i have to write, i have to
to bring out the inner truths
the soft spoken, tissue drenched substance
to feel, and to be, totally alone
bring about a change of heart
turn away from something else
to take heart in the moment
anytime we reckon, we study the lines
to reach out toward love
to cast away our deep ends
and approach a way in time
bring about a change of heart
turn away from something else
to take heart in the moment
i ask myself to listen
to the fragments of silence
to bring about a new thing
to produce just one more smile
and we bring about the new things
and a smile's just a mile
in the dawn that is approaching
we cast a glance that resonates ...
09 August 2010
07 August 2010
Summer Reading
House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski ★★★★★
Still Life with Woodpecker by Tom Robbins ★★
For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway ★★★★
Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut ★★★
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce ★★★
Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs ★★★
Still Life with Woodpecker by Tom Robbins ★★
For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway ★★★★
Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut ★★★
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce ★★★
Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs ★★★
27 July 2010
11 July 2010
a thank you of sorts ...
Dear Jeff, Matt, Stone, Mike, and Ed,
I’m sending you a copy of the thesis that I wrote for my Master’s degree in Philosophy. Your music has inspired me over the years, and specifically inspired me during the writing of my thesis, and I hope in some way that if you get the chance to read it, some piece, some part of it might inspire you too.
I guess I’ll share a bit about myself, to put into context the ideas that I wrote about. I’m currently 30 years old, getting ready to attend law school at Syracuse University. How did I get here? Well, I’ll start with what I see as relevant in regard to your music. I was a freshman in high school when I got my hands on your second album, Vs. That was the first one I listened to, as I was a big Nirvana fan and being a Nirvana fan at that time in high school meant not listening to Pearl Jam! Finally my friend Tyler convinced me that I was missing out on something and he let me borrow his Vs. cd. I took it home and recorded it onto a cassette with my little boom box and even cut out some construction paper and re-drew the album cover and slipped it into the cassette case. I was instantly hooked on ‘Leash”. And soon I was sold on the whole album, literally overnight. I returned to school and told my friend Tyler about staying up all night listening to the album and he said, “Oh, well you’re in luck. That’s their second album, their first album is called Ten.” I bought Ten the next day, and ever since I had that initial encounter with your music it has had a lasting, profound impact on my life.
I joined the Army as an Infantry soldier right out of high school. I didn’t have to see any combat, but I spent the first 18 months being brainwashed and looking forward to war. I spent a year in South Korea & my second year began at Ft. Campbell, KY where we were prepping to go to Kosovo. Around that time something in me began to question what the hell I was doing with my life. Part of it was being in a relationship with a college girl who dumped me after a month because, as she said, “You and your fucking friends are all crazy!” And she was right. We were all crazy. Drunk every night, looking for a fight, or to get laid, or do some drugs; anything I think not to think about what we were involved in. Her breaking up with me served as some kind of wake-up call, as I started to reflect upon the things they made us say and do. They were training us to kill people. It wasn’t a light-bulb going off in my head or anything, no great epiphany, but I did know something wasn’t right about who I had become, and I didn’t want to continue down that path. So I went AWOL from the Army. I was eventually caught in California (where I’m from), and to make a long detailed story short, I ended up serving two weeks in Mendocino County Jail in California until the Army came and got me, and eventually served 30 days at Ft. Knox Prison in Kentucky. I was ultimately discharged with an Other Than Honorable Discharge, though 5 years later it was upgraded to General, Under Honorable Conditions.
I got out of the Army still pretty much a wreck, intellectually, emotionally, and maturity wise. I surfed a lot, traveled, worked some jobs, and partied really hard. Saw my first Pearl Jam show in Sacramento at some amphitheatre (must’a been 2000). Went to community college, but I flunked out. I picked up my guitar in earnest and fooled around trying to form a band, but it all just ended in goofing around. I even tried to commit suicide once. Then I jumped on the religion train for a while. Started going to church and soon became a Youth Director at a church. Saw you guys’ play that year in Irvine, CA twice and the San Diego Sports Arena show, where Ed did ‘Arc’ (2003 I think). Got married too. Got kicked out of the church (church can be a pretty un-forgiving place). Tried to commit suicide one last time, but thankfully failed. Went back to school, the same school I had flunked out of 3 years earlier. Re-took the classes I had failed. And while I was there I discovered the academic discipline of philosophy. I had found my niche.
