Mark Shepard, "Modern-Jedi" Songwriter

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Target
Song #152,
Composition date: 8/14/1990
Commentary Date: 12/1/2007

Commentary:
This song was inspired by a lot of what was going on in the world at the time. In South Africa, Apartheid was still in force or had just crumbled. In Latin America people were still being "disappeared." Today in 2007 it seems the song can be sung about my own country. I urge you to look into and learn more about Guantanamo Bay...

 

 

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Target             8/14/1990

 

They have guns and they have tanks

They own factories and banks

They do not like to be told

That they can not have all the gold

They do not like nuns and priests

They do not like journalists

They do not like truth at all

They're so afraid that they will fall...

 

They like the fear that stabs and lingers

They like the truth turned into lies

They like the men who break your fingers

Under the lights that burn your eyes

 

Refrain:

You make a very nice target

For their death squads to practice on

Or You just might have an "accident"

While you're a "guest" in their prison

 

They can hurt your family

Or they can choose to let them be

You are just a toy for them

A toy that they can twist and bend

They will make you stand for days

Then they will break both your legs

They can think of countless ways

To make you scream and make you beg...

 

They like the chains that cut your body

They like the blows that make you blind

They like the shocks of electricity

They like the drugs that foul your mind

 

Refrain:

You make a very nice target

For their death squads to practice on

Or You just might have an "accident"

While you're a "guest" in their prison

 

You can dies so many ways

And all of them can last for days

They might deny that you have died

They'll say it was a suicide

They'll say that you weren't feeling well

They'll say that you just slipped and fell

They'll say that you just bumped your head

But either way you are still dead...

 

They'll leave you for garbage in the gutter

No one will be the least surprised

Someone will run and tell your mother

Neighbors will hold her while she cries

 

Refrain:

You make a very nice target

For their death squads to practice on

Or You just might have an "accident"

While you're a "guest" in their prison

 

© Mark Shepard 1990-2007 All rights reserved.
www.MarkShepard.com
Permission to reprint intact granted as long as copyright and website link are included

 

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