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Billie Jo

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You described the song “Billie Jo” as an anti-war song. The night before the album release, Putin invaded Ukraine.
Of course, from the perspective of the recipient, the song has gained a new tragic topicality as a result of the war. At the beginning we also had a long discussion about whether it was okay to play him or whether it was irreverent. But then I decided to do it because for me it primarily tells a story that I find very worth telling.

Your cousin’s story…
She was married to an American soldier. When he returned from the war, he had extreme post-traumatic stress disorder. At one point he killed his entire family and himself.

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Billie Hettinger (32 anni) con i due figli Courtney e Collin di 4 e 5 anni. Nel 2016 Brad Hettinger, 33 anni, veterano della guerra in Iraq ha ucciso tutta la famiglia prima di suicidarsi.
Billie Hettinger (32 anni) con i due figli Courtney e Collin di 4 e 5 anni. Nel 2016 Brad Hettinger, 33 anni, veterano della guerra in Iraq ha ucciso tutta la famiglia prima di suicidarsi.
Er kam zurück aus dem Irak-Konflikt
Zu Vaterpflichten und Schlafverzicht
Xanax-Pillen nach Arztvorschrift
Flog als Captain der Staffel Apache, Tigers
Mit Granaten-Split im Knie, das Nervenenden Fugazi sind
Mit Wespennest im Kopf, an der Brust 'nen bronzenen Stern
Kann er nachts, in Panik wach, die Kampfhelikopter noch hör'n?
Tiefen Glaubens und hofft jeden Sonntag, dass Gott ihn hört
Von der Medizin immer schlapp, 'nen Job bekommen zu schwer

Brachte 'nen Affen aus Bagdad mit, hat ihn fest im Klammergriff
Für den das ganze Geld ins Loch in Papas Arm verschwindet
Kam beladen mit Särgen von Kameraden zurück
Überbrachte die tragischen Nachrichten mit

Da war'n Blumen vor der Tür mit gefalteter Flagge
Rekruten, die salutier'n, nach geschossener Salve
Die zählen Hallelujas, verschweigen die Narben (Ey, ey)
Sag mir, wie das weitergeh'n soll (Geh'n soll)
Sag mir bitte, wann ist ein Haus ein Heim?
Sag mir, wie man das versteh'n soll (Steh'n soll)
Wann ist ein Haus ein Heim?

Sie war Klassenbeste, später dann Krankenschwester
Lernte 'nen Army-Captain kennen, gab ihm das Ja-Versprechen, war
Direkt schwanger, zwei Kinder, Junge, Mädchen
Kleine Villa, gute Gegend, idyllisches Leben
Wenn er sie verließ, um zu dienen, immer monatelang (Ah)
Kam in Liebesbriefen an ihn viele Fotos und Kraft (Ah)
Er vermisste den tiefen Süden, seine Wurzeln da
Kam aus dem Krisengebiet zurück, von Dämonen geplagt (Ah)

Er redete anders, bewegte sich anders
Der Zweitausend-Meter-Starrer war gelähmt und apathisch
Die stete Gefahr, wenn er mit den Kids alleine blieb
Der kleinste Trigger, die Bilder kam'n zurück

Da war'n Blumen vor der Tür mit gefalteter Flagge
Rekruten, die salutier'n, nach geschossener Salve
Die zählen Hallelujas, verschweigen die Narben (Ey, ey)
Sag mir, wie das weitergeh'n soll (Geh'n soll)
Sag mir bitte, wann ist ein Haus ein Heim?
Sag mir, wie man das versteh'n soll (Steh'n soll)
Wann ist ein Haus ein Heim?

