A True American (son of North and South American Natives), Mauro is a real life warrior, regularly spilling his blood for the Freedom he rallies for (as an artist and Native-born citizen), and I am prouder than hell to have shared stages with him. This piece might have simply ended up as just another song with a good hook (the four chords repeat ad infinitum, subconsciously overbearing) or a sheaf of Nixon-era imagery forged by Haight-Asbury junkies, but in juxtaposing the simple lyrical statements with shots of the Constitution burning, a blond in a flag bikini, the Statue of Liberty lighting a joint, a crucifixion of Liberty, the White House afire (all allegorical images which may seem tame when placed alongside the reality of the current administration's skyscraping vault of duplicity), the message resounds with a nerve-slashing sarcasm.

The irony of this piece is that it utters not a single negative remark (except in a backhanded manner: "We love our filthy industry / We love the way we rape a tree"). Most lyrics are straightforward to the point of obviousness: "Love to be a citizen / Love the flag of the land we're in / We love congress / We love our President…" yet delivered in a manner that conjures the most foreboding of gruesome bedtime stories occluded by the patina of innocence.

Composed long before Baby Bush came to power, the song waxes prophetic: "We love our arms / We arm the world with love," and seems a snug fit with W's murdering, terrorist cabinet.

I exhort Mauro to keep doing that voodoo that he do so well, as he joins the synergy of truth that is even now overwhelming the liars and prostitutes peopling the White House. In the words of that felon who ran America from 2000 to 2008: "Stay the course!"


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