Πέμπτη, 15 Μαρτίου 2012

No flag or uniform ever stopped a bullet from a gun...


I wanted to write so many things, but then, there are some songs that have said them already…


OUT IN THE FIELDS

It doesn't matter if you're wrong or if you're right
It makes no difference if you're black or if you're white
All men are equal till the victory is won
No colour or religion ever stopped a bullet from a gun

Out in the fields the fighting has begun
Out on the streets, they're falling one by one
Out from the skies a thousand more will die each day
Death is just a heartbeat away

It doesn't matter if you're left or to the right
Don't try to hide behind the cause for which you fight
There'll be no prisoners taken, well the day is done
No flag or uniform ever stopped a bullet from a gun

Out in the fields the fighting has begun
Out on the streets, they're falling one by one
Out from the skies a thousand more will die each day
Death is just a heartbeat away

There's no communication
No one to take the blame
The cries of every nation
Have fallen on deaf ears again


Out in the fields
They are falling one by one
No flag has ever stopped a bullet from a gun
Death is just a heartbeat away, a heartbeat away
Death is just a heartbeat away, a heartbeat away

The fighting has begun
They're falling one by one
A thousand more will die each day, out
Out in the fields…




Mama take a look at your boy, he's a military man
Papa take a look at your boy, he's crying
Papa take a look at your boy, he's a soldier
Mama take a look in his eyes, they're colder

Papa take a look at your boy, he's a military man
Mama take a look at your boy, he's dying
Papa take a look at your boy, he's fighting
Mama take a look at your boy, he's frightened

They have trained your boy to kill
And kill some day he will
They have trained your boy to die
And ask no questions why


Papa take a look at your boy,
Take a look at your boy,
Take a look at your boy.
He's a killer, yeah

Mama take a look at your boy,
Take a look at him now,
Take a look at your boy.
He's a soldier, he's colder, he's older, mama

Mama take a look at your boy,
Obey the order.
Mama take a look at your boy,
Like a lamb to slaughter.

They have trained your boy to kill
And kill some day he will
They have trained your boy to die
And ask no questions why

One day I will write for you a love song, mother
As the children say: "I love you", please hold me
And you and I, we will live our life together
Until that day when we die, I will love you, mother
I will always love you

I am writing from this war
Oh mama, I don't know what I'm fighting for
And have you seen my children?
God bless them, kiss them
And tell them that I miss them.

See I'm frightened in the dark, mama, mama...
The blood is ankle deep
They have trained your boy to kill
And kill someday he will
They have trained your boy to die

Papa take a look at your boy,
take a look at your boy,
take a look at your boy.
He's marching, he's a soldier

Oh mama, oh mama
He's on the street
He's marching to the backbeat



AFTER THE WAR

So many came before you
The prisoners of fate
A history of bloodshed
A legacy of hate
But where will you be standing 
when the battles have been won?
Inside your lonely fortress 
the battles just begun.

After the war who will you be fighting for?
After the war is over
After the fire is burning to its dying embers
After the war…

A letter from the draft board put paid to all your dreams
You’re just another number in military schemes
They marched you in a uniform you wore against your will
With lies of hope and glory they taught you how to kill
 


“Out In The Fields” and “Military Man” are taken from
Gary Moore’s album “Run For Cover” 1985

“After The War” is taken from
Gary Moore’s “After The War” 1989

Dedicated to Phil, Cozy and Gary.



2 σχόλια:

  1. Ρε συ, καλοί ακούγονται τούτοι. Καινούρια μπάντα είναι; Θα τσεκάρω!!!

    ΥΓ. "Out in the fields", την μελωδία του ρεφρέν σε πόσα τραγούδια δεν την έχω ακούσει...

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    1. χαχαχα... κάποιοι, κάποιες φορές, χαμένοι στην δήθεν obscur-ίλα ή την ψευτοκουλτούρα, ξεχνάνε (ή δεν βλέπουν) την πραγματικότητα, και αυτή είναι οτι συνθέσεις σαν το "Out In The Fields" είναι σαν τους κομήτες. Εμφανίζονται σπάνια.

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