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Support Cindy Sheenan. For those of you who have been in a cave for the past few weeks, she's the lady whose son was killled in Iraq. For what? That's exactly what she wants to know, and she's camped out at George W. Bush's vacation spot, trying to get an answer.

http://www.crawfordpeacehouse.org/ or http://www.meetwithcindy.org/

Support her with a postcard to:

Cindy Sheehan

c/o Crawford Peace House

9142 5th Street

Crawford, TX 76638-3037

I wrote a song ("Dead Men's Eyes") to protest the way in which Bush, Rumsfeld, Cheney, and Rice, have waged an illegal invasion and occupation while avoiding all the unpleasant aspects of war (death, injury, etc.) and are refusing to do their duty as human beings, let alone as politicians, by refusing to acknowledge the human personal costs of war. Whether the dead men's eyes are American or Iraqi is irrelevant - George W Bush is responsible for these deaths, and he needs to look the tens of thousands of dead men in the face. Cindy Sheenan is asking him to do just that.

The song was written and performed by me in my back room before her protest, but it's relevant and appropriate. Although I'm pleased with the song itself, I'm not that pleased with the singing and I am sure that other people could make a better job of it. Feel free to contact me if you want to make your own version of this, but please don't do it without my permission.

Please feel free to share this music (7MB download) under the pretty easy terms outlined by the license below. Play it often, play it loud, and make sure that Bush and the rest of the neo-Cons hear it.

Dead Men's Eyes written and performed 2005, Hugh Ashton

This music free to share under a Creative Commons Music Sharing License.

Clicking here will typically allow you to play the tune in your browser or helper application. From there (or by right-clicking), you should be able to save it to your own hard disk in the usual way.

And if you have time, drop an e-mail message to h52r-qu3j at spamex dot com to let me know what you thought of the music.