paroles de chanson Day in America - Sun Kil Moon
Deadliest
school
shooting
since
Sandy
Hook
On
Valentine's
Day
yesterday
in
Florida,
it
tore
legs
It's
5:30
AM,
the
news
has
been
on
since
I
went
home
Since
1 o'clock
in
the
morning
I've
been
waking
up
every
hour
or
so
looking
at
the
CNN
TV
glow
Came
home,
open
my
email
My
friend
Kevin
asked,
"How
are
you
processing
this?"
I
said
I
was
in
the
studio
getting
ready
to
sing
And
then
the
drummer
walked
in
and
said,
"Hey,
did
you
see
this?"
I
said,
"What?",
he
said,
"Looks
like
another
high
school
shooting"
I
said,
"Where?",
he
said,
"It
looks
like
it
happened
about
an
hour
north
of
Miami"
I
said,
"How
many?",
he
said,
"It
looks
like
fourteen,
or
something"
I
told
Kevin
from
that
point
on
my
Band
discussed
it
for
maybe
20
minutes
Donny
said,
"Why
don't
they
just
get
rid
of
The
guns,
like
they
did
in
Australia?"
I
sat
there
befuddled
and
said,
"I
don't
know
what
to
tell
ya
But
the
Republicans
like
having
their
right
to
bear
arms
Even
if
it
blows
kids
off
the
planet
They
spend
their
lives
without
their
legs
or
arms
The
Republicans
believe
in
their
right
to
bear
arms
No
matter
the
rising
death
toll
and
the
Amount
of
harm
it
causes
to
innocent
people
They
have
their
right
to
bear
arms"
And
honestly
from
that
point
on,
we
picked
up
our
instruments
I
got
three
musicians
out
here
from
New
York
and
we're
here
to
play
music
They
were
on
the
clock
So
until
I
got
home
tonight
and
saw
your
email
All
the
thoughts
about
the
Florida
shooting,
I
blocked
Another
player
had
joined
us
last
night
around
6 or
7
We
were
improvising
on
a
piece
of
music
He
said
sorta
reminded
him
of
Bill
Evans
It
sounded
good
to
me,
it
sounded
like
a
slice
of
heaven
Jim
was
playing
his
drums
but
Donny
wouldn't
play
After
about
15
minutes
of
this
beautiful
piano
playing
Donny
stood
up
and
said,
"Guys,
this
doesn't
sound
like
Bill
Evans"
I
said,
"What
do
you
mean?",
he
said,
"This
is
Bill
Evans"
I
asked
the
drummer,
"Did
you
notice?",
he
said,
"Yes"
And
I
said,
"Well,
what
in
the
fuck
are
we
doing?"
I
said
to
the
player
who
had
joined
us
here
for
fifteen
solid
minutes
Eyes
like
"Damn,
this
piece
of
music
is
genius"
And
he
said,
"Like
I
said,
It's
this
left-handed
thing,
and
the
style
of
Bill
Evans"
I
said,
"But
Donny
and
Jim
said
it
actually
is
Bill
Evans
And
thank
god
they
were
here
to
tell
me
this,
thank
Evans
Or
I
would
have
released
this
beautiful
song
And
someone
would
have
called
me
out
And
said,
'You
ripped
off
Bill
Evans'"
I
asked
the
guys,
"Who
is
this
guy,
anyhow?"
"It's
Bill
Evans,"
he
said,
"One
of
the
most
famous
jazz
pianists
in
the
world"
I
said,
"I
think
I
may
have
heard
of
him
Or
maybe
I'm
getting
him
confused
With
the
chain
food
restaurant
Bob
Evans
Bob
Evans,
yeah
I
got
that
association,
Bob
Evans"
I
was
with
my
friend's
sister
Debbie
when
I
was
18
in
Ohio
below
the
thrash
metal
show
We
walked
outside
to
have
a
cigarette
It
was
freezing
outside,
the
ground
was
covered
in
snow
When
a
girl
confronted
Debbie
outside
and
said
"You
think
you're
so
fucking
cool
With
your
nose
in
the
air,
don't
you?"
