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Killing Field
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On patrol the following night...
pop rock peace jazz folk antiwar musical war rock opera ww1
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Its just me...with a bit of help from Mr Sequencer
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Genre
Pop Dance-Pop
Charts
Peak #83
Peak in subgenre #29
Author
Archer
Uploaded
November 20, 2007
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MP3 3.6 MB 128 kbps 3:58
Story behind the song
On patrol the following night they stumble upon a party of Geman sappers who are repairing the wire, and in a brief and bloody skirmish kill for the first time. The realities of war and death begin to make their mark on the lads particularly Ron, who realises that taking the life of another man has changed him irreversably.
Lyrics
Killing Field Ron: It happened so fast with no time to reflect A frantic few seconds of fire Bodies lay slumped in the no-mans-land waste Where they'd been repairing the wire We shared in that instant the dead man and I As everything changed for us both I became a killer he fell and died Who got the worst deal I don't know Its a strange situation can someone explain As I just don't understand How the armchair warriors back in the rear Make you a hero for killing a man But God save the man who can't take any more No matter how brave he has been They'll have him in front of a firing squad As a warning for others to see Sometimes in the mud its so hard to tell If the bodies are theirs or our own Some say that you know which is which by the smell And some by the colour of the bone But whoever they are the dead are the dead And no longer take part in the game No matter which side they were fighting for The grave treats them all just the same Dead men don't symbolise nations They only represent waste And the sorrow of friends and relations And a scavengers carrion feast But God save the man who can't take any more No matter how brave he has been They'll have him in front of a firing squad As a warning for others to see
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Michael Duran
Feb 18, 2008
Profound! I left a message in your blog Neil. Very moving.