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The War Was In Color Lyrics
I see you found
A box of my things
Infantries, tanks,
smouldering airplane wings
These old pictures are cool, tell me some stories
Was it like the old war movies?
Sit down, son
Let me fill you in
Where to begin?
Let's start with the end
This black and white photo
Don't capture the skin
From the flash of a gun
To a soldier who's done
Trust me grandson
The war was in color
From shipyard to sea
From factory to sky
From rivet to rifle
From bootcamp to battlecry
I wore the mask up high on a daylight run
That held my face in it's clammy hands
Crawled over coconut logs and corpses in the coral sands
Where to begin?
Let's start with the end
This black and white photo
Don't capture the skin
From the shock of a shell
Or the memory of smell
If red is for hell
The war was in color
I held the canvas bag over the railing
The dead released with the ship still sailing
Out of our hands, and into the swallowing sea
I felt the crossfire stitching up soldiers
Into a blanket of dead and as the night grows colder
In a window back home
A blue star is traded for gold
Oh, where to begin?
Let's start with the end
This black and white photo
Don't capture the skin
When metal is churned
Bodies are burned
Victory earned
The war was in color
Now I lay in my grave
At age twenty one
Long before you were born
Before i bore a son
What good did it do?
Well, hopefully for you
A world without war
A life full of color
Where to begin?
Let's start with the end
This black and white photo
Never captured my skin
Once it was torn
From an enemy thorn
Straight through the core
The war was in color
Where to begin?
Let's start with the end
This black and white photo
Never captured my skin
From the flash of a gun
To a soldier who's done
Trust me grandson
The war was in color
Trust me grandson
The war was in color
Trust me grandson....
The war was in color
A box of my things
Infantries, tanks,
smouldering airplane wings
Was it like the old war movies?
Let me fill you in
Let's start with the end
This black and white photo
Don't capture the skin
To a soldier who's done
Trust me grandson
The war was in color
From factory to sky
From rivet to rifle
From bootcamp to battlecry
That held my face in it's clammy hands
Crawled over coconut logs and corpses in the coral sands
Let's start with the end
This black and white photo
Don't capture the skin
Or the memory of smell
If red is for hell
The war was in color
The dead released with the ship still sailing
Out of our hands, and into the swallowing sea
Into a blanket of dead and as the night grows colder
In a window back home
A blue star is traded for gold
Let's start with the end
This black and white photo
Don't capture the skin
Bodies are burned
Victory earned
The war was in color
At age twenty one
Long before you were born
Before i bore a son
Well, hopefully for you
A world without war
A life full of color
Let's start with the end
This black and white photo
Never captured my skin
From an enemy thorn
Straight through the core
The war was in color
Let's start with the end
This black and white photo
Never captured my skin
To a soldier who's done
Trust me grandson
The war was in color
The war was in color
The war was in color
Song Info
Submitted by
lugalid On Dec 01, 2007
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It is about the War of the Pacific during WWII, but is applicable to all wars.. A great song really
@StevethePirate My grandfather served on the USS Boise (Light Cruiser) during WWII. It saw battle in the Leyte Gulf, and delivered troops to Guadalcanal. The captain was Edward J "Mike" Moran. He was beloved by his crew: my father's middle name is 'Mike' (not Michael). He famously said, when facing a Japanese armada "Pick out the biggest one and fire!"
@StevethePirate My grandfather served on the USS Boise (Light Cruiser) during WWII. It saw battle in the Leyte Gulf, and delivered troops to Guadalcanal. The captain was Edward J "Mike" Moran. He was beloved by his crew: my father's middle name is 'Mike' (not Michael). He famously said, when facing a Japanese armada "Pick out the biggest one and fire!"
It's a certainty my grandfather helped bury shipmates - the Boise suffered terrible damage at various points, including a torpedo to a forward magazine. It received 11 battle stars - a lot for a light...
It's a certainty my grandfather helped bury shipmates - the Boise suffered terrible damage at various points, including a torpedo to a forward magazine. It received 11 battle stars - a lot for a light cruiser.
He never talked about his time in the Navy.
Wow. Incredible song.
this song is pretty much about how black and white pictures-or any picture- cannot match up to the experience of war. it cant capture the thoughts, feelings, and hopes of the soldiers, nor the horrors of war. its a beautiful song.
this song is pretty much about how black and white pictures-or any picture- cannot match up to the experience of war. it cant capture the thoughts, feelings, and hopes of the soldiers, nor the horrors of war. its a beautiful song.
What do you think the line "before I bore a son" means compared to the use of the word grandson? Literally it doesn't mean anything because a man has never bore a son, but do you think it's meant to mean he died before he helped conceive a child, or before his child was born? Never could figure out if the grandson part was literal, or just addressed to someone young...
It's like he died before his wife or girlfriend gave birth to their child
It's like he died before his wife or girlfriend gave birth to their child
@theevilwriter It can have several meanings. The first: Many soldiers left behind pregnant wives. Many never saw their child, or even perished before the child was born. This could be the ghost/memory of a dead soldier looking over his grandson, hoping his sacrifice will let the grandson live a life of peace.
@theevilwriter It can have several meanings. The first: Many soldiers left behind pregnant wives. Many never saw their child, or even perished before the child was born. This could be the ghost/memory of a dead soldier looking over his grandson, hoping his sacrifice will let the grandson live a life of peace.
The second interpretation is that the man he had been before the war died there, and he returned home as someone different. It could even be taken to mean he was so hollowed out by the experience that he felt like a walking corpse much of his...
The second interpretation is that the man he had been before the war died there, and he returned home as someone different. It could even be taken to mean he was so hollowed out by the experience that he felt like a walking corpse much of his life.
A third interpretation is that this is a letter he wrote at some point and left in a box of war photos, in case a grandson ever found it. It was written to a boy because at the time, only men were sent into combat.