“Winds (Wings) Of War”

[Written in January of 1991, in three minutes flat, music and all! - Inspired by the news telecast of that little bird, caught in Hussein’s voluntary oil spill in the midst of The Desert Storm Operation. We are fools to think we can go on hurting each other and nature, this way]

(Start track with well-known Arabic air which then merges with the beginning of the USA’s National Anthem. At the point where you reach “Can you seeeeeee……” Make that part sound like a falling bomb and follow this with soundtrack of heavy gun fire [done with drums] and then the sound of choppers whipping sand. Bomb hits target with a loud bang… Count to four and then start singing – There is a war, going on, in the very music of this song and instruments are made to sound like bombs, choppers and racing bullets. This song is my very best – EVER!! It’s a Rock song like none ever experienced before. I will record this song if it’s the last thing I ever do. Recording’s proceeds to go to War Child)

Under the desert’s sun, I stand

Miles away from nowhere

A new day has just begun, and yet

Smoke still whips the air

Sand storms caused by the winds of war

Don’t we want peace anymore?

Some say we may just have to fight (oh, oh...)

Since when, was such madness,

Ever worth dying for?

(Chorus)

Winds of... (Wings of war!)

Don’t we want peace anymore?

We’ve gone too ... (Far too far!)

Birds wash up dead on our shores (oh, oh, oh....)

Don’t we want peace anymore?

Out, in the light of night, I hear

Choppers crack like thunder

All’s wrong here, no one’s right

We know but it don’t matter

Up in arms, as I hit the ground

I wonder what all this is for...

My heart is drumming fear to my hands (Oh, oh...)

Will I ever be the same as before??!

(Chorus)

Winds of... (Wings of war!)

Don’t we want peace anymore?

We’ve gone too ... (Far too far!)

Birds wash up dead on our shores (oh, oh, oh....)

Don’t we want peace anymore?

(Bridge)

Depleted Uranium’s now mingling with the clouds

The Earth goes ‘round and ‘round again

Not only is it Genocide!!! (Dear God!!)

We’re pissin’ in the wind!!!

Caught in this web of war, I pray

For all strategic masters

‘Cos in a softer glove

Their powers could do wonders

As I lay here, now biting sand

Trying hard to understand...

Bullets race on, beside my thoughts (Oh, oh...)

We’ve got such power...

Can’t we make this STOP???!!!!

(Chorus)

Winds of... (Wings of war!)

Don’t we want peace anymore?

We’ve gone too... (Far too far!)

Birds wash up dead on our shores (oh, oh, oh...)

Don’t we want peace anymore?

(Chorus: 1 octave higher)

Winds of... (Wings of war!)

Don’t we want peace anymore?

We’ve gone too... (Far too far!)

Birds wash up dead on our shores (oh, oh, oh...)

Don’t we want peace anymore?

(Fade with the sound of chopper blades slowing down, whipping the air, in the background)