Lonely soldier go home
Lonely, but never alone
Good eyes, see nothing to shoot
Good feet, feel good giving up good boots

So ask your father how'd you fall
And ask your father how'd you fall
Like a leaf sitting on the ground
Good for nothing 'cept kicking around

She died with her hands stretched out
She died with a hungry mouth
She died with her mind full of doubt
And thoughts of weakening

So may your river never dry
And may your mouth never lie
And may you be satisfied to never know why
Sometimes someone just wants to die

So where'd you get those cuts in your hand?
Thought I told you about playing in the sand
There's always someone careless with glass
There's always questions you don't want to ask

She died with her hands stretched out
She died with a hungry mouth
She died with her mind full of doubt
And thoughts of weakening

And so may your river never dry
And may your mouth never lie
And may you be satisfied to never know why
Sometimes someone just wants to die

So lonely soldier go home
Lonely, but never alone
Good eyes, see nothing to shoot
Good feet, feel good giving up good boots


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Lonely Soldier [Live] Lyrics as written by Damien George Rice

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    In his own words, from The LA Times Mag:

    “Lonely Soldier” came about in 2004, around the time of an anti—Iraq War campaign in Ireland. The U.S. was using Shannon Airport there for military planes, and a lot of Irish people were not very happy about that. So I did my best to imagine being a soldier and what it would be like to shoot someone I don’t know–in particular, to kill an innocent woman who had startled me while in action. This is how I was able to connect, because it’s mostly men and testosterone and ego that go off to war and fight and kill, and it’s mostly women and children who die. I would love for women to rise up and balance the energy on the planet some more. It’s all a bit cock driven right now–bring on the era of the bosom.

    I LOVE @nothin_unusual_22's interpretation though. 'Tis the beauty of art; interpretation is part of the appreciation.

    shoule7732on June 10, 2011   Link

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