Ya ever get these tunes in your head that just keep coming back all day? These are mine, today. Feel free to add what you wish, maybe the Star Spangled Banner or the National Anthem, I suppose. I wonder what the future songs of "these" times will be, ten or twenty years from now?

Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore ~ John Prine While digesting Reader's Digest In the back of a dirty book store, A plastic flag, with gum on the back, Fell out on the floor. Well, I picked it up and I ran outside Slapped on my window shield, And if I could see old Betsy Ross I tell her how good I feel. But your flag decal won't get you Into Heaven any more. They're already overcrowded From your dirty little war. Now Jesus don't like killin' No matter what the reason's for, And your flag decal won't get you Into Heaven any more. Well, I went to the bank this morning And the cashier he said to me, "If you join the Christmas club We'll give you ten of them flags for free." Well, I didn't mess around a bit I took her up on what he said. And I stuck them stickers all over my car And one on my wife's forehead. Well, I got my window shield so filled With flags I couldn't see. So, I ran the car upside a curb And right into a tree. By the time they got a doctor down I was already dead. And I'll never understand why the man Standing in the Pearly Gates said... But your flag decal won't get you Into Heaven any more. We're already overcrowded From your dirty little war. Now Jesus don't like killin' No matter what the reason's for, And your flag decal won't get you Into Heaven any more. Take the Star Out of the Window ~ John Prine Robert was a sailor For the best years of his life His captain was his mother And the ocean was his wife Only fresh out of the cradle Life's one and only spring He was sworn to do his duty And got blood on his high school ring And it's hello California Hello Dad and Mom Ship ahoy Your baby boy Is home from Vietnam Don't you ask me any questions 'Bout the medals on my chest Take the star out of the window And let my conscience take a rest Now he sailed across the ocean To the old far eastern war And it was foreign to his body It was foreign to his shore So he traded in the present For the better times he'd seen And made an oriental waitress His own home comin' queen And it's hello California Hello Dad and Mom Ship ahoy Your baby boy Is home from Vietnam Don't you ask me any questions 'Bout the medals on my chest Take the star out of the window And let my conscience take a rest Flashback Blues ~ John Prine While window shopping through the past I ran across a looking glass Reflecting moments remaining in a burned out light Tragic magic prayers of passion Stay the same through changing fashions They freeze my mind like water on a winter's night Spent most of my youth Out hobo cruising And all I got for proof Is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes So goodbye nonbeliever Don't you know that I hate to leave here So long babe, I got the flashback blues. Photographs show the laughs Recorded in between the bad times Happy sailors dancing on a sinking ship Cloudy skies and dead fruit flies Waving goodbye with tears in my eyes Well, sure I made it but ya know it was a hell of a trip. Spent most of my youth Out hobo cruising And all I got for proof Is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes And ten times what it grieves you That's how much more I hate to leave you now So long babe, I got the flashback blues. Goodnight Saigon ~ Billy Joel We met as soul mates On Parris Island We left as inmates From an asylum And we were sharp As sharp as knives And we were so gung ho To lay down our lives We came in spastic Like tameless horses We left in plastic As numbered corpses And we learned fast To travel light Our arms were heavy But our bellies were tight We had no home front We had no soft soap They sent us Playboy They gave us Bob Hope We dug in deep And shot on sight And prayed to Jesus Christ With all of our might We had no cameras To shoot the landscape We passed the hash pipe And played our Doors tapes And it was dark So dark at night And we held on to each other Like brother to brother We promised our mothers we'd write And we would all go down together We said we'd all go down together Yes we would all go down together Remember Charlie? Remember Baker? They left their childhood On every acre And who was wrong? And who was right? It didn't matter in the thick of the fight We held the day In the palm Of our hand They ruled the night And the night Seemed to last as long as six weeks On Parris Island We held the coastline They held the highlands And they were sharp As sharp as knives They heard the hum of our motors They counted the rotors And waited for us to arrive And we would all go down together We said we'd all go down together Yes we would all go down together

-- Zzzzz (asleep@the.wheel), September 25, 2001