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Lyrics Feedback please.

  • 18-11-2014 8:01pm
    #1
    raindog.promo
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    Hey folks,

    Just looking for some thoughts/observations/criticism on these lyrics please. Did a fair bit of research into it and see it more as a piece of writing as opposed to poetry, if that makes any sense :)

    Thank you.




    37 MILLION

    Just past evening hate, candles light an enemy trench.
    Men stand ready to fight, when the night rings out in hymn.
    They trade song for song and not a shot is fired that night,
    Brothers in the water and mud, share peace on Christmas Eve.

    I've something to ask of you, Comrades! Hear me!
    The only option here of use, that's not crazy,
    Is face back to back and forward march,
    To bring about some peace that lasts.

    Or soon, you'll be lying here,
    A rictus grin from ear to ear,
    In your generation's blood and tears.

    Clear skies the next day, some chance their hands to wave to their foe,
    Then risk going over the top, to meet in No Man's Land.
    They lay their fallen to rest, and start to question why do they fight,
    For freedom and with God on both sides, their lives contemned with lies.

    This is your last chance for peace, soldiers or civilians!
    No one hears when artillery speaks, wasting millions.
    You'll be forced back in the war machine,
    To be sacrificed on this battle field.

    And soon you'll be lying here,
    A rictus grin from ear to ear,
    In your generation's blood and tears.


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