MEMORIAL DAY MIX, TRACK ONE


boom boom, bang bang, lie down, you're dead.

Inspired by the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette's editorial invocation of Henry V's grand and glorious Saint Crispin's Day speech to honor of the lives and memories of the soldiers who have given the last full measure of devotion to their causes and countries, I've decided to make a little Memorial Day Mix of my own, offering up a few tracks throughout the day that paint a slightly less romantic, if no less passionate, remembrance of the dead.

First up, a little Pink Floyd...


THE FLETCHER MEMORIAL HOME
Roger Waters

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
And build them a home, a little place of their own
The Fletcher Memorial Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings.

They can appear to themselves every day
On closed circuit T.V.
To make sure they're still real
It's the only connection they feel.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Reagan and Haig
Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher and Paisly
("Hello Maggie!")
Mr. Brezhnev and party.
("Who's the bald chap?")
The ghost of McCarthy and the memories of Nixon
("Goodbye!")
And now, adding colour, a group of anonymous
Latin-American meat packing glitterati.

Did they expect us to treat them with any respect?
They can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles,
And amuse themselves playing games for awhile.
Boom boom, bang bang, lie down, you're dead.

Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
Their favourite toy
They'll be good girls and boys
In the Fletcher Memorial Home for Colonial Wasters of Life and Limb.

Is everyone in?
Are you having a nice time?
Now the final solution can be applied...

Posted: Mon - May 28, 2007 at 10:31 AM          

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