Jack locked Jackie in Camelot
Chaste, and always on view
While ploughing a furrow of privilege
With only the moneyed and few
Fame is dirty, sullies the night
Some croon stitched into a dress
Tongue-kissing power ends up dead on a bed
In another “need to know” mess
Pigs couldn’t fly when they stood eye to eye
On the shoreline, losing their chance
In its shadow today, Guantanamo Bay
Feeds the spawn of irrational stance
Daddy’s little soldier – shorts, jacket, saluting
As the caisson went rolling along
Backwards boots pointing, after the shooting
While stars through tears sing their songs
Everyone tells you they knew where they were
An ill wind they all thought was change
For the strings of a puppet can be cut at the whim
Of the true masters of the grange.
What can you do for your country?
Applaud, take the bait
Smile, style, from substance resile
The pumped-up always deflate
Yes, Jack locked Jackie in Camelot
Chaste, and always on view
While ploughing a furrow of privilege
With only the moneyed and few
In another need to,
‘nother need to know,
‘nother need to know mess.
Copyright: Berman Cochrane
credits
from Like Lies To Children,
track released October 1, 2013
Thanks Greg Loyacano - drums, Marc Cornelis - treated guitars + keyboards & Gerry Steele - solo
Jody Stephens of Big Star and Luther Russell of the Freewheelers team for a radiant LP packed full of slide guitar and pop smarts. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 11, 2019