AFGHANISTAN

AFGHANISTAN

I could write pages about this subject but I will let the song speak for itself. I wrote this song in 2010, call me a visionary or just a student of history. What is happening now in Afghanistan was inevitable and 2000 years of history is a clear indicator, it’s a crying shame. The Military Industrial Complex and the War Lords can never lose a war for profit only the people who fund them and those who suffer loss of loved one’s, homes, lively hoods and dignity lose … will it ever end.

The audio is the original recorded version from HUMANOLOGY 101 with my then band The Likely Suspects … thanks Paul Snowden on lead guitar and Robbie Haber on drums and recorded at Incubator Studios in Melbourne. We have rearranged it a bit and now with Erik Adams on violin, Simon Rodgers on bass and Lou Opie with the additional vocals Folk In The Road play it a bit different … but the message is the same, and as predicted.

LYRICS

What’s the prize who’s gonna care in a land that knows no borders

A desolate wasteland oh so cold with barely any order

Tribal fiefdom War Lord masters in a darkened land

Only export addicts death why should we take a stand

Will this be the last campaign in the worthless dust and stinking mess that is Afghanistan

 

It has no value can’t be conquered the people don’t seem to care

Just ask Hannibal, Genghis Kahn or the Russians buried there

It’s never had a ruler even Alexander failed

The Taliban never had a hold on what they thought they ruled

The soldiers have no uniforms turn as the winds blow and now we have been fooled

 

Afghanistan what’s it worth not one more young ones precious birth

If Afghanistan is to bring us down it will be the fault of faceless clowns

While we waste our lives and money they reap a great reward

If we fence them in let them spin will it alter the worlds accord

 

Afghanistan is the graveyard of imperialism

The people are happy with their ways riding horses market days

They don’t want our treasured freedom they don’t seem to care

Why should one more young ones life be wasted way out there

The faceless men who send them in they know you just can’t win this senseless Afghan War

 

There will be no medals won in that stinking place

There will be no ticker tape no victory parade

Prime Ministers Presidents show up like photo op whores

Years of struggle death and lyin the only end is mothers crying

There will no winners in that stinkin place just the stench of death and massive loss of faith

 

Put an end to this senseless campaign in that darken hole

Let’s learn from the woeful disasters of those who went before

Lose not one more valued life from this day evermore

Bring em home and close the door on the senseless Afghan War.

AUDIO

 

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2021-08-17T18:09:47+00:00

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