Und eines Sonntags nach der Kirche wie immer
Zog er die Uniform an, ging ins Zimmer der Kinder
Küsste sie, deckte sie zu
Dimmte die Lichter, bevor zwei Schüsse durch die Kissen erkling'n
Gab seiner Frau ein letztes „Ich liebe dich, wirklich“
Dann 'n Schuss in die Brust, zündet's Haus und dann sich an
In den Sechs-Uhr-Nachrichten über die Bildschirme flimmern
„Er kam zurück, doch ein Teil blieb in der Wüste für immer“
(Für immer, für immer, für immer, für immer, für immer)

Da war'n Blumen vor der Tür mit gefalteter Flagge
Rekruten, die salutier'n, nach geschossener Salve
Die zählen Hallelujas, verschweigen die Narben (Ey, ey)
Sag mir, wie das weitergeh'n soll (Geh'n soll)
Sag mir bitte, wann ist ein Haus ein Heim?
Sag mir, wie man das versteh'n soll (Steh'n soll)
Wann ist ein Haus ein Heim?

Wann ist ein Haus ein Heim?
Wann ist ein Haus ein Heim?
Wann ist ein Haus ein Heim?
Wann ist ein Haus ein Heim?
Wann ist ein Haus ein Heim?
Wann ist ein Haus ein Heim?

Police say the children's father shot his children
And his wife and set their home on fire
After coming home from church Sunday
He then shot himself
Two beautiful kids, a smiling wife, a nice home
All of what should have been a happy life

2022/11/25 - 09:24



Language: English

English Translation: NuclearSheep

Lyrics Translate
BILLIE JO

He came back from the Iraq conflict
To the duties of a father and sleep deprivation
Xanax pills as pescribed by the doctor
Used to fly Apache, Tigers as the captain of the squadron
With shell fragments in his knee so nerve endings are Fugazi
With a wasp's nest in his head, a bronze star on his chest
Can he still hear the attack helicopters when lies awake in panic at night?
Deep in faith and hopes every Sunday that God listens to him
Always tired because of the medicine, it's hard to get a job

He brought a monkey back from Bagdad, holds it in a tight grip
All the money disappears into the hole in daddy's arm for it
Came back loaded with coffins of companions
Helped to deliver the tragic news

There were flowers in front of the door with a folded flag
Recruits saluting after firing a volley
They count hallelujahs, keep quiet about the scars (ey, ey)
Tell me how this is supposed to go on (supposed to go on)
Please tell me, when is a house a home?
Tell me how to understand this (stand this)
When is a house a home?

She was the top of the class, later a nurse
Met an army captain, exchanged the vows
Got pregnant immediately, two kids, a boy and a girl
A small mansion, a good neighborhood, a quaint life
When he left her to serve, always for months (Ah)
Het got love letters with a lot of photos and strength (Ah)
He missed the deep south, that's where his roots were
Came back from the conflict area, plagued by demons (Ah)

He talked differently, moved differently,
The twothousand meter starer was parazyled and apathic
The constant danger when he was alone with the kids
The smallest trigger and the pictures came back

There were flowers in front of the door with a folded flag
Recruits saluting after firing a volley
They count hallelujahs, keep quiet about the scars (ey, ey)
Tell me how this is supposed to go on (supposed to go on)
Please tell me, when is a house a home?
Tell me how to understand this (stand this)
When is a house a home?

And one Sunday after church as always
He put on his uniform, went into the children's room
Kissed them, covered them with a blanket
Dimmed the lights before two shots ring out through the pillows
Gave his wife one last "I love you, really"
Then a shot into the chest, sets fire to the house and himself
Flickering across the screens in the 6 PM news
"He came back but a part of him stayed in the desert forever"
(Forever, forever, forever, forever, forever)

There were flowers in front of the door with a folded flag
Recruits saluting after firing a volley
They count hallelujahs, keep quiet about the scars (ey, ey)
Tell me how this is supposed to go on (supposed to go on)
Please tell me, when is a house a home?
Tell me how to understand this (stand this)
When is a house a home?

When is a house a home?
When is a house a home?
When is a house a home?
When is a house a home?
When is a house a home?
When is a house a home?

Police say the children's father shot his children
And his wife and set their home on fire
After coming home from church Sunday
He then shot himself
Two beautiful kids, a smiling wife, a nice home
All of what should have been a happy life

2022/11/25 - 09:25




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