Welcome, Patrick Michael Alaggio!

To all of my friends who were wondering where I've been. Well, I've been busy with the release of my book "The Judgment", which is now available (signed with a personal note) directly from me at ios@sover.net or from Amazon.com.  If you're fed up with the way our political leaders have allowed themselves to be corrupted by corporate power and would like to take a fictional reprieve from the madness then please consider my book and allow this madman to take you on a journey you will not soon forget.

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Here's a new song I just wrote on November 16, 2011 for the 99%. . .

What Will It Take?

by Pat Alaggio (capo 4)

Written 11/16/2011

Am    G    F    Am (verses)

C    G    Am (chorus)

Chorus:

C                  G                     Am

Look to your left, look to your right

C                          G                              Am

you’d better start thinking with all of your might

C                G                                  Am

it’s not only us who’ll defend the constitution

C                  G                     Am

Look to your left, look to your right

Verse (1&2)

Am

The third time they sent him off to Iraq

He hugged his wife and his unborn child

       G

He  told  his  friends  that  he  wouldn’t  be  back

but she could see he had changed, that he’d turned wild

               F                                                       Am

and  he  said his goodbyes,  with  a  tear  in  his  eye

and she silently wondered, what would be returned to her

Instrumental:

          Am

He was the bravest of soldiers, they all agreed

Now  21  years  old . . .  going  on  fifty-five

       G

The  pride  and  joy  of  the  mil - i  -tary

he asked himself why he was still alive

               F                                                         Am

and he fought like a man, though he enlisted at just 18

and why so many of his  friends . . .  had to die for lies?

Instrumental ride…

Am

His letters spoke of love for the mother of his child

So it came as no surprise when she learned of his fate

In  the  last  few  seconds . . .  of  this  soldier’s  life

For he knew in his heart that he wasn’t the same

        G

but they were scribbled in a scrawl, terrible and wild

of how he had died . . . and of the soldiers he had saved

they were filled with only love for his child and his wife

and she knew in her heart that he wasn’t to blame

                F                                                            Am

and she knew he would not return, no, he would not return

but what she couldn’t know . . . was what was on his mind

and he thanked God above . . . that he would never return

but  something  deep  inside  of  him  had  died

Instrumental:

                           Am

This  story has  been  told  over  and  over again

Another thousand or two?  Maybe TEN Thousand more?

Do we need to wage war against those up above?

                G

How many deaths of our women and men

What will it take to bring an end to war?

Who put power and greed ahead of their love . . .

             F                    Am

Will it take . . .  will it take?

What will it take . . . what will will it take?

What will it take . . . what will will it take?

Repeat Chorus:

           Am

You’ve got one last chance to listen to us

You can lock me up, throw away the key

 G

Open your hearts . . . what’s all the fuss?

It doesn’t matter what happens to me

              F                                       Am

We can live without war!  We can live without war!

… there’s TEN THOUSAND more, for every one of me

Chorus 2Xs and out on Am downstrum…

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"Snowfall" by Pat Alaggio

We are all but snowflakes floating for a brief time through gentle winds, sometimes not... but all together in our separateness... we are unique, yet so alike that from a distance we are the same... until we reach the ground and look up at all our brothers and sisters gently joining us... surrounding us with their caresses and their lives... pressing us together into one beautiful landscape... one entity... and we are no longer alone. For it is not in our aloneness that we are great and wonderful… but in our togetherness.

Do not confuse my tears with weakness
they are merely a sign of my determination
to put an end to all who would destroy
everything I have grown to love

"When liars lead, only cowards, accomplices

 and the feeble minded follow."  by Pat Alaggio