Lyric of the Week: YOU CAN’T LET THE BASTARDS WIN
How can I go on singing love songs
When things are much more bitter than sweet
How can I keep rocking and rolling along
While rockets are landing in the street
They want my people killed
My people's blood to be spilled
And I can’t do much more
Than pray for our enemies’ defeat.
But you’d grant your enemies their victory
If you just quit and pack it in
To stop your singing, writing, and playing
Isn’t just defeat, it’s a sin
Don’t let them have their victory
Don’t just give up or give in
Stand up strong and sing your song
You can’t let the bastards win
You can’t let the bastards win …
How can I write about my soul in exile life
While families are targeted for murder
How can I escape this stress and strife
My resolve is undermined further
The innocents marked for slaughter
Their blood to flow like water
And I can’t be much more
Than a frustrated observer.
How can I play upbeat music
While everything is on the way down
How can I excuse it
When the red alert is the prevailing sound
Fifteen seconds to run
Living under the gun
And I can’t do much more
Than watching my nation go to ground.
©2018 The Hesh Inc.
There is really little more to say than what is really in the picture. As of this morning, more than one hundred and eighty such 'firecrackers' have been launched at Israel by the 'peaceful protestors' of the Gaza Strip. How many more will it take until the Israeli government does what needs to be done, which is to uproot the entire terror infrastructure from the Strip without paying any heed to the 'enlightened' opinions of the terrorist-coddling nations of the world. David Ben-Gurion, Israel's first prime minister, would have known what to do. It is bitterly ironic that the current prime minister, considered by many to be right-wing, is an utter wimp compared to the left-wing leaders of the past.
And I sit here, at a computer in New York City, perhaps safe from the onslaught but very much anxious about what is happening to my brothers and sisters in Israel and utterly powerless to help the situation. But at the same time, I can't just fold up and stop doing my thing. That is the sentiment of the lyrics to this song.
The song was actually written during the terror spell of the early 2000s, when suicide-homicide bombers were setting themselves off in the streets of Israel's cities. Now that THE WALL all but keeps those scourges out and the enemy resorts to rocket attacks instead, I tweaked the lyrics (whose original imagery was much bloodier) to reflect the current situation.
May this all end soon with Israeli victory, and may the Strip be wiped clean of all the terrorists and their abettors.