Debbie
said,
"What
are
you
even
talking
about,
I've
never
even
met
you"
The
girl
said,
"You're
a
fucking
snob
I've
been
standing
around
observing
You
all
night
with
your
dyed
black
hair
You
think
you're
too
cool
for
school,
don't
you?"
Debbie
got
tense,
raised
her
voice,
and
said
"So
I've
traveled
a
bit,
What
do
you
know
about
anything?
What
do
you
know?"
Debbie's
tone
was
getting
aggressive
And
escalating,
she
said
to
the
girl
"Where
in
the
fuck
have
you
ever
been
to
in
this
world
besides
Ohio?"
The
girl
just
stood
there
and
got
this
Big
smirk
on
her
face
and
I
thought,
"Oh
no"
And
she
sucker
punched
Debbie,
knocked
her
ass
down
to
the
ground
And
spit
in
her
face
and
walked
back
to
the
thrash
metal
show
I
lifted
Debbie
from
the
snow
and
she
stood
there
sobbing
and
sobbing
Her
brother
came
up
to
me
and
said
"Mark,
what's
going
on?
What
happened
to
Debbie?"
I
said,
"Man,
it
happened
so
fast,
I'm
sorry
I
didn't
do
anything
to
protect
your
sister"
He
pulled
me
aside
and
said,
"Let
me
tell
you
something,
Mark
Don't
worry
about
it,
she's
always
had
a
mouth
on
her"
I
said,
"I
know,
but
she's
your
sister
and
I've
got
her
back
We
enjoyed
the
concert,
I've
got
it
from
here"
I
said,
"Don't
worry
about
it,
Debbie
will
shake
it
off
Now
let's
get
the
fuck
out
of
here"
We
got
in
her
car
and
I
told
her
I
understood
this
humiliating
feeling
Well
I
got
knocked
out
a
few
times
Myself
and
I
know
it's
humbling
and
embarassing
So
we
went
to
Bob
Evans
and
sat
and
drank
coffee
I
tried
to
talk
Debbie
into
a
calmer
state
She
was
so
distracted
and
I
tried
to
Console
her
but
she
was
clearly
hijacked
In
too
much
emotional
pain
for
conversation
I
said,
"Debbie,
drop
me
off"
And
from
that
point
on
I
don't
think
I
ever
heard
from
her
again
I
think
it's
because
she
associates
me
with
that
bad
night
That
ended
at
Bob
Evans,
and
I
understand
And
on
the
way
home
I
said
to
my
friend
"Why'd
you
kick
off
tonight
with
a
Bill
Evans
song?"
He
said,
"I
was
just
trying
to
ease
into
things"
I
said,
"That's
cool
but
we're
not
a
cover
band
We're
here
to
make
an
album
of
original
songs"
He
said,
"Yeah,
I
guess
that
was
wrong"
I
said,
"Yeah
man,
I
guess
everything
is
sort
of
anticlimactic
When
you
try
to
come
up
with
fresh
ideas
when
you
play
Bill
Evans"
He
said,
"Yeah
you're
right,
I
don't
know
what
I
was
thinking"
I
said,
"Hey
don't
worry
about
it,
Everything
else
seemed
like
it
sounded
amazing"
So
anyhow
I
came
home
and
I
turned
on
the
news
Angry
as
I
always
get
when
these
Things
happen,
thinking
about
what
I
could
do
To
help
the
cause,
To
influence
people,
to
do
what
I
can
to
change
gun
laws
For
starters,
I'm
going
to
dedicate
a
song
To
the
kids
from
Florida
who
didn't
live
long
whose
families
grieve
While
the
rest
of
the
world
gets
on
their
phones
and
their
lives
go
on
And
maybe
in
the
song
I'll
share
my
own
private
thoughts
In
fact,
I
think
I
will
I
think
they
should
go
Django
Unchained
on
the
killer
they
caught
Hang
him
upside
down
and
cut
off
his
balls
Bleed
him
to
death
and
leave
a
slow,
bloody
death
When
seventeen
kids
are
murdered,
you
skip
due
process
I
don't
care
if
he
was
vulnerable
in
A
home
full
of
drug
abuse
and
incest
Or
allegedly
brainwashed
by
white
supremacists
Whatever
the
case
may
be
for
him,
yeah
it's
very
sad
and
unfortunately
Well,
escorting
this
man
from
the
Planet
is
in
everyone's
best
interest
When
a
guy
can
kill
seventeen
kids,
dispose
of
him
quick
and
fast
I
live
in
San
Francisco
and
my
Thoughts
about
this
might
go
against
the
flow
But
yeah,
I
think
they
should
torture
him
to
death
With
whatever
the
methods
may
have
been
used
at
Guantanamo
Make
an
example
of
him
and
hang
him
up
to
dry
I
say
more
aggressive
action
should
be
taken
against
mass
shooters
At
least
give
it
a
try
Anyone
who
laughs
at
the
death
of
innocent
kids
Should
not
have
the
privilege
of
being
alive
Maybe
the
parents
of
the
victim
will
Get
together
and
kill
him
vigilante-style
Maybe
somebody
in
the
local
jail
Will
meet
up
with
him
in
the
infirmary
And
stab
him
seventeen
times
And
justice
will
prevail,
and
that
will
be
the
end
of
the
story
Of
the
Valentine's
Day
killer's
miserable
life
So
I
asked
Kevin
by
email,
"By
the
way,
how
are
you
processing
this?
