American Defense - Son House

No use to shedding no tears, No use to having no fears,
This war may last you for years.

American defense will run you some cents
Just had to take care of your boys.
You must raise more, produce far more cents than they use
Just to save all your worries and toils.

No use to shedding no tears, No use to having no fears,
This war may last you for years.

Well, the red, white and blue that represent you
You ought to do everything that you can.
Buy war saving stamps; young men go to the camps;
Be brave and take this stand.

No use to shedding no tears, No use to having no fears,
This war may last you for years.

Don’t let troubles sometimes all upset your mind;
For you won’t know just what to do.
Keep pushing, keep shoving, don’t be angry, keep loving,
Be faithful, be honest and true.

No use to shedding no tears, No use to having no fears,
This war may last you for years.

You can say yes or no, but we got to win this war
Because General McArthur’s not a friend.
There won’t be enough Japs to shoot a little game of craps
Because the biggest of them all will be dead.

No use to shedding no tears, No use to having no fears,
This war may last you for years.

This war sure do bother our mother and father,
Our sisters and brothers too.
Dear friends and relations, the war’s end creation,
Don’t let this worry you.

Special Delivery - Peter Blegvad

Everyone's too nice to me, the way Vincent Price would be
with midnight coming on
They say everything twice to me, they look me in the eye and say
we love you like a son (we love you like a son)
But it's just sinister diplomacy, and anyone with eyes can see
they're leading me on

Oh, soon it will come: Special delivery!
though there's nothing to deliver me from

And everything in life could be a cutting edge or a knife
so we'd better watch our eyes
Through pinholes in the meat we see portions of eternity
that go unrecognized
While our cells obey biology and do what we do endlessly:
the great divide

Oh, soon it will come: Special delivery!
though there's nothing to deliver me from
(Delivered in an unknown tongue)

The king protects his subjects, drawing all his strength from objects
we pay for with our blood
And the prince is a catastrophe, but only cos he's asked to be
he's bad for the public good
The old moth-eaten monarchy, the cretinous aristocracy
nostalgia for the mud

Oh, soon it will come (What's gonna come?)
Sight to the blind! (Oh, sure)
Conversation to the dumb
And courage to the cowardly
Sensation to the numb!