I transferred to UC Berkeley and double-majored in philosophy & rhetoric with an emphasis in public discourse, and studied Ancient Greek. Once I got there I knew I wanted to continue my studies and I began looking at grad schools for philosophy. Went and saw you guys in LA at the Forum and in San Francisco at the Bill Graham Civic Auditorium (2006, I was right up front in SF and had glow in the dark necklaces that we threw to Sonic Youth’s kids on the side of the stage). Got divorced as I finished my undergraduate degree, having grown apart while she worked a professional job and I went to school full-time. I was accepted to a couple programs, and chose Boston University. Worked my ass off in grad school and just finished a few months ago. Got to see you guys play Buffalo and Boston in May, both awesome shows!
I moved out to Boston and I fell in love with a girl. Love. Whether it be romantic love or the love of friendship, or the love for knowledge … I do believe that love is the most powerful force in the world. More powerful than hate, violence, anger … more constructive than compliments, convention, or conviction. I have been lucky enough to experience love with someone and it really opened my eyes to what’s possible in this world. We can do things, we can change things, we can struggle to make the world a better place, but it really only is possible through love. All this is to reflect that when I sat down to write my thesis, I wanted to write something that was important to me personally and hopefully to others. I was not out to write an academic treatise per se, though I was bound by the academic rules of writing, I wanted to write something from my heart. So I wrote it in dialogue with two of my favorite philosophers: Socrates and Nietzsche.
Like I said at the beginning, you all have contributed to my life in a very awesome way, and I wanted to say thank you. My way of saying thank you is by sharing what I wrote in the hopes that it might inspire you in some way, so you’ll be able to keep inspiring all of us who appreciate what you do with your musical talents, and your political voices. ‘Cause everyone needs a little inspiration …
All the Best,
James Marvel
I’m sending you a copy of the thesis that I wrote for my Master’s degree in Philosophy. Your music has inspired me over the years, and specifically inspired me during the writing of my thesis, and I hope in some way that if you get the chance to read it, some piece, some part of it might inspire you too.
I guess I’ll share a bit about myself, to put into context the ideas that I wrote about. I’m currently 30 years old, getting ready to attend law school at Syracuse University. How did I get here? Well, I’ll start with what I see as relevant in regard to your music. I was a freshman in high school when I got my hands on your second album, Vs. That was the first one I listened to, as I was a big Nirvana fan and being a Nirvana fan at that time in high school meant not listening to Pearl Jam! Finally my friend Tyler convinced me that I was missing out on something and he let me borrow his Vs. cd. I took it home and recorded it onto a cassette with my little boom box and even cut out some construction paper and re-drew the album cover and slipped it into the cassette case. I was instantly hooked on ‘Leash”. And soon I was sold on the whole album, literally overnight. I returned to school and told my friend Tyler about staying up all night listening to the album and he said, “Oh, well you’re in luck. That’s their second album, their first album is called Ten.” I bought Ten the next day, and ever since I had that initial encounter with your music it has had a lasting, profound impact on my life.
I joined the Army as an Infantry soldier right out of high school. I didn’t have to see any combat, but I spent the first 18 months being brainwashed and looking forward to war. I spent a year in South Korea & my second year began at Ft. Campbell, KY where we were prepping to go to Kosovo. Around that time something in me began to question what the hell I was doing with my life. Part of it was being in a relationship with a college girl who dumped me after a month because, as she said, “You and your fucking friends are all crazy!” And she was right. We were all crazy. Drunk every night, looking for a fight, or to get laid, or do some drugs; anything I think not to think about what we were involved in. Her breaking up with me served as some kind of wake-up call, as I started to reflect upon the things they made us say and do. They were training us to kill people. It wasn’t a light-bulb going off in my head or anything, no great epiphany, but I did know something wasn’t right about who I had become, and I didn’t want to continue down that path. So I went AWOL from the Army. I was eventually caught in California (where I’m from), and to make a long detailed story short, I ended up serving two weeks in Mendocino County Jail in California until the Army came and got me, and eventually served 30 days at Ft. Knox Prison in Kentucky. I was ultimately discharged with an Other Than Honorable Discharge, though 5 years later it was upgraded to General, Under Honorable Conditions.
