The stars for my blanket
I lie here on the ground
The sun's the only thing
Allowed to move around
I don't cause no trouble
Don't even make a sound
Could be years to go, Guantanamo
A few more years to go, Guantanamo
I fought for my country
I fought the infidel
I head Allah calling
Like the ringing of a bell
But now I found Jesus
Right here in Christian Hell|
He loves me this I know, Guantanamo
Jesus loves me this I know, Guantanamo
The blue Caribbean
It soothes me in my rage
Its tropical breezes
Find me in my cage
An endless vacation
To pay the sinner's wage
Everybody sing Swing Low, Guantanamo
A few more years to go, Guantanamo
Everybody sing Swing Low
I lie here on the ground
The sun's the only thing
Allowed to move around
I don't cause no trouble
Don't even make a sound
Could be years to go, Guantanamo
A few more years to go, Guantanamo
I fought for my country
I fought the infidel
I head Allah calling
Like the ringing of a bell
But now I found Jesus
Right here in Christian Hell|
He loves me this I know, Guantanamo
Jesus loves me this I know, Guantanamo
The blue Caribbean
It soothes me in my rage
Its tropical breezes
Find me in my cage
An endless vacation
To pay the sinner's wage
Everybody sing Swing Low, Guantanamo
A few more years to go, Guantanamo
Everybody sing Swing Low
envoyé par Riccardo Venturi - 20/9/2005 - 14:02
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Testo e musica di Stephen R.Coffee
Lyrics and music by Stephen R.Coffee
http://polsong.gcal.ac.uk/songs/coffee.html
"If there's one thing that the fundamentalist Christians and fundamentalist Muslims agree on these days, it's that we are engaged in a religious war. On the assumption that it's a wise practice to 'know your enemy', I offer here a spare and uncomfortably familiar imagining of a Guantanamo detainee's encounter with Christian love. The deep cynicism, evidenced as much by the Appalachian styling as by the lyric, is my own, a luxury the prisoner probably cannot afford." -Stephen R. Coffee