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On Battleship Hill Lyrics
The scent of Thyme carried on the wind,
stings your face into remembering
cruel nature has won again.
On Battleship Hill's caved in trenches,
a hateful feeling still lingers,
even now, 80 years later.
Cruel nature.
Cruel, cruel nature.
The land returns to how it has always been.
The scent of Thyme carried on the wind.
Jagged mountains, jutting out,
cracked like teeth in a rotten mouth.
On Battleship Hill I hear the wind,
Say "Cruel nature has won again."
stings your face into remembering
cruel nature has won again.
a hateful feeling still lingers,
even now, 80 years later.
Cruel nature.
Cruel, cruel nature.
The scent of Thyme carried on the wind.
Jagged mountains, jutting out,
cracked like teeth in a rotten mouth.
On Battleship Hill I hear the wind,
Say "Cruel nature has won again."
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The song is about someone who has been reminded of the 1915-1916 trench wars at Gallipoli. Herbs were used to counter the smell of death. This person has smelled a scent of Thyme and has been reminded (by cruel nature's scent) of that terrible time. Why PJ says that it has been 80 years I don't know. Perhaps the person is visiting Battleship Hill in 1995 or 1996 (or standing in their Australian kitchen in 1995 or 1996)or PJ wrote the song in 1995 or 1996 and has only just found a place for it on her concept album.
I was wrong about herbs being used to mask the smell of the dead. I read a newspaper headline and made an assumption. I think that the wild herb that grow in Gallipoli were growing before the trench war. Then of course they grew back during peace time. And yhis person remembers the scent from before the fighting.
I was wrong about herbs being used to mask the smell of the dead. I read a newspaper headline and made an assumption. I think that the wild herb that grow in Gallipoli were growing before the trench war. Then of course they grew back during peace time. And yhis person remembers the scent from before the fighting.
I love this song, I think its making a point about how life goes on after tragedy. Really poignant i think. Reference to 'nature' i think is man's nature not the earth's; it is man's nature to brutally kill, fight in wars etc.
that's interesting hanginginthewire. or it could mean that cruel nature has won out over good nature again.
I love how PJ's voice sounds on this one, specially on the last "Cruel nature has won again."
history of thyme from wikipedia
"Ancient Egyptians used thyme for embalming. The ancient Greeks used it in their baths and burnt it as incense in their temples, believing that thyme was a source of courage.
It was thought that the spread of thyme throughout Europe was thanks to the Romans, as they used it to purify their rooms and to "give an aromatic flavour to cheese and liqueurs".
In the European Middle Ages, the herb was placed beneath pillows to aid sleep and ward off nightmares. In this period, women would also often give knights and warriors gifts that included thyme leaves as it was believed to bring courage to the bearer.
Thyme was also used as incense and placed on coffins during funerals as it was supposed to assure passage into the next life."
I love this song. It a reminder for me of how life goes on, even when your life goes bad.
I defy anyone to listen to this song and not cry. To me it defines the true meaning of memorial days such as ANZAC day here in Australia - beyond all the flag toting and children too young to understand marching in their forebears medals.
My great-grandfather who raised my mother was the only male survivor of his siblings of the first world war. He had four brothers. The only reason he didn't die was because he was too young to go. It really brings home the message of the slaughter that was world war one - when I heard this song I thought of him and how he would have reacted. He was a farmer - a scottish crofter. He would have understood the references to nature at a deep level. It seems all the more sad to me that the generation who went through that will never hear this song. Never hear that we still remember them.
@clareak Your words are really beautiful. I feel very sorry for what the war meant to your family back then. This song is very sad and very emotional. It's my favourite song in the album.
@clareak Your words are really beautiful. I feel very sorry for what the war meant to your family back then. This song is very sad and very emotional. It's my favourite song in the album.
@clareak I also thank you for your story. You're right that one cannot really listen to this song and not cry. And as alexoliveiras0 said so well, one also cannot hear the story of your great grandfather's family and not '...feel very sorry for what the war meant to your family back then.' I think of "Nature, red in tooth and claw" who in all its dispassionate grandeur intones ‘A thousand types are gone: / I care for nothing, all shall go.’ ...much to the very personal heartbreak and horror of our human race. I thank Ms. Harvey for bringing these remembrances....
@clareak I also thank you for your story. You're right that one cannot really listen to this song and not cry. And as alexoliveiras0 said so well, one also cannot hear the story of your great grandfather's family and not '...feel very sorry for what the war meant to your family back then.' I think of "Nature, red in tooth and claw" who in all its dispassionate grandeur intones ‘A thousand types are gone: / I care for nothing, all shall go.’ ...much to the very personal heartbreak and horror of our human race. I thank Ms. Harvey for bringing these remembrances.
I was never sure but thought the song was about growning old and people pondering their life. Also that time catches up on all of us, hence 'cruel nature wins again'.
could be about the continuity of wars and brutality throughout generations
it reminds me of this poem by Seamus Heaney (especially when you reach the last line). Nature has no sympathy for the dead no matter how cruel, unjust or barbaric that death iccured.
by Seamus Heaney The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley... No kitchens on the run, no striking camp... We moved quick and sudden in our own country. The priest lay behind ditches with the tramp. A people hardly marching... on the hike... We found new tactics happening each day: We'd cut through reins and rider with the pike And stampede cattle into infantry, Then retreat through hedges where cavalry must be thrown. Until... on Vinegar Hill... the final conclave. Terraced thousands died, shaking scythes at cannon. The hillside blushed, soaked in our broken wave. They buried us without shroud or coffin And in August... the barley grew up out of our grave.