MP3 David Shaw - Didn´t Sign Up For This

Rock, urban, blues song protests Iraq War from a soldiers point of view. "I didn't sign up for this, thought I'd be protecting my country from harm; I didn't sign up for this, thought I'd be fighting for right, not wrong."

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Didnât Sign Up For This
Music and lyrics by David Shaw

I wrote this song because of the strong feelings of sorrow, anger, frustration and disbelief Iâve had since the day this country went to war in Iraq. Itâs a war thatâs been built on shameless lies, and the list of lies keeps growing. So much so, that at times, I have to work to be shocked. I've come to expect them. But the consequences of the lies are so spectacularly vast and frightening that to become inured to them would be extravagantly irresponsible.

My own feeling at the beginning was that our leaders seemed naive. How could the Islamic religion with its disparate sects, with its religious laws that dominate the social, economic and political landscape, produce the kind of democracy Bush and Cheney wanted? I never believed for a second that weâd be embraced with open arms. Further, the 'coalition' assembled by President Bush was, and remains, an insult to a world sorely in need of community and compassion. My gut told me that within a short time, weâd alienate ourselves from the global community, and, at the end of the day, terrorists would use this countryâs bullying as a rallying cry.

The song, though, is written from a more personal perspective. Itâs about how those lies have ruined young lives, ripped families apart and created financial hardships for the families of soldiers sent back for multiple tours of duty. Itâs about the way the Bush administration would rather spend billions in Iraq than provide health care, top notch education, housing and food for people right here at home. Itâs about the poor medical care our wounded veterans get; itâs about the lack of financial support for their families when they, especially those in the Guard, are pulled from their jobs for years at a time.

This song is a tribute to those who have suffered the indignity of being lied to by their President and his Cabinet; itâs a thank you to those who have felt the veiled cynicism of the greedy and power hungry darken their uniquely American innocence; and finally, itâs a salute to the men and women who signed up to protect this country from harm, who believed they were fighting for right, not wrong.

*For a list of lies, misdirections and manipulations, look at this from Mother Jones Magazine. The List

http://www.motherjones.com/bush_war_timeline/


LYRICS

We went down to the station
I had to say goodbye
When I got on that train
My baby started to cry

âWhy are they sending you there
What do they think youâll find?
This is a fabricated war
Made up of shameless lies
Made up of shameless liesâ

Didnât sign up for this
Thought Iâd be protecting
My country from harm
Didnât sign up for this
Thought Iâd be fighting for
Right not wrong

Drove out on the desert
On a moonless night
Shredder metal on the boom box
Hyper boyz ready to fight

Slip and slide on the sand dunes
See a tent on the ground
Stop and look with the night glasses
Then a bomb hits without sound
Then a bomb hits without sound

Didnât sign up for this
Thought Iâd be protecting
My country from harm
Didnât sign up for this
Thought Iâd be fighting for
Right not wrong

They pulled me out of the humvee
No child left behind
My baby asked, âDid anyone explain?â
No one could tell me why
No one could tell me why

Dreamed I went to the station
I held my baby in my arms
She cried and said âDavy donât you goâ
This time I said alright
This time I said I wonât fight

Didnât sign up for this
Thought Iâd be protecting
My country from harm
Didnât sign up for this
Thought Iâd be fighting for
Right not wrong

Didnât sign up for this
Thought Iâd be protecting
My country from harm
Didnât sign up for this
Now Iâll never
Hold my baby in my arms