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Monument To War
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| Credits |
| Lyric Credits: |
David Wells |
| Music Credits: |
David Wells |
| Producer Credits: |
David Wells |
| Publisher Credits: |
UpscaleBlues.com |
| Performance Credits: |
David Wells |
| Label Credits: |
none |
| Description |
Short Song Description:
Story about a homeless vet who keeps a bullet casing for every person he killed. He tries to assuage his guilt by honoring their memory and thus becomes a living monument to war. It is an anti-war song.
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| Metadata |
Song Length:
| 2:25 |
Primary Genre:
| Blues-Modern |
Secondary Genre:
| Jazz-Contemporary |
Tempo:
| Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal:
| Male Vocal |
Subject Matter 1:
| War |
Mood 1:
| Moving |
Language:
| English |
| Lyrics |
He sits by the side of the road in squalor
I do the Macarena when he asks for a dollar
The cardboard sign in his hand says ?Vet?
He looks like every homeless bum that I ever met
He had a mother
Mybe he?s somebody?s brother
Look in his eyes; emptiness to the core
A living monument to war
Jingle in his pocket jogs his memory
Empty shell casings are his reason to be
For every life he wasted, he keeps a bullet shell
A personal reminder of his personal hell
Guilt in his pocket
Like a grenade on a rocket
In case you wonder what he?s doing it for
He?s a living monument to war
Instrumental bridge
Empty shells in his pocket
Each nightmare in a locket
He didn?t want to be the one to keep score but
He?s a living monument to war
Yeah, guilt in his pocket
Like a grenade on a rocket
In case you wonder what he?s doing it for
He?s a living monument to war
A living monument to war |
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