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Published on Mar 17, 2013
written by Joni Mitchell | produced by Joni Mitchell & Larry Klein | from the album Chalk Mark In A Rain Storm (1988) | music video directed by Jim Shea & Joni Mitchell | vhs transfer & remastered audio resynced by sonicboy19 |
I met a young soldier He said his name was Killer Kyle He was shakin' all over Like a night-frightened child This is his story It's a tough one for me to sing Hard as the squawk and the flap And the beat of black wings
"They gave me a gun" he said "They gave me a mission For the power and the glory - Propaganda - piss on 'em There's a war zone inside me I can feel things exploding I can't even hear the fucking music playing For the beat of black wings"
He said "I never had nothin' - Nothin' I could believe in My girl killed our unborn child Without even grievin'! I put my hands on her belly To feel the kid kickin' - damn! She'd been to some clinic Oh the beat of black wings"
"They want you - they need you They train you to kill To be a pin on some map Some vicarious thrill The old hate the young That's the whole heartless thing The old pick the wars We die in 'em To the beat of black wings"
There's a man drawing pictures On the sidewalk with chalk Just as fast as he draws 'em Rain come down and wash 'em off "Keep the drinks comin' girl 'Til I can't feel anything I'm just a chalk mark in a rainstorm I'm just the beat of black wings."