’m too crazy to kneel and bear it all the same.
I remember hearing Neil sing about Four Dead in the Buckeye State,
Now I’m wondering whether that was just a dress rehearsal
For these times when you have to be careful of what you say.
When you have to hesitate to sing about freedom, then clearly we’ve got a problem.
Gone are the ‘80s when we snorted our issues and repaired the future one line at a time.
Now we sort and prioritize our issues and prepare and despair our future one lie at a time.

We’re living with war, and it’s part II of a hundred and one.
We’re living with war, and it doesn’t end with the setting sun.
We’re living with war, and Neil Young ain’t relevant enough to make a difference.
We’re living with war, and damn, if I can get anyone to think any more of it.

I’m drinking my 25-dollar bottle of wine and smoking on my Cuban cigar,
I’m thinking that maybe my lifestyle isn’t conducive to singing protest songs,
I could be wrong but I probably should keep my pie shut and order a second slice,
Dessert in the desert is better by far without a congested conscience of sugar and spice.

I’d like to head down to Cabo San Lucas and get my clock cleaned once and for all,
It’s better to live and forget, then die and regret –
As it says on the walls of Cabo Wabo:
Sin, Repent and Repeat
As they spray on the walls of Abu Ghraib:
Sin, Repent and Repeat
As it plays in the halls of Congress:
Spin, Invent and Retreat.

About Dan Cafaro

Dan Cafaro is the founder and publisher of Atticus Books, a small press based in Madison, N.J. When Dan is not following his wife around the country, he is known to sit for long periods of time pondering how to live off the grid. Atticus Review is his first literary journal.

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