Blood and Gold

So.

I just saw Fahrenheit 9/11.

*sigh*

How did it make me feel? How do you think?

Angry. Depressed. Disappointed.

But mostly sad. Just so fucking sad.

That grandmother screaming at the camera. Calling on God for revenge, and raining curses down on our heads. And I'm thinking, Yep. This is how you make enemies. This is how you create terrorists.

When will we ever fucking learn?

Here's another lyricspam. Again from No More To The Dance. I wish you could all hear this song. It's soul-wrenching, truly.


Blood and Gold


On rides a captain with three hundred soldier lads
Out of the morning mist and through the silent snow
Whistling gaily rides the captain at their head
Behind him soldier boys sadly weeping, oh

Oh, when you took my gold and swore to follow me
You sold away your lives and your liberty
No more you'll till the soil, no more you'll work the land
No more to the dance you'll go and take girls by the hand

Oh, Mother, weep for your son
He has gone to kill and die

You'll weep, you'll die by the keen edge of the sword
All alone by the muddy Danube shore
He gave the order for the drummers to beat their drums
That mothers all might know the life a soldier lives

Unfurl your ragged banners and raise your pale young face
You'll all go in the fire, there'll be no hiding place
Oh, Mother, hear the drum beat in the village square
Oh, Mother, the drums for me to go for a soldier there

Mothers, Sisters, Wives, weep for us
Marked as Cain, we die alone