"The Living Death Of Taliban John" genre: Country Blues
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	Country Blues Ballad (acoustic and electric). -- (Subtitle: "Jihad Johnny Blues"). -- "Spilled his guts to Special Forces; lace-suit lawyers later tried to twist it well. / When you got nothin' inside, you're on your way to Hell."
	CD: SADDAM INSANE / And No God In Bin Laden   Label: FirstTimeMusicCo. Credits: Words, music, vocals by Eric Free. Produced by Marc Larson. Guitars, Larson. Bass, Bob Underwood. Drums, David Heck. Recorded at Derryberry Audio, Mark Derryberry Engineer. Mixing, Derryberry and Free. Executive Producer, Free.
	Story Behind the Song Edgy, passionate, true blues story of John Walker Lindh (Jihad Johnny/Taliban John), from suburban San Francisco Bay hippiedom to Pakistan hate-school to Afghan war to his encounter with CIA man Johnny Spann and U.S. Special Forces, to federal prison. Lyrics THE LIVING DEATH OF TALIBAN JOHN (Jihad Johnny Blues) Twenty long years behind a prison wall. Some say it ain't enough, but it's still a long, hard haul. He threw away his life. He fought his country as well. When ya got nothin' inside, you're on your way to Hell. His parents always loved him, as parents oughta do. But they made excuses for him, they just didn't have a clue. He was taught that nothin' matters, that there's no right or wrong as well. When ya got nothin' inside, you're on your way to Hell. He tried Buddha, then Mohammed, to fill his empty mind. But he couldn't ease the pain, so he left them, for the hatin' kind. In a near-east village hate-school, frothin' phrases mindless at the bell. When ya got nothin' inside, you're on your way to Hell. 3000 U.S. martyrs, all killed in just a breath. Toy soldier for Bin Laden in his fantasy of living death. When you hate God's land of Freedom, you're the real infidel. When ya got nothin' inside, you're on your way to Hell. In an Afghan prison basement, interviewed by Johnny Spann, Did he join in or do nothin' when rioters up and killed that good man? Spilled his guts to Special Forces. Lace-suit lawyers later tried to twist it well. When ya got nothin' inside, you're on your way to Hell. Rich kids in Hippie County love to hate the USA. No one took the time to show 'em, we're the best and fairest way. Good and bad in every human, in every nation as well. But when you worship false perfection, you're on your way to Hell. They hate us 'cos we're right. They lie that we are wrong. They hate us 'cos we're free, and Freedom's progress makes us strong. All those other civilizations oppressed their people all too well. But when ya got nothin' inside, you'd rather be in Hell. Heart and soul in living death, mind lost in a maze, Cursed by God in life, and in the after-days. Only one love can save him. So far he's fled from that as well. When you've got nothin' inside, your'e on your way to Hell. Copyright 2002, 2003 Eric Free, All Rights Reserved.

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