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Religion that leads to extremism that leads to war. The continuous story of mankind. I had this theme in my head since a long time already. Glad that I finally put it in a song.
As always: thanks for listening.
As always: thanks for listening.
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Lyrics
The sun is burning hot again
Upon your sacred land
You’re dreaming about a better life
The weapon’s in your hand
Forget about the history
There’s nothing we can do
Forget about religion, boy
The god’s inside of you
These young men in the battlefield
Have died on worthless ground
Their mothers cry upon their graves
And god is not around
Now look into the sky, my friend
There’s no one here above
Our people is not the chosen one
We should believe in love
The young men in the battlefield
Have died on worthless ground
Their mothers cry upon their graves
And god is not around
Upon your sacred land
You’re dreaming about a better life
The weapon’s in your hand
Forget about the history
There’s nothing we can do
Forget about religion, boy
The god’s inside of you
These young men in the battlefield
Have died on worthless ground
Their mothers cry upon their graves
And god is not around
Now look into the sky, my friend
There’s no one here above
Our people is not the chosen one
We should believe in love
The young men in the battlefield
Have died on worthless ground
Their mothers cry upon their graves
And god is not around
Willywagga
Lyrics are simple, message is simpler still. Percussion adds a forboding
dynamic that is very effective, and initally suggests anger, but this feeling
disipates and one is left with a bereft feeling I can fully connect with. Your
voice reminds me a bit of David Sylvian in his Japan period. Which is a
good thing in my books. Once again terrific song.