"Kandahar" genre: Indie
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	My tale of performing in Kandahar as part of an Afghani/US public relations benefit.
	Label: Renaissance Boy Recordings Credits: Dan Beahm - written and recorded
	Lyrics I sat at aeroport preparing for a concert over sea I thought about the way we fight today and how we defined free I got a lot of looks from well dressed crooks who didn’t like my style They all reminded me that we should be more open to that mile Spent in another’s shoes my Kangaroos are comfortable and that’s About as different to their loafers as a turban to my hat My booking agent was an average man strung out on Demerol He took Wellbutrin pills to make him happier and liked by all He thought that I should do a tour to unite all of mankind But now I fear somehow the drugs have hollowed out a good man’s mind (Leavin’ on a jet plane) Our jet touched down just fine a stitch in time saves ninety-three for me The people on the plane could not explain the fact that they would be Likely to take my life if I did not remain a quiet man But sometimes I must sing I’m sorry sir it’s just the way I am Before the war were they inclined to say they did not like my songs? You’d think an Arab in aeroplane would want to hum along You’d think an Arab from an arid land would want to have a drink A cocktail in a bar perhaps a jar of water from the sink I ate a candybar in Kandahar A super star like me Can’t be Concerned about the things they shout That’s not my cup of tea And on another day They might not say Such hurtful, hateful things But now I feel somehow the crowd’s to loud to really hear me sing Yeah, yeah, yeah I ate a candybar in Kandahar Then got back on the plane I kind of liked it there The crisp dry air was good for my back pain But if I ever go again my friend to visit in the sand I’ll take a candybar cause you’re a star with chocolate in your hand Yeah you’re a star with chocolate bars in hand in that Afghanistan I ate a candybar in Kandar A superstar like me Can’t be Concerned about the things they shout When throwing things at me And on another day They might not say Such hurtful, hateful things But now I feel somehow the crowd’s to loud to really hear me sing Yeah, yeah, yeah I sat at aeroport preparing for a concert over sea

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