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letra de thomas james highgate, 10061 (song for a deserter) - screed

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these fields could all be home
for all i care
unsoiled, pastoral
soon to be trampled
leave it all behind; the infantry

here they come

so say you, unprepared to die
you want to run and hide
were told stragglers will be shot
what say you, coward?

ripe from retreating to the marne
claims that he slept inside a farm

just like home
just like home
just like home
private

this is the final call to arms
in retreat, just like the season
couldn’t explain why he had taken off
only that his memory’s unclear

that he don’t know
he don’t know
he don’t know
brother

just pray they’ll aim their rifles high
you must stand your ground this time
stood weary from retreat
so brave, you
soldier

once before abandoning his post
to join a unit closer to his brother
served some forty days inside the hole
the while suffering from yellow fever

but chief signed the verdict from the top
our orders are that stragglers will be shot
will be shot
will be shot
we’ll be shot, thomas

deserter (x4)
deserved more, ’95 for what?
to be disowned and then forgot
up on the hill we used to walk
where no one, where no one walks
and there, born 1895. for what cause?
for what cause?
what this great nation promised him;
the long walk to scaffolding

dare i beg you! aim the rifles!
aim the rifles high!
dare i beg you! would you aim your rifle high?
i don’t want to die!

i don’t want to die!
i don’t want to die!
i don’t want to die! (in the trenches!)

through world war, the trenches; the tempest

fire! (x4)

so say you, aim the rifles high
and i’ll be left out
upon the hill we used to climb
where i’ll be left out
the name that they refused to write
so i’ll be left out
on sh0r-ham hill we used to climb
where i’ll be left out

- screed

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