Michael West, Neighbor
- Martha's Vineyard, MA
Talkin Disillusion Blues
by Michael West
I was born in 1947
North of hell and south of heaven
About that time the sun went down
On San Francisco, my home town
I stuck my head out to see what’s cookin
But it was dark I should have crawled back in
Cause there I was by the Golden Gate
Just about a hundred years too late
For the great Gold Rush of ‘49
O my darling Clementine
How time does fly – tempus fugitive –
Like a jailbird, hounds on his tail
I was raised up on the American Dream
It was lily-white and toothpaste clean
With TV sets and movie screens
Subscriptions to Life magazine
Then Life folded and God died
They held the services on the cover of Time
To the British Isles my daddy went
Spying for our government
And it was there in London town
Saw em hang Old Glory upside down
Shouting “Go home, Yank!” and “Ban the Bomb!”
Years before I’d ever heard of Vietnam
Back stateside on an ocean liner
I found myself in North Carolina
With the Devildogs of Camp LeJeune
I felt like howling at the moon, you know
Them jarheads say a service brat is lower
Than whale shit on the ocean floor
Yeah there’s more to this story as I know you’ve thought
But this is just about as far as I’ve got
Winter come around I’m gonna add a verse --
You know it can’t get too much worse…
So stay tuned folks, you’ve got nothing to lose
You’ve been listening to them Talking Disillusion Blues.
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