The Music

Ok… what’s missing? I got beer and music. Good music. Good to MY ears. And control. This song… and then a song of Yesterday played on Tomorrow. Mortars whumping up the hill. Dead marines. Let’s rock. More beer… my friend. And what is normal… and what is "good"?

And what makes any fookin sense at all????. Do I not drink to destroy the infernal ability to think, to clear the mind of maddening debris?? Music has rhythm. The mind has death, has babies too young to vote. Music is a resonance of good and bad. Life is a step forward to death, a step beyond hell, a step down… to the abyss.

Hey my good friend… I was on a hill once and watched a company at lunch at the field mess… blown away. Just like that. Whump. We warned them… and goddamit "they" wouldn’t listen. Then I crank the music up. FTA. I try and I try. To drown out the horror. The bodies. The senseless idiocy.

We trip another cd. This music has the fog, that black of pre-dawn night. A fugue of confusion. The illum and the screams. A hot minuet on the wire. Screams. Afraid to move.

Suddenly it’s dawn. And a silence which America can’t fill. Alive? Oh, yea! But at what a cost… and can we call it life? Some of us never made it out of that valley; some of us never had a chance.