I lay in the poppies in the field of death
A man falls to my right, a boy to my left
People die, but I don't know who they are
English, German, they're all the same.
I lay in the poppies in the field of death
The world falls to my right, the future to my left
People die, but I don't know who they are
English, German, they're all the same..
Thank you for dying for nothing
For rich men who live on the hill
Even though they realized they were just men
Their commanders forced them to kill.
Thank you for dying I know you were scared
For rich men who just didn't care
And as you lay in the poppies of death
You prayed that you were the last one who left..
I lay in the poppies in the field of death
A man shoots to my right, a boy to my left
People kill, and I know who they are
French, Austrian, they're all the same
I lay in the poppies in the field of death
Freedom falls to my right, humanity to my left
Countries kill and I know just who they are
France, Austria, they're all the same
Thank you for dying for nothing
For rich men who live on the hill
Even though they realized they were just men
Their commanders forced them to kill.
Thank you for dying I know you were scared
For rich men who just didn't care
And as you lay in the poppies of death
You prayed that you were the last one who left.
A man falls to my right, a boy to my left
People die, but I don't know who they are
English, German, they're all the same.
I lay in the poppies in the field of death
The world falls to my right, the future to my left
People die, but I don't know who they are
English, German, they're all the same..
Thank you for dying for nothing
For rich men who live on the hill
Even though they realized they were just men
Their commanders forced them to kill.
Thank you for dying I know you were scared
For rich men who just didn't care
And as you lay in the poppies of death
You prayed that you were the last one who left..
I lay in the poppies in the field of death
A man shoots to my right, a boy to my left
People kill, and I know who they are
French, Austrian, they're all the same
I lay in the poppies in the field of death
Freedom falls to my right, humanity to my left
Countries kill and I know just who they are
France, Austria, they're all the same
Thank you for dying for nothing
For rich men who live on the hill
Even though they realized they were just men
Their commanders forced them to kill.
Thank you for dying I know you were scared
For rich men who just didn't care
And as you lay in the poppies of death
You prayed that you were the last one who left.
inviata da giorgio - 25/11/2009 - 15:14
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Album: "Wars Will Cease...When We Refuse To Fight Them"
Lyrics by Dave Gwyther
Music by Dave Gwyther & Sturt Wills
On one Christmas day during World War 1 both sides put down their guns and met in No-Mans land. They shook hands and shared cigarettes and stories and played a game of football… The WW1 was a brutal bloody battle of dying empires that saw millions perish. And yet on one historic day two sides who had been locked in desperate fighting ceased their guns and met in no-mans land where they realised that they weren't German, or English, or anything like that. They realised that they were just men. All the same. And the war, and perhaps all wars could have ceased on that day with this monumental realisation, if the commanders had not ordered the men back into the trenches, threatening that if they did not go back to shooting each other, they would be shot themselves. The world could have been so different that day. And on a poster to remember those who fell, the image of a 5 year old boy stands with the words 'Thank You' written over the top. Thank you? Thank you for dying! The words should read: 'Never, EVER, again!'.