Carl Vanderwall - singer - songwriter
Uploaded songs from the cassette : 'Colours by number'. The cd : 'Hometapes 7' ,the cd : 'Eigenheimer' and the cd : 'Degatari'.
Story behind the song
A protest song against militarism
Lyrics
Into the firing-line (karel vanderwal)
Truth's an emotional fear, the one you keep silent
We was a hung back the years they're literally dying
Lost in traditional ease, failed to many arrow
A loser in almost every game, it's nothing like the lion
In the firingline,where you've been spotted by people shooting
In the firingline,where you go out reach hooking
Hey,this is aimable John,good credits for
No talk,no needs for the ones,who fall and get burried.
There you go little young man,your thoughts declared sacred
Your tong's a sealed by lead and steel,nothing left but naked.
In the firingline,just keep avoiding those transits coming
In the firingline,I hear the tender drumming.
You just can't say that I was that kind of macholitoman.
Throw me the dice,and I play for heaven when
When the draughts get smarter,by every other day,
we keep running up,running up in the firingline to stay.
Stay where you are don't you move,the safer the better for you
I'm not denying ,I've been a fool who hides behind your shoulder
So short of fantasy looks,so little to carry.Always in the middle
of you and me.no matter which side we cherries.
In the firingline,where you've been hunted by craftsman comming.
In the firingline, where your decisions humming..........
.Hand me the cards and I'll play forever when.
When the fools get quicker by every other day,
we keep runnung up,running up in the firingline to stay.....