It's
gotta
be
harder
for
you
than
it
Is
for
me,
you
got
a
13
year
old
kid"
But
Kevin's
on
New
York
time,
It's
6:30
AM
and
so
far
from
Kevin
no
reply
Another
day
in
America,
another
day
in
the
life
Another
day
in
America,
another
day
in
the
life
Another
day
in
America,
another
day
in
the
life
Another
day
in
America,
another
day
in
the
life
Republicans
will
say,
"This
is
a
very
sad
day
in
America
We're
sorry
for
the
families
of
the
dead
children"
And
then
they'll
go
on
about
second
amendment
rights
And
stand
there
with
their
white
dicks
and
their
white
hands
And
stand
next
to
their
white
wives
Another
day
in
America,
another
bag
of
white
rice
I
just
woke
up
this
morning,
February
15th
I
had
a
dream
about
AR-15s,
probably
based
on
the
news
That
said
eight
million
Americans
own
AR-15s
And
I
dreamed
I
was
doing
vocals
I
asked
my
engineer
what
kind
of
mic
we're
using
today
And
he
said,
"An
AR-15"
I
said,
"Isn't
that
the
name
of
the
gun
That
did
the
killing
at
the
school
yesterday?"
And
he
said,
"No,
that
was
an
M-49"
I
said,
"I
thought
we
normally
use
the
U-47"
He
said,
"Sometimes,
Other
times
we
use
an
Audio
Technica
460
or
the
Shure
SM-7"
I
said,
"Well,
they
all
sound
like
automatic
weapons
to
me
That
send
innocent
kids
off
to
heaven
So
I
prefer
if
we
don't
use
the
AR-15"
He
said,
"But
it's
the
best
microphone
this
studio
has
available"
I
said,
"But
that
microphone
is
what
Politicians
use
at
press
conferences"
And
then
I
woke
up
from
the
dream
So
that's
it,
I
got
out
of
bed
and
took
a
bath
and
got
ready
to
go
to
the
studio
And
I
got
Kevin's
reply
by
email
I
called
him
up
and
asked
if
he
would
kindly
read
it
to
me
"I
don't
think
I
am
processing
it,
Unless
reading
about
it
on
the
internet
counts
Reading
and
internalizing
what's
Being
written
about
it,
tweeted
about
it
Which
is
that
nothing
ever
changes
And
that
another
shooting
will
happen
every
sixteen
hours
That
Columbine
was
20
years
ago
now
It
was
in
the
news
at
that
time
for
months
and
years
But
Parkland
will
likely
disappear
from
the
news
cycle
in
a
week
And
George
Carlin
used
the
expression
'circling
the
drain'
Circling
the
drain
to
describe
the
human
condition
in
this
hour
This
ceaseless,
endless
madness
and
violence
The
resulting
information
overload
And
the
subsequent
collective
amnesia
Has
to
mean
we're
so
close
to
the
drain
at
this
point
Circling
it
so
intensely
at
this
point
That
the
experience
can
no
longer
be
processed
Because
we're
moving
too
fast
And
because
we're
being
processed
Pulsed,
like
vegetables"
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