I got out of the Army still pretty much a wreck, intellectually, emotionally, and maturity wise. I surfed a lot, traveled, worked some jobs, and partied really hard. Saw my first Pearl Jam show in Sacramento at some amphitheatre (must’a been 2000). Went to community college, but I flunked out. I picked up my guitar in earnest and fooled around trying to form a band, but it all just ended in goofing around. I even tried to commit suicide once. Then I jumped on the religion train for a while. Started going to church and soon became a Youth Director at a church. Saw you guys’ play that year in Irvine, CA twice and the San Diego Sports Arena show, where Ed did ‘Arc’ (2003 I think). Got married too. Got kicked out of the church (church can be a pretty un-forgiving place). Tried to commit suicide one last time, but thankfully failed. Went back to school, the same school I had flunked out of 3 years earlier. Re-took the classes I had failed. And while I was there I discovered the academic discipline of philosophy. I had found my niche.
I transferred to UC Berkeley and double-majored in philosophy & rhetoric with an emphasis in public discourse, and studied Ancient Greek. Once I got there I knew I wanted to continue my studies and I began looking at grad schools for philosophy. Went and saw you guys in LA at the Forum and in San Francisco at the Bill Graham Civic Auditorium (2006, I was right up front in SF and had glow in the dark necklaces that we threw to Sonic Youth’s kids on the side of the stage). Got divorced as I finished my undergraduate degree, having grown apart while she worked a professional job and I went to school full-time. I was accepted to a couple programs, and chose Boston University. Worked my ass off in grad school and just finished a few months ago. Got to see you guys play Buffalo and Boston in May, both awesome shows!
I moved out to Boston and I fell in love with a girl. Love. Whether it be romantic love or the love of friendship, or the love for knowledge … I do believe that love is the most powerful force in the world. More powerful than hate, violence, anger … more constructive than compliments, convention, or conviction. I have been lucky enough to experience love with someone and it really opened my eyes to what’s possible in this world. We can do things, we can change things, we can struggle to make the world a better place, but it really only is possible through love. All this is to reflect that when I sat down to write my thesis, I wanted to write something that was important to me personally and hopefully to others. I was not out to write an academic treatise per se, though I was bound by the academic rules of writing, I wanted to write something from my heart. So I wrote it in dialogue with two of my favorite philosophers: Socrates and Nietzsche.
Like I said at the beginning, you all have contributed to my life in a very awesome way, and I wanted to say thank you. My way of saying thank you is by sharing what I wrote in the hopes that it might inspire you in some way, so you’ll be able to keep inspiring all of us who appreciate what you do with your musical talents, and your political voices. ‘Cause everyone needs a little inspiration …
All the Best,
James Marvel
30 June 2010
early edition
I remember the first time I ever had a philosophical thought. I was 8 years old, in the third grade. I was riding in the front seat of the family car, a light blue 1984 Datsun 200sx. My Mom driving, my two younger sisters in the backseat asleep. We were on our way to a weeklong family camp with the Arcata Nazarene Church. I remember driving out on the long, narrow, twisty highway surrounded by redwood trees and a clear star sparkling sky. Looking out the window, my head tilted upward I distinctly recall this line of questioning: is this real? Are the thoughts that I’m having really mine? Who am I? What am I doing here? … These questions came and went in an instant. At 8 years old they were suddenly upon me and I didn’t have the wherewithal to answer them. They passed somewhere into my consciousness to arise years later. But I do remember that initial moment when those questions first arose. Questions I assume everyone has asked themselves at some point, only to shuffle them away without revisiting them or recognizing their existence but ignoring the way in which struggling with these questions could effect their lives.
The Datsun 200sx. Our family car. Given to Mom by my grandfather. But I’ll talk about it more later. First some history.
I was born in Eureka, CA at St. Joseph’s Hospital. My birth was supposedly a rough one. My Mom was in labor for 72 hours before she got that big needle stuck in her back. I came out with a big bump on my head. I went in for surgery. There was a lot of fluid build up from all the pushing. I wore a big bandage on my head as a baby. I don’t remember any of this. My Mom was 21 years young, and I think my dad must’a been 21 or 22. I was their first child. Mom. She came from a Mom and a Dad. With an older sister and a younger brother. dad. He came from a Mom and a dad. My dad’s Mom was a prostitute back in the day and his dad was a customer. Never met him, never even knew who he was. So he had a step-dad. My grandmother on my dad’s side was a prostitute. I ended up purchasing services from prostitutes as an adult. How fitting.
