three desert songs of an unwilling deserter
any port in the storm etc.
1
here I am: I am standing
in the middle of nowhere
with a gun in my hand and
no idea of the drill
and I think it's a desert
and the war's going on and
I'm not particularly scared
not especially skilled
maybe I've got some mission
anyway, it's forgotten
and I certainly don't have
the right kind of zeal
so they've sent me away
to this mexican stand-off
and I wait somewhat curiously
for their dubious thrill
I'd prefer being elsewhere
I'd prefer peaceful ending
but I guess I'm not leaving
this sad battlefield
maybe I'll be the last one
to lay down my gun but
it's equally likely
I'll be the first
to be killed
2
have gun, will travel
not afraid of the devil
not concerned with the evil
and not scared of death
will defeat any bad guys
will assume any disguise
will save multiple lives and
will be a model of stealth
have gun, do travel
then this desert, this war and
I've been dealt a bad hand
with not an ace in my sleeve
not that I've tried to do right
but this cheerless sight is
not the last thing I thought I might
see before I take my leave
looking into the muzzle
I just lazily puzzle
over that whitish dazzle
that will turn into a roar
unbeaten but unabled
not Cained but Abeled
had gun, did travel
I guess not anymore
3
5 seconds
this stand-off is absurd and it's bound to end
so I can just as well raise my hand and take aim
I don't care if my bullet rests in the sand
or in the abyss of my own wretched brain
4 seconds
or maybe a miraculous last minute escape,
say, a chopper, a bomber, guys with medical aid
a lone paratrooper, Superman in his cape
or just some poor shithead with a grenade
3 seconds
now it's pointless to hope, to dream or to shoot
and it's no use to hypnotize this sorry gang
if I cannot get out alive then I should
at least try to walk out with a tangible bang
2 seconds
no home, no family, no prospects, no ties,
no enemies except for these clowns
but I still have one second, a gun and these skies
and a desert devoid of sounds
1 second
no ludicrous matters like love or trust
no lies, no regrets and no dread
no future and now thankfully no past
that's because I'm already dead
1
here I am: I am standing
in the middle of nowhere
with a gun in my hand and
no idea of the drill
and I think it's a desert
and the war's going on and
I'm not particularly scared
not especially skilled
maybe I've got some mission
anyway, it's forgotten
and I certainly don't have
the right kind of zeal
so they've sent me away
to this mexican stand-off
and I wait somewhat curiously
for their dubious thrill
I'd prefer being elsewhere
I'd prefer peaceful ending
but I guess I'm not leaving
this sad battlefield
maybe I'll be the last one
to lay down my gun but
it's equally likely
I'll be the first
to be killed
2
have gun, will travel
not afraid of the devil
not concerned with the evil
and not scared of death
will defeat any bad guys
will assume any disguise
will save multiple lives and
will be a model of stealth
have gun, do travel
then this desert, this war and
I've been dealt a bad hand
with not an ace in my sleeve
not that I've tried to do right
but this cheerless sight is
not the last thing I thought I might
see before I take my leave
looking into the muzzle
I just lazily puzzle
over that whitish dazzle
that will turn into a roar
unbeaten but unabled
not Cained but Abeled
had gun, did travel
I guess not anymore
3
5 seconds
this stand-off is absurd and it's bound to end
so I can just as well raise my hand and take aim
I don't care if my bullet rests in the sand
or in the abyss of my own wretched brain
4 seconds
or maybe a miraculous last minute escape,
say, a chopper, a bomber, guys with medical aid
a lone paratrooper, Superman in his cape
or just some poor shithead with a grenade
3 seconds
now it's pointless to hope, to dream or to shoot
and it's no use to hypnotize this sorry gang
if I cannot get out alive then I should
at least try to walk out with a tangible bang
2 seconds
no home, no family, no prospects, no ties,
no enemies except for these clowns
but I still have one second, a gun and these skies
and a desert devoid of sounds
1 second
no ludicrous matters like love or trust
no lies, no regrets and no dread
no future and now thankfully no past
that's because I'm already dead