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Another from the Archives: This was not written about any specific war and is older than the current conflicts. It was originally recorded on an analog tape deck, just me and my acoustic guitar. As with the other archive pieces, mistakes, technical errors, and so on are all here in their uncensored glory. I never stopped tape when I recorded. Heck, I'd always assumed I'd be the only person who ever heard them. I didn't know that Garageband was in my future.
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Lyrics
Seven Men
Seven men from seven countries
Decided to have a war
One cried, one lied, one spied, one shied, one defied, two tied, none died.
Seven men from seven empty countries
Had to be friends, because there were no more.
REFRAIN:
Shades of night are falling
Sleepy children are calling
Festered wounds are appalling
Gardens of money are flavored by the mint.
Green is my favorite color.
Seven men from seven countries
Grew tired of preaching hate
The fight's not right, it seems trite and spite indicts the height of might.
Seven men from seven friendly countries
Didn't know that it was too late.
::REFRAIN::
The sons of men from seven countries
Thought wars should never cease
They fought for naught, no thought for the lot, as taught they sought havoc
wrought.
The sons of men from seven countries
Said, "I may die, but I won't rest in peace."
::REFRAIN::
Seven men from seven countries
Decided to have a war
One cried, one lied, one spied, one shied, one defied, two tied, none died.
Seven men from seven empty countries
Had to be friends, because there were no more.
REFRAIN:
Shades of night are falling
Sleepy children are calling
Festered wounds are appalling
Gardens of money are flavored by the mint.
Green is my favorite color.
Seven men from seven countries
Grew tired of preaching hate
The fight's not right, it seems trite and spite indicts the height of might.
Seven men from seven friendly countries
Didn't know that it was too late.
::REFRAIN::
The sons of men from seven countries
Thought wars should never cease
They fought for naught, no thought for the lot, as taught they sought havoc
wrought.
The sons of men from seven countries
Said, "I may die, but I won't rest in peace."
::REFRAIN::
Slotogenic
unfortunately will always be relevant. This is a good song, technical issues aside. I like the tempo change in the refrain. Very thought provoking lyrics as well. Your voice accompanies the acoustic guitar very nicely. I think this is definitely worthy of a retake with better audio gear. Nice work!