It was July hot in Georgia in 1942
all the men were off to war and the woman had nothing to do.
I was sixteen and hungry looking for my first taste of love
when I brought the groceries to the door I didn't know how close I was.
Her long blond hair was flowing and she smelled like sweet perfume.
When I laid her groceries down she said "you don't have to leave so soon.
A woman sure gets lonely when a men gone off to fight."
She reached up for my trembling hand as tear drops filled her eyes
then she said.
War is hell on the home front too
God only knows what a woman goes though
She still needs what a man that's gone can't do.
I can't fight this fire along stay with me until it's gone
Ooh war is hell on the home front too.
It was July hot in side me as she lead me to the bed room door
with satin sheets and pleasure (I never knew I could feel before).
My first taste of lovin' was everything it should have been,
when a woman's fighting loneliness it's a battle she can't win.
I'll always remember what she did and what she said
but the one thing I remember most was the way she turned his picture over on the table by her bed
and now she says.
War is hell on the home front too
God only knows what a woman goes though
She still needs what a man that's gone can't do.
I can't fight this fire along stay with me until it's gone
Ooh war is hell on the home front too.
War is hell on the home front too
God only knows what a woman goes though
She still needs what a man that's gone can't do.
I can't fight this fire along stay with me until it's gone
Ooh war is hell on the home front too...
all the men were off to war and the woman had nothing to do.
I was sixteen and hungry looking for my first taste of love
when I brought the groceries to the door I didn't know how close I was.
Her long blond hair was flowing and she smelled like sweet perfume.
When I laid her groceries down she said "you don't have to leave so soon.
A woman sure gets lonely when a men gone off to fight."
She reached up for my trembling hand as tear drops filled her eyes
then she said.
War is hell on the home front too
God only knows what a woman goes though
She still needs what a man that's gone can't do.
I can't fight this fire along stay with me until it's gone
Ooh war is hell on the home front too.
It was July hot in side me as she lead me to the bed room door
with satin sheets and pleasure (I never knew I could feel before).
My first taste of lovin' was everything it should have been,
when a woman's fighting loneliness it's a battle she can't win.
I'll always remember what she did and what she said
but the one thing I remember most was the way she turned his picture over on the table by her bed
and now she says.
War is hell on the home front too
God only knows what a woman goes though
She still needs what a man that's gone can't do.
I can't fight this fire along stay with me until it's gone
Ooh war is hell on the home front too.
War is hell on the home front too
God only knows what a woman goes though
She still needs what a man that's gone can't do.
I can't fight this fire along stay with me until it's gone
Ooh war is hell on the home front too...
envoyé par Bartleby - 29/12/2011 - 21:31
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Scritta da Curly Putman, Bucky Jones e Dan Wilson.
"La guerra è l'inferno", così amava dire il generale unionista William Tecumseh Sherman.
Una frase storica la cui fama fu poi rinnovata nel secolo seguente grazie a questa celebre foto di un soldatino americano in Vietnam:
Ma lasciando da parte la "guerra e i suoi orrori", e scivolando sulla piega sessuale appena reintrodotta da Riccardo con Disperato erotico stomp, la canzone in questione - hit delle country charts americane nei primi anni 80 - parla di come a tanto dolore che la guerra sempre infligge alle volte possa trovarsi un po' di consolazione. E di come accada che la guerra possa ogni tanto essere non un'occasione per la solita inutile iniziazione di sangue ma per la prima, la più bella, la migliore, la più indimenticabile trombata! E per giunta con una donna esperta, la ragazza o la moglie di quel vicino di casa che in guerra gli è toccato di andarci davvero!