NP Yarrow & Kerry

[Jasper Fidget]

John, the vacuous oligarch, lived by the sea
And dallied on the Senate floor in a land called Washington DC.
Little Peter Yarrow loved that wastrel John
And wrote him poems like a 12 year old girl hoping we'd all sing along, oh

Never mind.  This is really pretty embarrassing.

> -----Original Message-----
> From: owner-pynchon-l at waste.org [mailto:owner-pynchon-l at waste.org] On
> Behalf Of Otto
> Sent: Thursday, July 15, 2004 10:32 PM
> To: Pynchon Liste
> Subject: NP Yarrow & Kerry
> 
> America Come Home
> 
> We dreamed of peace, we'd seen the price of war's
> obscene destruction
> The broken souls, and spirits scarred beyond
> all recognition
> As the lie was told, their fiction spun, with nary
> rhyme nor reason
> The emperor has no clothes, we cried.
> And they, of course, cried, Treason! . . . .
> So now the dream again awaits our courage and
> our heart
> And you, our friend, we look to you to play the
> hero's part
> It's not as if you're unprepared, you know
> what must be done
> Gather all our strength, dear John, and together
> we'll reach for the sun
> 
> --Peter Yarrow, "America Come Home," written for John Kerry
> http://zeus.zeit.de/2004/30/AmericaComeHome.mp3
> 
> http://www.zeit.de/2004/30/Kerry_neu
> (article in German)