Feel-Like-I’m-Fixin’-To-Die Rag


Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag

When I think of ’60s protest songs, I think of this one, by Country Joe & the Fish. Not some of the sappier, more soulful songs. But this anthem to the absurdity of the moment. To be young and draftable in the mid-to-late 1960s was to live with the gamble that, one day, against your better judgment, you’d be wearing green and carry a rifle in the jungle. It was a time of serious debate, sober analysis and much study about why we were in Vietnam. ¬†Not that it ¬†mattered. So, sing along with Joe:

‘And it’s one, two, three, what are we fightin’ for?

Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn

Next stop is Vietnam

And it’s five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates

Ain’t no use to wonder why, whoopee we’re all gonna die.”

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April 27, 2012 · 9:51 pm

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