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This Time Next Year
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Political protest song about the condition of the USA as we begin the year 2008.
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americana, acoustic, theater, pop, jazz, great american songbook, rock, country, vocal, humorous, parody, folk
After spending a wasted youth performing in bands and as a solo artist, I'm currently only interested in songwriting and recording. OK, if you get me a little tipsy, or there's some money waved before my eyes, maybe my iron resolve will waver ... I'm only human, y'know?
Song Info
Genre
Blues • Blues Rock
Charts
#4,523 today Peak #57
#1,839 in subgenre Peak #23
Author
Wade B. Ward
Rights
c 2008 Wade B. Ward
Uploaded
December 13, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:11
Story behind the song
A local group of songwriters gathers once a month and decides on a title for a song. Then everybody writes a song with the same title. This was mine for Dec. 2007.
Lyrics
It started with an empty threat, We’re gonna bring Osama down Down, down, like the twin towers fell, Send him to hell But we ain’t got him yet. So then we said we’ll get Saddam, Invade Iraq, shock and awe Six years and we did get Saddam, But all it got us Was another Viet Nam Wake me up from this nightmare. Tell me how we got here. Will we still be in Iraq This Time, Next Year? Our Civil Rights are slipping away It seems that we lose some more every day Rendition, Habeus Corpus Take ‘em away to where they are tortured Congress lets the president do Anything his masters tell him to. Smoke some weed, you’ll get crushed with their fist, Embezzle our pensions and get slapped on the wrist Wake me up from this nightmare. This can’t happen here. Will we have a Bill of Rights This time – Next Year? Go ahead and read all my emails, Listen to me talk on the phone. Go ahead, investigate yourselves, I’m sure you won’t find anything wrong. Voters don’t have any choice Machines are rigged, we have no voice. Turned away just for having dark skin, Only he people in power will win. Our country’s in a dreadful state I wonder if it’s not too late. How can we turn back the tide, finally decide What the solution is? Wake me up from this nightmare. I’ll tell you what I fear. Will we Election Day This time – Next Year? Go ahead and call me a traitor. Smear me with your dirty tricks. Tell the press I don’t support the troops, Like you did to Valerie Plame and the Dixie Chicks Wake me up from this nightmare. One thing isn’t too clear. Will we have a USA This time – Next Year?
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