I wrote this song 10 years ago when the "second story songwriters" group would meet in the office space over what is now the Cru Wine Bar. Jim Fodery, Stephen Spitler, and Lindi Mereness come to mind as being the most prolific. I debuted this song upstairs at Backstreet Pub to an audience of about 20 people while the TV set downstairs provided an eerie, aural backdrop of bombs and gunfire. A few days later W made his ill fated announcement of Mission Accomplished. I offer it here as a poem.
What’s the News?
©2003 Christopher Siegel
What’s the news this month? Come ashore and sup with us
Have a pint and tell us of the world beyond
the sea
Have you any newspapers, lithographs or renderings
Of Bonaparte and Wellington ,
and the fields of Waterloo ?
What’s the news this week? Come sit by the fireside
FDR is chatting on the wireless tonight
Have you seen The March of Time? We had to stand in line
To see the latest newsreels from the Beach at Normandy
What’s the news tonight?
C’mon and check it out
Cronkite’s in our living room on the new color TV
Bouncing off the Satellite, film clips fill the screen
tonight
Death in living color, fresh from Viet Nam
What’s the news right now? Come jog along with me
Here, put on this Walkman- just listen to those bombs
Have you seen the scenes on CNN? Images of now and then
Like something out of Hollywood
on the far away frontier
Faster than a speeding bullet
Sharper than a two edged sword
Images assault us with a fire that
will not cease
And I can’t get a minute’s peace
Since the Dawn of time Mankind has the urge to know
All that’s going down around town, all around the Globe
If we are Global Villagers, do we need a new Town Crier
Who doesn't try to tell us what we didn't want to know
For now embedded journalists funded by advertisements
Spin factoids into info-tainment right before our eyes
And their curiosity over-rides diplomacy
While overlooking Pulitzers in their own backyard
So what’s your news today? Come out and sit a spell
I’m weary of the media, and drama that won’t cease
Please tell me something good, right here in our neighborhood
So I can find some meaning, and we can have a minute’s
peace.
Something good:
ReplyDeletethe smell of wood, a project, anticipation, new puppies, and people coming together.
Chris, I believe I get the meaning....nicely done.
ReplyDeleteIf I COULD sit a spell, I would ask:
Pig Pickin yet? Are the spots a-runnin?
How bout some jam at the Back St. Pub,
guitars, fiddles, whatever musicians bring.
Is it the 3rd Wednesday yet?
Old Time music and blues,
Brian' got boiled crabs, anyone bring Yingling?
Can't think of anything more peaceful.
Your friend, Hugh