thairock
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Ok, so,
My wans father, who is a writer and all round nice guy has, after 71 years , decided to apply his talents to writing song lyrics.
He hasn't a musical note in his head however and asked me , "would you see if any of your musical mates would be interested in this".
Seeing the collaborative fun you guys had on that christmas song made me think some of you might like to give it a go.
I know the lyrics are not necessarily an example of what you guys are actually writing/putting music to normally but I
know ye are a talented bunch of bastids.
I believe he is thinking along the lines of a trad type of thing. He grew up in Liverpool in a poor, working class, family, listen to songs like Dirty Old Town etc,.
He has said he would like the words to be clearly heard in the song , but concedes that, any kind of music / genre would still be great.
Of course, what I would love to see would be a whole bunch of different offerings right across the spectrum.
I could think of nothing cooler than presenting him with a burned cd with like a half dozen versions of his song on it.
Anyhow, you guys are the musicians , so , if anyone of you would care to take the challenge, well, that would rock!
Below are the lyrics
oh, and thanks.
War song
The granddad he knew had killed plenty of Boer.
The one that he didn’t died died in the Great War.
Still grieving the dead from not long before
They were at it again in another world war.
Still he wonders what slaughter his great granddad saw
As his life oozed away on a far foreign shore.
Left greening the grass for the enemy’s cattle
No plaque to honour his dying in battle.
As an infant he cried in his cot in a shelter.
The buildings exploding the people on fire.
Bombs reining down and families dying,
Tumult and terror in world gone haywire.
Still he wonderers what slaughter his great granddad saw
As his life oozed away on a far foreign shore.
Left greening the grass for the enemy’s cattle
No plaque to honour his dying in battle.
One brother he died in the war in Korea,
Then a village was burning in North Vietnam.
He wakes still at night in shame ridden fear.
Will the maiming and killing never be done?
Still he wonderers what slaughter his great granddad saw
As his life oozed away on a far foreign shore.
Greening the grass for the enemy’s cattle
No plaque to honour his dying in battle.
Now he’s telling his grandson of Pol Pot and Hitler
And reminding the world of Darfur.
May this child escape all the blood and the horror
And the long trail of grieving that’s war.
Still he wonders what slaughter his great granddad saw
As his life oozed away on a far foreign shore.
Greening the grass for the enemy’s cattle
No plaque to honour his dying in battle.
LYRICS BY CHRISTOPHER HORAN
My wans father, who is a writer and all round nice guy has, after 71 years , decided to apply his talents to writing song lyrics.
He hasn't a musical note in his head however and asked me , "would you see if any of your musical mates would be interested in this".
Seeing the collaborative fun you guys had on that christmas song made me think some of you might like to give it a go.
I know the lyrics are not necessarily an example of what you guys are actually writing/putting music to normally but I
know ye are a talented bunch of bastids.
I believe he is thinking along the lines of a trad type of thing. He grew up in Liverpool in a poor, working class, family, listen to songs like Dirty Old Town etc,.
He has said he would like the words to be clearly heard in the song , but concedes that, any kind of music / genre would still be great.
Of course, what I would love to see would be a whole bunch of different offerings right across the spectrum.
I could think of nothing cooler than presenting him with a burned cd with like a half dozen versions of his song on it.
Anyhow, you guys are the musicians , so , if anyone of you would care to take the challenge, well, that would rock!
Below are the lyrics
oh, and thanks.
War song
The granddad he knew had killed plenty of Boer.
The one that he didn’t died died in the Great War.
Still grieving the dead from not long before
They were at it again in another world war.
Still he wonders what slaughter his great granddad saw
As his life oozed away on a far foreign shore.
Left greening the grass for the enemy’s cattle
No plaque to honour his dying in battle.
As an infant he cried in his cot in a shelter.
The buildings exploding the people on fire.
Bombs reining down and families dying,
Tumult and terror in world gone haywire.
Still he wonderers what slaughter his great granddad saw
As his life oozed away on a far foreign shore.
Left greening the grass for the enemy’s cattle
No plaque to honour his dying in battle.
One brother he died in the war in Korea,
Then a village was burning in North Vietnam.
He wakes still at night in shame ridden fear.
Will the maiming and killing never be done?
Still he wonderers what slaughter his great granddad saw
As his life oozed away on a far foreign shore.
Greening the grass for the enemy’s cattle
No plaque to honour his dying in battle.
Now he’s telling his grandson of Pol Pot and Hitler
And reminding the world of Darfur.
May this child escape all the blood and the horror
And the long trail of grieving that’s war.
Still he wonders what slaughter his great granddad saw
As his life oozed away on a far foreign shore.
Greening the grass for the enemy’s cattle
No plaque to honour his dying in battle.
LYRICS BY CHRISTOPHER HORAN
