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What song are you listening to right now?

I'm not big on military gala and the political rhetoric it spawns but since it is Remembrance Day, I thought I'd put together a little post about it anyway. After all I did grow up in and along those fields where so many lost their lives, where to this day farmers pick up the rusted bombs spewed out by the thick blood red earth. I'm lucky enough to never have seen war -I've never even had to go to the army (good for them)- but when you roam those fields, lined by haunting pollard willows, the cold sharp northwestern wind gnawing at your face, you don't really need to. Because what's there is the eternal aftermath of all war, and that's rows and rows of graves, casting the shadow of lost life, lost dreams, lost hope and lost love, all around as each day goes by in the name of some good cause, whatever that entails.

How can any cause be called good if it involves sending millions of souls into certain death? Sometimes war is inevitable, sometimes one has to fight, but there's no such thing as 'the good fight'. Be it fought in a muddy field with a bajonet or from a recliner chair with a joystick, it's ugly as ugly can be, and that's it really.


Willem Vermandere - Donker Land
 
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Back to punk. If you're going to pick up arms, that's exactly what you'll be doing, picking up arms; the limb usually attached to the side of one's body. Use it to pick up a guitar instead, for example. (I'm rambling, I know.)
The Jam - Eton Rifles
 
This morning it's Natures own song, the sound of heavy rain on my conservatory roof, very relaxing.

(I won't be so happy about it in an hour when I have to go out)
 
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