Pinwheel of Death

Allen N. Pelletier


SONGS

Writers Allen N. Pelletier

Genres Country, Pop, Americana, Spoken Word

Recorded 1966

Lyrics spoken:
THE OTHER DAY
I HEARD SOMEONE SAY,
YOU KNOW,
AMERICA
IS IN REAL TROUBLE!

IT'S TRUE.
OLD GLORY
HAS NEVER FALLEN
SO CLOSE TO EARTH.
OUR EMBASSIES
ARE BEING STONED,
OUR DIPLOMATS
ARE OFTEN IN FEAR
OF THEIR LIVES,
AND WE'RE INVOLVED
IN A HALF DOZEN NAMELESS,
WINLESS CONFLICTS,
SPILLING AMERICA'S BLOOD
ON FOREIGN SOIL.
OUR YOUNG MEN
ARE DYING FOR IDEALS
WHICH DON'T SEEM
TO MEAN TOO MUCH
TO AMERICANS ANY MORE.

THE TRUTH IS,
AMERICA'S REAL TROUBLE
DOESN'T LIE
IN THE RICE PADDIES
OF VIETNAM,
IN THE MASSES
OF RED CHINA,
OR IN THE DIABOLICAL
INTRIGUES
TO THE SOUTH OF US.
THE REAL TROUBLE
LIES IN THE PLAYGROUNDS
OF ST. LOUIS,
THE HILLSIDE MANSIONS
OF SAN FRANCISCO,
AND IN THE SLUMS
OF CHICAGO.
THE DISEASE
WHICH IS SLOWLY
EATING AWAY
AT THE HEART
OF AMERICA
LIVES IN
THE SMALL SOUTHERN TOWNS,
THE FISHING VILLAGES
OF NEW ENGLAND,
AND THE HOT,
DUSTY STREETS
OF THE MIDWEST.

THIS IS THE AGE
OF THE AMERICAN CYNIC,
THE YEAR
OF THE UNBELIEVER,
THE DAY OF DOUBT.
WE'VE KILLED
ALL THE SACRED COWS
AND DESTROYED
ALL THE IMAGES,
AND THERE'S NOTHING
LEFT TO RESPECT.
OLD FASHIONED
LOVE OF GOD,
COUNTRY
AND FAMILY
IS PASSE.

WE STARE
AT OUR SHOELACES
WHEN THEY PLAY
THE NATIONAL ANTHEM.
WE WOULDN'T
WANT TO BE SEEN
AT A POLITICAL RALLY
OR A TOWN HALL MEETING,
AND WE DON'T WANT
TO BE CAUGHT
WITH OUR EYES CLOSED
DURING PUBLIC PRAYERS.
WE'VE DECIDED
THAT THE ONLY WAY
YOU CAN GET IN
TO PUBLIC OFFICE
IS TO BUY IT.
OUR HEROES
ARE THE FAST-LANE GUYS
WHO GET AWAY WITH THINGS.
PATRIOTISM,
THE OLD-HAND-
OVER-THE-HEART,
FLAG-WAVING,
MARCHING,
SINGING PATRIOTISM
HAS BEEN CONDEMNED.

THINK ABOUT THIS:
PATRIOTISM,
WHEN YOU TEAR WAY
THE FANCY PHRASES
AND CREPE PAPER,
IS PLAIN
AND SIMPLE PRIDE
A NEW CAR,
PRETTIER GIRL,
BIGGER HOUSE,
SORT OF PRIDE
IN YOUR COUNTRY.
SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY
WE'VE LOST THAT PRIDE.
OUR FORM OF GOVERNMENT
IS THE SAME
WE STILL SAY
AMERICA STANDS
FOR THE SAME THINGS.
BUT NEXT TIME
YOU'RE AT A PARTY,
ASK SOMEONE
TO SING AMERICA
WITH YOU
AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS.
THE BASIC IDEALS
AND STRUCTURE
OF AMERICA
HASN'T CHANGED
WE HAVE,
YOU AND ME!

OUR ENEMIES KNOW IT.
THEY'VE SEEN THE NEWSREELS
OF THE DISCONTENTED
MARCHING
AROUND THE CAPITOL.
THEY'VE DISTORTED
AND BLOWN UP
OUR MISTAKES
THEY'VE BEEN PUTTING
STEEL WEDGES
IN THE CRACKS
OF OUR WALL
OF SOLIDARITY.
THE NEW IDEA IS:
DON'T ATTACK AMERICA,
WEAR IT DOWN GRADUALLY
IT'LL EVENTUALLY FALL
UNDER THE WEIGHT
OF ITS OWN CORRUPTION.
AND DID YOU KNOW,
IT'S WORKING!

THIS SNEERING
COMPLACENCY,
ONCE STAMPED OUT
BY THE BLOODY FEET
OF A TATTERED
CONTINENTAL ARMY
IN 1776,
ONCE DROWNED
BENEATH THE KEEL
OF THE U.S.S. ARIZONA
IN PEARL HARBOR BAY
HAS RISEN AGAIN.
THIS DEADLY
LET-GEORGE-DO-IT,
MORE FEARED
BY THE AMERICAN SOLDIER
THAN ALL
THE COMMUNISTS
MORTAR SHELLS
IT KILLS THE VITALITY
AND SPIRIT OF AMERICA.
DEMOCRACY IS A FRAIL
AND FRAGILE INSTRUMENT
MADE OF HOPE,
PRAYER
AND YANKEE INGENUITY.
IT IS HELD TOGETHER
BY FLAG WAVING PATRIOTISM,
AND WE'VE ALMOST EXHAUSTED
OUR SUPPLY OF IT.

TRY THIS TEST:
LIFT YOUR EYES
TO A FLAG,
THEN SING OUT
AS LOUD AS YOU CAN
THAT OLD,
OUTWORN,
ANTIQUATED FREEDOM HYMN
YOU LEARNED
SO MANY YEARS AGO:

FOR PURPLE MOUNTAIN MAJESTIES
ABOVE THE FRUITED PLAIN!
AMERICA!
AMERICA!
GOD SHED HIS GRACE
ON THEE!
NOW,
IF YOU FEEL
A LITTLE PRIDE
WELLING UP INSIDE YOU,
IF YOU FEEL
A LITTLE MIST
IN YOUR EYE,
THEN THANK GOD
FOR YOU,
MISTER!
YOU'RE STILL AN AMERICAN!
 

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