Good morning fellow bloggers, I hope that your week has been kind to you and that you’re in tearing spirits and ready for Song Lyric Sunday. This musical challenge, brought to us by the lovely Helen is a great opportunity to share your favourite tracks, discover new music and hook up with other bloggers; why not give it a try?
If you’d like to have a go, here are some rules for you:
- Post the lyrics to the song of your choice, whether it fits the theme or not
- Please try to include the songwriter(s) – it’s a good idea to give credit where credit is due and it’s honestly just a simple Google search
- Make sure you also credit the singer/band and provide a link to where you found the lyrics
- Link to the YouTube video, or pull it into your post so others can listen to the song
- Ping back to this post or my own Song Lyric Sunday post
- Read at least one other person’s blog so we can all share new and fantastic music and create amazing new blogging friends in the process
It took me ages to think of a song this morning but I finally came up with one that takes me back to my angst ridden teenage years:
Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter
Death in the shadows he’ll maim you, he’ll wound you, he’ll kill you
For a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores
Boys baptised in wars
Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags
Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen
Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep
The wounds that burn so deep
Your mother sits on the edge of the world
When the cameras start to roll
Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold
Your father drains another beer, he’s one of the few that cares
Crawling behind a Saracen’s hull from the safety of his living room chair
Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons
And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour
I must fear evil, for I am but mortal and mortals can only die
Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers
That stalk the carpeted corridors of Whitehall
Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation
In the guarded bureaucratic wombs
Minister, minister care for your children, order them not into damnation
To eliminate those who would trespass against you
For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory forever and ever, Amen
Halt who goes there, Death, approach friend
You’re just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle
When your children’s stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist’s smile
The bomber’s arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves
Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell
Forgotten Sons
From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash
But remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash
On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier, count the cost
For a second you’ll be famous, your medal posthumous
Forgotten sons, forgotten sons
Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child
Just another Forgotten Son
In the guarded bureaucratic wombs”
I am probably the only person reading this who has actually crawled behind a Saracen’s hull for safety!!!! Never listened to this before. There is a little bit of angst there isn’t there? Well crafted as you say. The writer, strangely, had never been to Ireland. He says:
“It’s written from the point of view of somebody who lives in Britain that’s aware of people in Britain that are fighting in Northern Ireland. It was affected by my cousin, who was in his last trip in Ireland and was hit by a brick during the riots and when we found out it had happened it was like the blood came through the TV set.
Nobody gives a shit until Hyde Park, you know? The horses got more coverage than the bandsmen did, and I find that sick. It’s like the whole thing about peace these days where it’s a laughable word.”
….and, until very recently, they were taking ex soldiers to court for killing terrorists!
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Wow how did that happen? Were you in the army?
The version I have has Fish saying ‘this is dedicated to all the people who fell on the pavement outside Harrods…
Yes I remember that, the publicity about the horses being killed; we do seem to have become very blasé about violence between humans haven’t we.
Agree that court cases against soldiers who killed terrorists are ridiculous xx
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I served for 28 and a half years!
https://pollymermaid.wordpress.com/2017/02/11/my-life11-the-army-northern-ireland/
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I’m sorry I hadn’t realized. I’ve just been reading about it (thanks for the link) and it was so touching and really interesting 😊 xx
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No reason why you should you have realised!
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Very powerful. I have never heard this
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It is isn’t it? Yeah I don’t think it’s one of their better known tracks
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The lyrics are deep and the performance great. Not real familiar with Marillion but they held the audience rapt.
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Yep he was a great showman back in the day 😊 x
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looks like it! he’s theatrical but sometimes that’s how you can reach an audience
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Oh yes he was definitely theatrical 😊
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I love theatrical. I like the lyrics of this song actually. Great choice here
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Me too :O) Thanks Lorraine. How’re you doing? x
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