MINIMAL JIM

MINIMAL JIM

MINIMAL JIM

MINIMAL JIM

MINIMAL JIM

MINIMAL JIM

MINIMAL JIM

Children of the bomb



– the bombing of Hiroshima: The music to this song is simple and raw (just acoustic guitar) and for the most part dictated the contents and direction for the lyrics.
I was hesitant to do this subject as it was massively controversial and buried in an avalanche of  argumentative facts, and ideologies. For several months the firebombing that preceded Hiroshima burned and almost completely destroyed most of 60 cities including Tokyo-being arguably more devastating than the atom bomb attacks. Hiroshima, and Nagasaki were untouched, spared targets for the brazen display of power that would follow. Was it justified, or unjustified? – The arguments for both have burned on for decades.
It does appear there were alternatives, there always are, and in war there are no winners, just death, destruction and misery. After the firebombing which dropped over 2,000 tons of incendiary bombs on Tokyo alone, the war was essentially over. So … in trying to sort out the facts for myself I ended up confused on one level, shocked and discouraged on another and abandoned idea to pursue it as a song..

Then I read an eloquently written book called “The Flowers of Hiroshima” by Edita Morris. This book did not analyze, accuse or preach about the event, it remained neutral in it’s stance and told a beautiful story of a Japanese family before and after the catastrophic event. This became a major inspiration for the song even though I was not able to remain neutral, but you be the judge…

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Lyrics

The moon rose on a saipan sea,
the night winds they came gently,
the plane was fueled and ready to go.

A B-29 named Enola Gay,
flew out low over the sea that day,
in her hold a monster lay silently still –

a beast that had no eye’s to see,
a mindless demon that we conceived.
out of from this vessel of steel hell would be unleashed,
made by the hands of man,
it lives in infamy.

Fire bombs raged, they pounded the land,
for months and months without end.
the war was over, the emperor sought peace,
but the generals would never give in…
when will the madness end?
when will there be –
peace again?

Predawn split the summer sky,
as the bomber rose out from the night,
it’s engines droned a requiem mournfully…
gravity’s hands took the bomb in tow,
the velocity of steel for an instance slowed –
then came the blast horizon –
the death and dying.

Pandora’s box was open wide,
we never – ever should have looked inside.
was a warm summer morning,
another day of life had begun,
into that peaceful sky,
burst the light of a million suns!

and they,
they cried,
for those that once were alive,
after the storm,
there was calm,
then the children of the bomb…

They never should –
have died!
the world bowed it’s head –
and cried!