The Beat Of Black Wings - Joni Mitchell

I met a young soldier

He said his name was Killer Kyle

He was shakin' all over

Like a night-frightened child

This is his story

It’s a tough one for me to sing

Hard as the squawk and the flap

And the beat of, the beat of black wings

«They gave me a gun,» he said

«They gave me a mission

For the power and the glory

Propaganda, piss on 'em

There’s a war zone inside me

I can feel things exploding

I can’t even hear the fucking music playing

For the beat of

The beat of black wings.»

He said, «I never had nothin'

Nothin' I could believe in

My girl killed our unborn child

Without even grievin'!

I put my hands on her belly

To feel the kid kickin', damn!

She’d been to some clinic

Oh, the beat of black wings.»

«They want you, they need you

They train you to kill

To be a pin on some map

Some vicarious thrill

The old hate the young

That’s the whole heartless thing

The old pick the wars

We die in 'em

To the beat of, the beat of black wings.»

There’s a man drawing pictures

On the sidewalk with chalk

Just as fast as he draws 'em

Rain come down and wash 'em off

«Keep the drinks comin' girl

'Til I can’t feel anything

I’m just a chalk mark in a rainstorm

I’m just the beat of black wings.»