My very first memory as a child. I must’ve been around 2 years old. It was a fight between my Mom and my dad. My Mom and I had just gotten home from the store. My dad was lying in bed. They were arguing. As they argued I remember having a pack of Big Red bubble gum in my hand. I walked up to my dad and gave it to him while his voice rose in volume and aggression towards my Mom. I remember him throwing that pack of Big Red at her. Screaming and shouting now. I began to look for the pack of Big Red. I ended up crawling underneath the bed, sure that it had gone under there. I don’t remember how long I was under the bed, but I do remember I stopped looking for the pack of gum and stayed under the bed crying. Their voices were angry. And just like that, that’s where the memory ends.
I never crawled as a child. One day I just started walking.
A sister comes. They name her Frances. It’s about that time that dad raids the bank account and sells both the cars to pay for his coke addiction. A divorce follows soon afterwards. But not before dad kicks the living shit out of Mom and puts her in the hospital. The next three years are a blur.
Mom gets re-married. Another sister comes. They name her Kathryn. We have left Eureka and moved south to Napa, CA. Wine country. 2 years there: enough time for dad2 to get into some debt with the drug-dealers across the street. Watching Saturday morning cartoons, Mom making me blue pancakes shaped like Mickey Mouse, and making Frances red pancakes. My room was also painted blue. A knock on the door. A man and a woman’s voice asking for dad2. He’s still asleep in bed. Mom tries to wake him, but he refuses to get up. Mom has padlocked the door and they are threatening to break it down. Mom calls the cops. The drug-dealers leave before the cops arrive. Later that night they return. dad2 isn’t home. I watch Mom confront them in the front yard. I stand up on the couch with my hands on the back of the couch balancing myself as I look out the window. Mom is engaged in some kind of dance with the drug-dealing lady. They are grabbing each other’s hair and moving in circles. The drug-dealer lady ends up on the ground. She gets back up and they are swinging at each other briefly before the hair-pulling dance repeats itself. The drug-dealing guy tries to separate them, but they are a tangled mess. The cops come back. Some kind of order is re-stored. No one goes to jail. dad2 comes back later that night. He has a gun. We (me, Frances, and Katy) stay at a neighbor’s house the next day. Mom pulls up in a Uhaul truck that evening with our house packed up. We drive all night to Grandpa & Grandma’s house in Arcata, CA. They meet us in the driveway with open arms.
The Datsun 200sx. Our family car. Given to Mom by my grandfather. But I’ll talk about it more later. First some history.
I was born in Eureka, CA at St. Joseph’s Hospital. My birth was supposedly a rough one. My Mom was in labor for 72 hours before she got that big needle stuck in her back. I came out with a big bump on my head. I went in for surgery. There was a lot of fluid build up from all the pushing. I wore a big bandage on my head as a baby. I don’t remember any of this. My Mom was 21 years young, and I think my dad must’a been 21 or 22. I was their first child. Mom. She came from a Mom and a Dad. With an older sister and a younger brother. dad. He came from a Mom and a dad. My dad’s Mom was a prostitute back in the day and his dad was a customer. Never met him, never even knew who he was. So he had a step-dad. My grandmother on my dad’s side was a prostitute. I ended up purchasing services from prostitutes as an adult. How fitting.
My very first memory as a child. I must’ve been around 2 years old. It was a fight between my Mom and my dad. My Mom and I had just gotten home from the store. My dad was lying in bed. They were arguing. As they argued I remember having a pack of Big Red bubble gum in my hand. I walked up to my dad and gave it to him while his voice rose in volume and aggression towards my Mom. I remember him throwing that pack of Big Red at her. Screaming and shouting now. I began to look for the pack of Big Red. I ended up crawling underneath the bed, sure that it had gone under there. I don’t remember how long I was under the bed, but I do remember I stopped looking for the pack of gum and stayed under the bed crying. Their voices were angry. And just like that, that’s where the memory ends.
I never crawled as a child. One day I just started walking.
