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Marchin' (The Unfinished Song)

Marchin', marchin', marchin'
From hill and town to the sea -
Marchin', marchin, marchin'
Til we cool our feet in the stream.

We march to tell the master,
"This you do is wrong."
He only has ears for his Angel of Death;
He will not hear our song.

We march to tell the general,
"This you do is wrong."
He only has ears for his master;
He does not heed our song.

We march to tell the soldier,
"This you do is wrong."
He only has ears for his general;
He cannot join our song.

Chorus:
Marchin', Marchin', Marchin' -
This you do is wrong.
Marchin', Marchin', Marchin' -
Come join our song.

We march to mourn the massacred:
The old, the young, the lame,
All the boys strung up high -
Our end is all the same.

We march to comfort the mother
Where the flag lies in shame
Across the body she cries for -
Our end is all the same.

We march with souls uplifted
To end the tyrant's reign;
Our forces grow in killing fields -
Our end is all the same.

Chorus

We march when we are sightless,
In manacles and chains.
In meeting halls and prison cells,
The foe has many names.

We march when we are beaten,
Broken, burned and shamed.
They only follow orders:
The foe has many names.

We march when we are naked.
Our wills shall not be tamed
By the might of all the mindless -
The foe has many names.

Chorus

We marched before the sack of Troy;
The path we've worn is long:
Across the bloody centuries
Still we march along.

We march along these trails of tears
For the home where we belong,
For the home we'll never see again -
Still we march along.

Though our feet are bleeding,
Though we dare not whisper our song,
Though sometimes few in number -
Still we march along.

Chorus

Marchin', marchin', marchin'
From hill and town to the sea -
Marchin', marchin, marchin'
Til we cool our feet in the stream.

So, march to tell your master,
"This you do is wrong."
When he only has ears for his Angel of Death -
Come join our song.

Chorus

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Basic melody:
Play the following NOTES to a march beat

A A A B A A - -
A A B C B - - -
A A E D C - A -
B B C B A - - -

Or guitar CHORDS

A A A E A A - -
A A E C E - - -
A A E D C - A -
E E C E A - - -

It's best unaccompanied.

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lyrics also can be found at my website: visit www.ayewright.com

Author notes

This is free to use by anyone who's interested. I'd just appreciate some credit, especially if it's printed out to hand around, or passed along by email.

I must have been visited by the spirit of Pete Seeger, Tom Paxton, Peter Yarrow, Joan Baez, the holy sainted Woody, et al, for this one! A good old-fashioned anti-war protest song – I think extremely marchable and singable, and able to rouse a crowd of hand-knitted liberals. It was inspired by events in Iraq during the occupation in 2004 – I'd wanted to do a eulogy of sorts for the fallen of Fallujah, but that idea (as yet) came to naught. Then one Saturday in April on a visit to Edinburgh (here in Scotland), I saw the perhaps now infamous photograph of the American coffins draped in the Stars and Stripes – effectively contravening a ban/diktat prohibiting such images. (This I've used in the verse about comforting the mother.) Later I was at a performance by the Willard Grant Conspiracy, and one line in a gospel song, about a stream, stuck with me. The next morning this began life as I showered. The verses ending in 'The foe has many names' were soon added, as the news of the prison abuses appeared. It's an unfinished song... what next to write about? I've been trying to work with another set of verses from the line 'We march through the fog of lies...'

The line 'We march to mourn the massacred' was originally '... to mourn Falluja', and this can be amended to suit any topical atrocity.

The song contains various generic allusions. The Angel of Death refers most significantly to the eschatologically (ie End-Time theology based on the Book of Revelations) driven policies behind the invasion and occupation of Iraq in 2003 onwards.

Latter postscript: Go see Fahrenheit 9/11 if you haven't yet.
Written April 25th, 2004

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