War
I am pretty sure that we’re going to war soon. David Wilcox sums up my thoughts in his unreleased song September 12. These lyrics aren’t on the net anywhere, so unless you’ve heard the song, you’ve probably never seen them.
September 12
Long ago they built this fort of stone above the Hudson
To guard against intruders
There were canons in these walls
But now its just a park where we can come and bring the children
On a clear sunny morning in the fall
The reason for this fortress was the threat of foreign warships
And though these walls were ready no gunboats reached our shores
But you kids can climb the tower
And look out across the harbor
And imagine being lookouts for the enemy at war
But you never see it coming anymore
Now we’re on the frontlines like stepping over land mines
Not beneath our footsteps but never far away
And now the possibility the presence of the enemy
Chorus
It could be any city,
any peaceful day.
It’s a clear sunny morning,
but it’s nothing like before,
‘cause you never see it coming anymore.
It’s a different kind of peace,
‘cause it’s a different kind of war.
And you never see it coming anymore.
These kids have learned some history,
And they know what warfare used to be.
Tanks and guns and soldiers that moved across the land.
With strategies and battle lines converging at a place in time.
And lives were lost for reasons that the world could understand.
On the History channel war can look exactly like before
when you were certain it was over by the ticker tape parade.
They could come back home to safety.
They could celebrate the victory.
And the landmines were all buried ‘cross the ocean far away.
But a different kind of war has reached our shore.
And you never see it coming anymore.”
Now we’re on the frontlines like stepping over land mines
Not beneath this pavement but never far away
But here the possibility the presence of the enemy
Chorus