They say it’ll be over soon
home by Christmas day
Standing here in a muddy trench
is that really what they say?
They said it’d be over soon
that we’d be home by Christmas day
Dying here in a gas-filled trench
is that really what they say?
Does an angel float above us?
Can’t see through the shot and shell
As the world tears up around us
Why would an angel visit Hell?
home by Christmas day
Standing here in a muddy trench
is that really what they say?
They said it’d be over soon
that we’d be home by Christmas day
Dying here in a gas-filled trench
is that really what they say?
Does an angel float above us?
Can’t see through the shot and shell
As the world tears up around us
Why would an angel visit Hell?
envoyé par Dq82 - 25/11/2021 - 13:03
Langue: anglais
2018
The Great War
2014 was the centenary of the “war to end all wars” and I had the idea to compose some music around the subject. Rather than just release one song or EP in 2014, I decided it would be an interesting concept to release one song a year, from 2014 to 2018 that, combined, would form one (longer) piece of music.
In 2018 Bad Elephant approached me with the idea of releasing the project as a full album and this opportunity has allowed me to re-record and reinterpret the songs I had written since 2014 and also include some additional ones, the end result being The Great War album.
The Great War
2014 was the centenary of the “war to end all wars” and I had the idea to compose some music around the subject. Rather than just release one song or EP in 2014, I decided it would be an interesting concept to release one song a year, from 2014 to 2018 that, combined, would form one (longer) piece of music.
In 2018 Bad Elephant approached me with the idea of releasing the project as a full album and this opportunity has allowed me to re-record and reinterpret the songs I had written since 2014 and also include some additional ones, the end result being The Great War album.
ANGEL OF MONS
We the Old Contemptible few
drinking char then we stand to
Digging in behind the bags
Trenches stretch across the land
In Flanders mud we stand
In the pink behind the bags
Hunkered down behind the wire
bumped by Hun artillery fire
In a funk behind the bags
From the posts barb wire’s strung
no-mans land the bodies hung
Just the dead behind the bags
Sunset on the western front
once more the evening hate
A thousand guns now taunt us
there’s no escape from our fate
Direct hit, no body remains
just fragments of bone an’ skin
Brass hats will be sending out
telegram for the next of kin
Does an angel float above us?
Can’t see through the shot and shell
As the world tears up around us
Why would an angel visit Hell?
Does an angel float above us? (above us)
Can’t see through the shot and shell
As the world tears up around us (around us)
Why would an angel visit Hell?
Hear the hoots early morning
Bob-man calls out the warning
Floundering in a green sea
fumble my mask to save me
Someone yelling, going down
on dry land begins to drown
Spewing cud gasping breath
another here is touched by death
They said to die for England here
is something sweet and right
Watching Tommy spew his guts out
no, dying’s not a glorious sight
Does an angel float above us? (above us)
Can’t see through the shot and shell
As the world tears up around us (around us)
Why would an angel visit Hell?
Does an angel float above us? (above us)
Can’t see through the shot and shell
As the world tears up around us (around us)
Why would an angel visit Hell?
We the Old Contemptible few
drinking char then we stand to
Digging in behind the bags
Trenches stretch across the land
In Flanders mud we stand
In the pink behind the bags
Hunkered down behind the wire
bumped by Hun artillery fire
In a funk behind the bags
From the posts barb wire’s strung
no-mans land the bodies hung
Just the dead behind the bags
Sunset on the western front
once more the evening hate
A thousand guns now taunt us
there’s no escape from our fate
Direct hit, no body remains
just fragments of bone an’ skin
Brass hats will be sending out
telegram for the next of kin
Does an angel float above us?
Can’t see through the shot and shell
As the world tears up around us
Why would an angel visit Hell?
Does an angel float above us? (above us)
Can’t see through the shot and shell
As the world tears up around us (around us)
Why would an angel visit Hell?
Hear the hoots early morning
Bob-man calls out the warning
Floundering in a green sea
fumble my mask to save me
Someone yelling, going down
on dry land begins to drown
Spewing cud gasping breath
another here is touched by death
They said to die for England here
is something sweet and right
Watching Tommy spew his guts out
no, dying’s not a glorious sight
Does an angel float above us? (above us)
Can’t see through the shot and shell
As the world tears up around us (around us)
Why would an angel visit Hell?
Does an angel float above us? (above us)
Can’t see through the shot and shell
As the world tears up around us (around us)
Why would an angel visit Hell?
envoyé par Dq82 - 25/11/2021 - 13:24
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