I heard it yesterday on the news
And to believe it I refused
To hear the working man enthused
That more guns would be built.
And I remember thinking then
That wallet wins the heart again
And we will sing the old refrain
As further blood is spilt:
It takes a soldier to fire the gun
To make it you need a working man
To feed him the farmer will plough the land
It all goes hand in hand.
But to feed the soldier and the man
Who makes the gun, you need more land,
And to get more land of course
You need a soldier.
The circle is a vicious one,
It's been like this since time began,
For after all is said and done
The soldier needs his bread.
But no one can explain to me
With all this land and all this sea
Why we don't turn our soldiery
To farm and fish instead.
It takes a soldier to fire the gun
To make it you need a working man
To feed him the farmer will plough the land
It all goes hand in hand.
But to feed the soldier and the man
Who makes the gun, you need more land,
And to get more land of course
You need a soldier.
And I can almost hear you say
"the world has always been that way,
"for peace and freedom you must pay
"and nothing is for free".
But vicious circles you can break,
'Tis but an easy step to take:
Just throw the guns into the lake
But keep just one for me;-)
It takes a soldier to fire the gun
To make it you need a working man
To feed him the farmer will plough the land
It all goes hand in hand.
But to feed the soldier and the man
Who makes the gun, you need more land,
And to get more land of course
You need a soldier.
If only we could understand
Before things spiral out of hand
It's not supply, but our demand
That does the monster feed.
And still our leaders never cease
To manufacture enemies
It isn't them that threaten peace,
The problem is our greed.
It takes a soldier to fire the gun
To make it you need a working man
To feed him the farmer will plough the land
It all goes hand in hand.
But to feed the soldier and the man
Who makes the gun, you need more land,
And to get more land of course
You need a soldier.
And to believe it I refused
To hear the working man enthused
That more guns would be built.
And I remember thinking then
That wallet wins the heart again
And we will sing the old refrain
As further blood is spilt:
It takes a soldier to fire the gun
To make it you need a working man
To feed him the farmer will plough the land
It all goes hand in hand.
But to feed the soldier and the man
Who makes the gun, you need more land,
And to get more land of course
You need a soldier.
The circle is a vicious one,
It's been like this since time began,
For after all is said and done
The soldier needs his bread.
But no one can explain to me
With all this land and all this sea
Why we don't turn our soldiery
To farm and fish instead.
It takes a soldier to fire the gun
To make it you need a working man
To feed him the farmer will plough the land
It all goes hand in hand.
But to feed the soldier and the man
Who makes the gun, you need more land,
And to get more land of course
You need a soldier.
And I can almost hear you say
"the world has always been that way,
"for peace and freedom you must pay
"and nothing is for free".
But vicious circles you can break,
'Tis but an easy step to take:
Just throw the guns into the lake
But keep just one for me;-)
It takes a soldier to fire the gun
To make it you need a working man
To feed him the farmer will plough the land
It all goes hand in hand.
But to feed the soldier and the man
Who makes the gun, you need more land,
And to get more land of course
You need a soldier.
If only we could understand
Before things spiral out of hand
It's not supply, but our demand
That does the monster feed.
And still our leaders never cease
To manufacture enemies
It isn't them that threaten peace,
The problem is our greed.
It takes a soldier to fire the gun
To make it you need a working man
To feed him the farmer will plough the land
It all goes hand in hand.
But to feed the soldier and the man
Who makes the gun, you need more land,
And to get more land of course
You need a soldier.
inviata da Bernart Bartleby - 22/5/2014 - 09:28
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Parole e musica di George Papavgeris.
Nel suo disco intitolato “Silent Majority”.
A proposito del circolo vizioso attraverso il quale la nostra cupidigia ci conduce alla guerra. Ispirata ad un’intervista televisiva ad un imprenditore che si diceva entusiasta di essersi accaparrato la commissione per la costruzione di due aerei da combattimento, completamente indifferente al fatto di star per costruire strumenti di guerra che inevitabilmente porteranno alla perdita di vite umane.
(George Papavgeris)