Embedded with the Dead
Every day we watch the skies.
Orange: you look, we mesmerize.
As the gauze falls from my eyes,
I remember what you said.
I'm embedded with dead.
Every night we right all wrongs,
Sing the executioner's song.
Freedom's on the march:
That's what I dread.
I'm embedded with the dead.
Next year: live from Tehran
On a glowing steadycam
No credentials left;
No blood to shed.
I'm embedded with the dead.
R. M. Goetz - guitar & vox
John Fetkovich - drums & additional guitar
Pete Williams- bass
March's
mp3 of the month:
"Embedded with the Dead "
This song might seem to be just an exercise in over-the-top mordant fatalism, but fear not; I'm actually trying to make a political point. That is, in Iraq if you're not embedded with the Empire, then in the words of former Pentagon spokeswoman Victoria Clarke "Baghdad is not a safe place. You (journalists not embedded with US troops) should not be there." Especially with US tanks firing on the hotel where you're living. Ergo, if you're not a corporate media suck-up hiding in your Green Zone digs, you're embedded with the dead (collateral damage).
This month's track was whipped up partially at LPC's secluded northside mansion and partially here at the WilliamsArts complex. Pete Williams lends his signature eccentric, melodic pop bass to the mix. This one'll stick in your head.
