14 Favorite Political Tunes #5 & #6

Ah yes, already missed a day due to my wife's pink eye. Had to go to an immediate care place, only had to wait about an hour or so. Definitely a heartbreaking place, tons of folks without insurance with kids that had 100+ degree temps. Go America,

14 Favorite political tunes #5: The Day After Tomorrow - Tom Waits



I got your letter today
And I miss you all so much, here
I can't wait to see you all
And I'm counting the days, dear
I still believe that there's gold
At the end of the world
And I'll come home
To Illinois
On the day after tomorrow

It is so hard
And it's cold here
And I'm tired of taking orders
And I miss old Rockford town
Up by the Wisconsin border
But I miss you won't believe
Shoveling snow and raking leaves
And my plane will touch tomorrow
On the day after tomorrow

I close my eyes
Every night
And I dream that I can hold you
They fill us full of lies
Everyone buys
About what it means to be a soldier
I still don't know how I'm supposed to feel
About all the blood that's been spilled
Look out on the street
Get me back home
On the day after tomorrow

You can't deny
The other side
Don't want to die
Any more than we do
What I'm trying to say,
Is don't they pray
To the same God that we do?
Tell me, how does God choose?
Whose prayers does he refuse?
Who turns the wheel?
And who throws the dice
On the day after tomorrow?

Mmmmmmm...
I'm not fighting
For justice
I am not fighting
For freedom
I am fighting
For my life
And another day
In the world here
I just do what I've been told
You're just the gravel on the road
And the one's that are lucky
One's come home
On the day after tomorrow

And the summer
It too will fade
And with it comes the winter's frost, dear
And I know we too are made
Of all the things that we have lost here
I'll be twenty-one today
I've been saving all my pay
And my plane will touch down
On the day after tomorrow
And my plane it will touch down
On the day after tomorrow

#6 Ted Leo - Counting Down The Hours



Innocence it don’t come easy -- in a sense it never will
Accidents mean no one’s guilty, ignorance means someone’s killed
So I asked our Mr. Mellor how one gets to where one’s going
And he points to his survival, and he points me down the road
And I go on and on a-leed-da-lodda-lo
Wondering if I’ve got a soul and
Counting down the hours ‘til it goes
On a dark wet night in April, on a street in Jersey where
I went looking for some writing that I knew would not be there
And a punter from the Pelhams and the police, in the rain,
Were concerned more with the car than with the fact the light had changed
But after listening all morning, as I drove down 95
To a story of detainees who were barely kept alive
I could deal with trying to process with pigeons acting like they’re doves
But not with interference from the power lines above
As I went on and on a-leed-da-lodda-lo
Wondering if I’ve got a soul and
Counting down the hours ‘til it goes
And oh, precautions, yes precautions
But if you’re playing with a gun, well, you could kill someone
And in the dark it’s hard to know a friend
But I’m not angry, I won’t be forever angry
As I’m walking toward tomorrow with a rifle in my hand
And I’m thinking about New England, and I’m missing old Japan
And a mountain in California where a spring runs hot and cold
And if I told you I felt ageless, would you tell me I’m not old?
As I go on and on a-leed-da-lodda-lo
Wondering if we’ve got a soul and
Counting down the hours ‘til it goes

On and on a-leed-da-lodda-lo
Wondering if we’ve got a soul and
Counting down the hours ‘til it goes

Hearing this last night at the roseland was superb - more on that later.