A sister comes. They name her Frances. It’s about that time that dad raids the bank account and sells both the cars to pay for his coke addiction. A divorce follows soon afterwards. But not before dad kicks the living shit out of Mom and puts her in the hospital. The next three years are a blur.
Mom gets re-married. Another sister comes. They name her Kathryn. We have left Eureka and moved south to Napa, CA. Wine country. 2 years there: enough time for dad2 to get into some debt with the drug-dealers across the street. Watching Saturday morning cartoons, Mom making me blue pancakes shaped like Mickey Mouse, and making Frances red pancakes. My room was also painted blue. A knock on the door. A man and a woman’s voice asking for dad2. He’s still asleep in bed. Mom tries to wake him, but he refuses to get up. Mom has padlocked the door and they are threatening to break it down. Mom calls the cops. The drug-dealers leave before the cops arrive. Later that night they return. dad2 isn’t home. I watch Mom confront them in the front yard. I stand up on the couch with my hands on the back of the couch balancing myself as I look out the window. Mom is engaged in some kind of dance with the drug-dealing lady. They are grabbing each other’s hair and moving in circles. The drug-dealer lady ends up on the ground. She gets back up and they are swinging at each other briefly before the hair-pulling dance repeats itself. The drug-dealing guy tries to separate them, but they are a tangled mess. The cops come back. Some kind of order is re-stored. No one goes to jail. dad2 comes back later that night. He has a gun. We (me, Frances, and Katy) stay at a neighbor’s house the next day. Mom pulls up in a Uhaul truck that evening with our house packed up. We drive all night to Grandpa & Grandma’s house in Arcata, CA. They meet us in the driveway with open arms.
21 June 2010
moving stills
i still think about her everyday
i still want to be with her
i still wish i could wake with her in the morning
i still can't be with another woman
i still love her.
i still want to be with her
i still wish i could wake with her in the morning
i still can't be with another woman
i still love her.
31 May 2010
Where Did The Night Go
Long ago the clock washed midnight away
bringing the dawn
oh god, i must be dreaming
time to get up again
and time to start up again
pulling on my socks now
where did the night go?
should have been asleep
when i was sitting there drinking beer
and trying to start another letter to you
don't know how many times i didn't write again last night
should've been asleep when i turned the stack of records over and over
so i wouldn't be up by myself
where did the night go?
should go to sleep now
and say fuck a job and money
because i spent it all on unlined paper
and can't get past: dear baby, how are you?
brush my teeth and shave
look outside
the sky is dark
think it may rain
where did the
where did the
where did the
-Gil Scott-Heron
bringing the dawn
oh god, i must be dreaming
time to get up again
and time to start up again
pulling on my socks now
where did the night go?
should have been asleep
when i was sitting there drinking beer
and trying to start another letter to you
don't know how many times i didn't write again last night
should've been asleep when i turned the stack of records over and over
so i wouldn't be up by myself
where did the night go?
should go to sleep now
and say fuck a job and money
because i spent it all on unlined paper
and can't get past: dear baby, how are you?
