| Forgetters – I'm Not Immune Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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I believe in the first verse there is a brilliantly executed allusion to "Dulce et Decorum Est" by Wilfred Owen. "If you could see "If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood For once one inch beyond Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, The nose that cuts the air Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud before your face Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, You would not sing My friend, you would not tell with such high zest my dear with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, about The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est the wonders of this modern world" Pro patria mori." --Blake --Wilfred Owen Well-read and genius as always, Mr. Schwarzenbach X) |
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