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| Don’t Feed the Cats in Iraq The dogs kept barking They woke me up They just kept barking I wondered why Got out of bed Opened the door At oh five thirty It was still dark I wondered who They were barking at Maybe at the soldiers Getting ready to fight I thought about being alive And looked up at the sky I looked up at the night sky The barking stopped When it got light But the cats outside And began to cry They nudged my foot And hoped for food The rules says Don’t feed the cats They got disease They’re filthy And skinny and mean But I said feed them Everyone needs help sometime Even dirty cats So I break the rules And give them food Because it reminds me that I’m human too Food gives some dignity To little kitties They’re never as mean With their belly full and And they remind me that I’m human Music by Vic Ruggiero and Ben Lewis Lyrics by Phil Nerges Sabina’s Song Sabina came from Texas With a scar across her cheek A razor blade had cut right through it She didn’t talk about it, but it was understood That it had been done a man she once loved. What an awful thing to do And when she looked at you There was sadness in her eyes It really made me wonder How someone could be so cruel To cut so deep, into someone so nice Sabina, Sabina, tell me how could he be so cruel Sabina what becomes of you? Well she made up her mind She said, no, never again But where’s a girl go To get away from a man like that? She didn’t have much school Just your basic kind of girl From a simple little town With a monster in the woods The kids were grown She sold her home Well, she wasn’t coming back She heard about a job In the middle of a war In a kitchen in Iraq Before she left, he called to say He said war’s no place for you You better stay You wouldn’t walk away from me If you know what’s good for you No she said, this is goodbye And by the way, I hope you die I can’t see anything worse than being with you Sabina, Sabina, tell how could he be so cruel Sabina what becomes of you? Sabina—she’s got an army now That treats her with respect She leads them to a dining hall In the middle of Iraq And the men who work for her Are like a little row of ducks That falls in line behind her Sabina, Sabina, tell me what else could you do? Sabina what becomes of you? Sabina’s in the desert now Looking up at the stars She’s not afraid, not anymore Not even of the bombs. Music by Vic Ruggiero Lyrics by Phil Nerges Dirty Business (A journalist sings to his readers) When the towers fell You asked us to tell Who would do these deeds, And bring you this hell, There’s no sense To all this hate But someone must pay For what happened that day And you want no mistakes It’s gotta be right, Before the fight, Before they wreck our land Don’t make me laugh, You want the truth? It’s vengeance you seek Though only this week But like that ugly day The innocents will pay We’re a business, not the bible You expect too much The gold is in the hatred So don’t blame us, We just sang what you asked We told both sides, Just not to you War is such an ugly thing And we’re here to tell a tale That would make the devil laugh We just sing our song Sometimes it’s wrong But we never sing alone It’s just not your fault, If the war goes wrong It’s really a shame Everyone else is to blame Even though….. It’s just what you sought You asked for truth, But not the proof And now you say It makes you sad That it has all gone bad It must be something we said We’re a business, not the bible There is gold in that suffering, That’s really a fact So don’t blame us, We sang what you asked We told both sides, Just not to you Music by Vic Ruggiero Lyrics by Phil Nerges Kill Zone I drive my rig, and play my songs They help to keep me calm But five minutes out of Mortar-ritaVille The road is full of bombs It’s the worst between Balad and Baghdad Every day it’s really bad There hasn’t been a mile of road I can remember That I didn’t have to wonder When it would explode There’s just no peace in a land at war I drive the MSR When I see those tracers They just make my heart start racing They look so pretty in the dark But they’re not firing to thrill me They just want to kill me And I don’t even know who they are Militiamen watch us drive the highway Before they plant their bombs Some of them will wave to me with such a creepy smile You never know who they are It could be Ali Baba standing there, or just some normal guy So I keep my calm, and keep on driving by When the bomb explodes it makes that evil smell My hands are shaking and my back is aching My heart grows cold, I wanna get old I gotta get away Cause the metal is flying and I’m just trying to live another day I’m driving from the kill zone There hasn’t been a mile of road I can remember That I didn’t have to wonder When it would explode There’s just no peace in a land at war I drive the MSR Music by Vic Ruggiero Lyrics By Phil Nerges MSR Tampa Road This song is dedicated to all those who drive, escort, or ride with the supply convoys that travel along MSR Tampa in Iraq. These convoy drivers and the soldiers who protect them are among the most daring in the entire world. The lyrics are the thoughts of a driver who is torn between a skeptical lover back home and his mission supplying the bases scattered throughout Iraq. It is not intended to be political; it is just the story of an ordinary man as he drives across the Land of Abraham to a symphony of explosions. I drive the MSR Tampa 7000 miles from home They say they'll die without us The bases need the fuel But I'll never be called a hero I drive on Tampa Road You cried the day I left you I promised I'd be back If I die tomorrow All I can say is that I'm sorry I never meant to hurt you too Just don't say I sold my soul To drive on Tampa Road When I heard about what they did here I knew I had to try It was a chance to help my family And our soldiers that's why But I didn't want to tell you I drive on Tampa Road Death waves from Sword and Tampa From the Balad Market and 59 Alpha too The devil is there, I can hear him singing A song of RPGs and IEDs He sings of April 9 As I drive on Tampa Road Good men are gone now New guys don't know what they're doing They'll only get you killed Man I can feel my heart pounding In the bullets, smoke and flames But I just try to think of you And coming home from Tampa Road I may die tomorrow just because I took a chance A jet will come and take me home And leave you all alone All I can say is I'm sorry I never meant to hurt you too Please don't say I sold my soul Just to drive on Tampa Road Note: Sword & Tampa, Balad Market, and 59 Alpha are feared kill zones for drivers in Iraq. April 9, 2004 is especially remembered by the drivers and soldiers for the convoy ambush that occurred near Baghdad International Airport. Lyrics by Phil Nerges |
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Music:Member Since: 20/02/2007Band Members: Tampa Road recorded by vic ruggiero & ara babajian, lyrics by phil nerges, music vic ruggiero Influences: Iraq war, MSR Tampa road, April 9th, Nina Simone, Elmore James, Steve Winwood, Leonard Cohen, John Fogarty, Django Reinhardt, Steve Miller, Johnny Cash, Led Zeppelin, Muddy Waters, Rolling Stones, Del Shannon, Bob Dylan, BB King, The Cars, Hank Williams III, Legendary Shack Shakers, Sam Cooke, The Slackers, Beatles, Beach Boys, Shania Twain, The Platters, The Temptations, Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven, Gabriel Dante Rosetti, Jimi Hendrix, Pablo Picasso, Felician Rops, Paul Bowles, Colette, Ernest Hemingway, Eric Hoffer, Franz Kafka, Milan Kundera, Fyodor Dostoevsky, TS Eliot, Martin Scorcese I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4 Sounds Like: iraq war, msr tampa, us armed forces in iraq, truck drivers in iraq, Record Label: Unsigned |
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Feed The Cats In Iraq....
Vic was struck, when I mentioned in conversation, they
had a rule about feeding cats in Iraq. He
said you dont ... Posted by on Fri, 17 Oct 2008 17:17:00 GMT |
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Transcript for 6 Feb 2008 Show |
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| Tampa Road Intro
MSR Tampa is the military supply route that runs from the Kuwaiti border to northern Iraq, and the main source of supply for the Army. A significant number of the convoy t... Posted by on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 20:44:00 GMT |
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