War can wait while I pick you up
from the bloody grave of mud and guts -
I wipe away the strands from your face
I carry you home from this barren waste
War can wait while I wash your skin
of blood stains but I cannot wash away my guilt -
So young and lifeless, dangling in my arms
Sent to fight for what?
Tell me why?
Sent to fight for what?
War can wait while I pick you up
from the bloody grave of mud and guts -
I wipe away the strands from your face
I carry you home from this barren waste
I carry you home...
I carry you home.
Why kill so many young men, turning a blind eye?
As if their deaths can be justified, rationalised
personified in a lyric or rhyme
when all I wanted to do was hug you alive
I wanted to hug
I wanted to hug you alive!
War can wait while I pick you up
from the bloody grave of mud and guts -
I wipe away the strands from your face
I carry you home from this barren waste
I carry you home...
I carry you home.
Broken-hearted, head bowed low
War can wait, head bowed low
War can wait, head bowed low
War can wait while I pick you up
from the bloody grave of mud and guts -
I carry you home.
I carry you home.
War can wait...
Walk away...
from the bloody grave of mud and guts -
I wipe away the strands from your face
I carry you home from this barren waste
War can wait while I wash your skin
of blood stains but I cannot wash away my guilt -
So young and lifeless, dangling in my arms
Sent to fight for what?
Tell me why?
Sent to fight for what?
War can wait while I pick you up
from the bloody grave of mud and guts -
I wipe away the strands from your face
I carry you home from this barren waste
I carry you home...
I carry you home.
Why kill so many young men, turning a blind eye?
As if their deaths can be justified, rationalised
personified in a lyric or rhyme
when all I wanted to do was hug you alive
I wanted to hug
I wanted to hug you alive!
War can wait while I pick you up
from the bloody grave of mud and guts -
I wipe away the strands from your face
I carry you home from this barren waste
I carry you home...
I carry you home.
Broken-hearted, head bowed low
War can wait, head bowed low
War can wait, head bowed low
War can wait while I pick you up
from the bloody grave of mud and guts -
I carry you home.
I carry you home.
War can wait...
Walk away...
inviata da giorgio - 8/6/2020 - 19:16
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Lyrics & music by Sean T. Wright
Album: War No More
War No More, released at the end of March 2008, “is a very special album”, Wright said. “It's my first album that carries a strong anti-war motif throughout. It tells a story that switches narrative, from my strong personal views to the wider perspective of my alter-ego Jimmy, who appears in many of my songs. It completes a very traumatic and paradoxically creative year. It culminated with the loss of my father to cancer on the eve of the album's completion, as well as working with the innovative production genius of Mark Tinley (Duran Duran, Adamski, Dandy Warhols)”.