Lol, just remembered that my old band did a song about 9/11 and the West's reaction to it, i.e. attitudes about revenge or whatever, shortly after it happened. How do I upload an MP3?! The lyrics I wrote for it, which are a little bit teenage angst:
'Six of One' by Mista Mafia
Eleventh of ninth, an inevitable fate,
Pinnacle of pressure after years of war and hate,
Four-figure death so the West has a turn,
Six of one... when we gonna learn?
Fighting for a reason but nobody knows the cause,
Letting hell break loose of a superficial source,
I can't see my way in the shadow of the man,
Who reassures me with his masterplan...
I wouldn't put my life in his hands (x3)
You can't look ahead if you can't see what's in your way,
So put a lid on it and deal with it another day,
A different kind of war but you know it's all the same,
Six of one... now who's to blame?
I can't work my eyes cos they're blinded by the sight,
Of nations civilised gearing up to join the fight,
I can't see my way in the shadow of the man,
Who reassures me with his masterplan...
I wouldn't put my life in their hands (x3)
(sung in a Morrisey-esque manner amongst a din of guitar and saxophone)
Lol, just remembered that my old band did a song about 9/11 and the West's reaction to it, i.e. attitudes about revenge or whatever, shortly after it happened. How do I upload an MP3?! The lyrics I wrote for it, which are a little bit teenage angst:
'Six of One' by Mista Mafia
Eleventh of ninth, an inevitable fate,
Pinnacle of pressure after years of war and hate,
Four-figure death so the West has a turn,
Six of one... when we gonna learn?
Fighting for a reason but nobody knows the cause,
Letting hell break loose of a superficial source,
I can't see my way in the shadow of the man,
Who reassures me with his masterplan...
I wouldn't put my life in his hands (x3)
You can't look ahead if you can't see what's in your way,
So put a lid on it and deal with it another day,
A different kind of war but you know it's all the same,
Six of one... now who's to blame?
I can't work my eyes cos they're blinded by the sight,
Of nations civilised gearing up to join the fight,
I can't see my way in the shadow of the man,
Who reassures me with his masterplan...
I wouldn't put my life in their hands (x3)
(sung in a Morrisey-esque manner amongst a din of guitar and saxophone)