brush my teeth and shave
look outside
the sky is dark
think it may rain
where did the
where did the
where did the
-Gil Scott-Heron
25 May 2010
Going Anywhere
think i'll use the space inside
keep the words where they belong
no, i'll never write a letter, sing another lonely song
if the sky would fade to black
or disappear when you come back
'cause you left me in the city
where i stayed for far too long
oh no, i stayed for far too long
have you seen the shooting stars
while our silence filled the sky
the distance had derailed and i couldn't even try
to show i could be cool, ya know
to show i didn't care, ya know
to show it didn't phase me to be sitting with you there
oh no, not me
not me
keep the highway in your sight
count your change and watch the light
i can't imagine you are going anywhere
i was never here to stay
there's never been another way
i can't imagine never going anywhere
i'm going anywhere
felt the nightmare's 'un-event'
felt the poison drain out slow
saw your eyes when they were empty
found my hate and let it go
if the sky would fade to black
or disappear when you come back
if i broke you with my absence
you would never let it show
oh no, not you
not you
think i'll use the summer light
try to leave here feeling right
no, i will not save my grudges that i've sheltered out of spite
if the sky remained the same, ya know
i'd remember your name, ya know
you broke me with your trying, i would fade into the night
keep the highway in your sight
count your change and watch the light
i can't imagine you are going anywhere
i was never here to stay
there's never been another way
i can't imagine never going anywhere
i'm going anywhere
i'm going anywhere
going anywhere
-Allison Francis
keep the words where they belong
no, i'll never write a letter, sing another lonely song
if the sky would fade to black
or disappear when you come back
'cause you left me in the city
where i stayed for far too long
oh no, i stayed for far too long
have you seen the shooting stars
while our silence filled the sky
the distance had derailed and i couldn't even try
to show i could be cool, ya know
to show i didn't care, ya know
to show it didn't phase me to be sitting with you there
oh no, not me
not me
keep the highway in your sight
count your change and watch the light
i can't imagine you are going anywhere
i was never here to stay
there's never been another way
i can't imagine never going anywhere
i'm going anywhere
felt the nightmare's 'un-event'
felt the poison drain out slow
saw your eyes when they were empty
found my hate and let it go
if the sky would fade to black
or disappear when you come back
if i broke you with my absence
you would never let it show
oh no, not you
not you
think i'll use the summer light
try to leave here feeling right
no, i will not save my grudges that i've sheltered out of spite
if the sky remained the same, ya know
i'd remember your name, ya know
you broke me with your trying, i would fade into the night
keep the highway in your sight
count your change and watch the light
i can't imagine you are going anywhere
i was never here to stay
there's never been another way
i can't imagine never going anywhere
i'm going anywhere
i'm going anywhere
going anywhere
-Allison Francis
Backspin
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
crushed, hit it too hard
been walkin' round the table without any regard
noticing the things that are important to me
but it feels good to be standing on my own two feet
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
honey, when i think of you
you go scootin' away with your heart on cue
and i see you flash a smile as you draw aim
but you're scratching up your life and collecting pain
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
god, not the father, not the son
just a trickin' little devil let's you know it is done
whispering sweet nothings into your ear
as you pick up your stick and swallow your beer
how did we get here?
what do you want?
just a shiny white ball that don't wanna stop
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
crushed, hit it too hard
been walkin' round the table without any regard
noticing the things that are important to me
but it feels good to be standing on my own two feet
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
honey, when i think of you
you go scootin' away with your heart on cue
and i see you flash a smile as you draw aim
but you're scratching up your life and collecting pain
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
god, not the father, not the son
just a trickin' little devil let's you know it is done
whispering sweet nothings into your ear
as you pick up your stick and swallow your beer
how did we get here?
what do you want?
just a shiny white ball that don't wanna stop
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
Gotta put a little backspin on it
24 May 2010
Soldier of Love
Lay down your arms, and surrender to me
Lay down your arms, and love me peacefully
Use your arms to squeeze, please
I'm the one who loves you so
There ain't no reason for you to declare
War on the one who loves you so
So forget the other boys, cuz my love is real
Come off your battlefield
Lay down your arms, and surrender to me
Lay down your arms, and love me peacefully, yeah
Use your arms to squeeze, please
That's the way it's got to be
The words that you're usin'
Are hurtin' me bad
But someday you're gonna retreat
Cuz my love baby is the truest you ever had
I'm a soldier of love, that's hard to beat
Lay down your arms, and surrender to me
Lay down your arms, and love me peacefully
Use your arms to hold me tight
Baby, I don't want to fight, no war
Baby, lay down your arms, baby baby
Oh, please, baby lay down your arms
Cha cha cha
-Tony Moon, Buzz Cason
Lay down your arms, and love me peacefully
Use your arms to squeeze, please
I'm the one who loves you so
There ain't no reason for you to declare
War on the one who loves you so
So forget the other boys, cuz my love is real
Come off your battlefield
Lay down your arms, and surrender to me
Lay down your arms, and love me peacefully, yeah
Use your arms to squeeze, please
That's the way it's got to be
The words that you're usin'
Are hurtin' me bad
But someday you're gonna retreat
Cuz my love baby is the truest you ever had
I'm a soldier of love, that's hard to beat
Lay down your arms, and surrender to me
Lay down your arms, and love me peacefully
Use your arms to hold me tight
Baby, I don't want to fight, no war
Baby, lay down your arms, baby baby
Oh, please, baby lay down your arms
Cha cha cha
-Tony Moon, Buzz Cason
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