This song was written in collaboration with input from several friends a long time ago. A late-night flight to Dallas from Miami to a recording studio, eight or ten musicians, seemed like fun at the time....now not so much!

It seems to pop up on my computer every few years somehow.
Shocking every time I read it! Perhaps the music covered up the intensity of these lyrics.
PTSD SONG
Sound effect intro
We did for our country they did it for me
like the vets from Vietnam back in nineteen seventy three
All the guys from World War Two dug in for the fight
bullets flying every where in the middle of the night

You found yourself in a hole over there
You met the beast better beware
Trying to kill you but you don’t care
Keep on marching my brother
One foot in front of the other
Solo
you were there in country, you were the elite
now you’re here back in the world walking down the street
startled by the smallest sound of a car passing by
you try your best to hide it, the tear from your eye

You found yourself in a hole over there
You met the beast better beware
Trying to kill you but you don’t care
Keep on marching my brother
One foot in front of the other
Solo
You keep your gun by side you know it’s not right
When you wake up screaming in the middle of the night
The doctor takes the history and then he writes it down
you just keep on thinking they gona put me in the ground

You found yourself in a hole over there
You met the beast better beware
Trying to kill you but you don’t care
Keep on marching my brother
One foot in front of the other
Solo
You know the beast is a monster that lives inside your brain
Every day you wake up he’s driving you insane
Government says there ain’t no cure you put a gun up to your head
Your finger is on the trigger nothing more to be said

You found yourself in a hole over there
You met the beast better beware
Trying to kill you but you don’t care
Keep on marching my brother
One foot in front of the other
Sound effect out

I just read this again...cold chills



RIP, all the guys who killed themselves after this was written.

The cost of war is incalculable.

Billy

Last edited by Planobilly; 06/11/25 07:16 PM.
“Amazing! I’ll be working with Jaco Pastorius, Charlie Parker, Art Tatum, and Buddy Rich, and you’re telling me it’s not that great of a gig?
“Well…” Saint Peter, hesitated, “God’s got this girlfriend who thinks she can sing…”