Back in high school, I was quite the “song” writer, though in truth they were more like poems since I didn’t write any music to them and kept the tunes in my head. I wrote hundreds of them, and each was of course awesome and destined for greatness in the tiny world of Christian-themed thrash metal.
They were very high-school – angsty and self-assured. I knew what was wrong with the world, and I knew how to fix it, Metallica-style. It may not surprise you to learn they were intensely political and judgmental. Only two of them ever got set to real music. We had a little garage band (in truth, a church-sanctuary band because that’s where the sound system and drums were) called Distortion X, and our big song, other than the copious Metallica and Creed (yes, Creed) covers, was “I’m Not an American,” words by … me.
I’m not going to regale you with the whole song, but the chorus can give you an idea of what it was like:
An American I’m not
‘Cause America’s forgot
Where she came from
In God we trust
Not anymore she must
‘Cause it’s politically incorrect
An America with equality for all men
Even for those who haven’t been born yet
That’s the U.S. to which I am a citizen
So for now I’m not an American