Lyrics
FUNNY WAR
From the General’s hill the terrain looks good
With ‘em fighters set up like they should
A stiff breeze blows from o’er the shore –
The perfect scenery of a funny war
A band is circlin round tricky bars
There’s bells & rattles; muted guitars
Soon interfered by kettledrums
Trumpets & fanfares ringin along
Both fighters look pretty dolled up
With slaty eyes; cheeks like paper cups
Pent-up lips between sneer & kiss
Brows sayin “How did it come to this?”
There’s showcase smiles here & there
Danglin arms to put nowhere
A fiery glance from memories
Before lineaments begin to freeze
A clench o’ fists; a pointed remark
Everything’s ready for the spark
Prepared for ages for the fight
To gather fruits before the night
One last pause of blood & will
They look up to the General’s hill –
That’s where I stand; what I’m here for:
The chronicler of a funny war
© 2008