Memory Lane

France, during second world war a small brigade of aussie soldiers are on
the march, tired hungry and wounded this is one soliders story,

A major body bag shortage so we left the others
in a mass heap, we road on past destructed homes
and dead sheep,We were so hungry, eating them
crossed our minds of real meat,My feet were sore
and infected the whole brigade was emotionally
affected,loading battered magazines while limping
slowly,some bleeding badly, crying dragging there
feet,walked past a body and stubling over the head,
started retching again even though i was use to seeing
dead,a friend can be taken a way in an instance by
a small peice of lead,gave the crust to the few
prisoners who were bordering dead,my bayonet was
bloody, my uniform stunk and was muddy, We havent
lain for ages, blood stain's my bibles pages,My best
friend left earth recently holiest god is meeting-the,
walked past wrecked homes, heard the dyings soft
moans,Cant sleep at night, everything reminds me
of the fight,no courage no might, left in my body,
just the enemies dead faces in my mind,dead soldiers
and friends that i had to leave behind Arrive at small
town shelter in a lane, cant stop thinking of the slain,
wake at dawn realise i am just another politacal pawn,
load gun burst outta wall, i am prepared for my down fall,
surrounding soldiers drop,Stab one bastard before i
fall dead *shot

Many years later a comrade of this soldier back in the same lane remembers
a small part of his story telling it to a whole group of veterens

Thats where johnny was shot, treating my wounds,
gas in my eye i couldnt see, I didnt seem to notice
everthing just seemed to go out of focus, woke up
with johnnys dead body slumped on me, they musta
thought i was dead, see this scar on my head?

(tells fulls story goes for a while all the veterens fall into silence)

(in full aussie accent another vet towards the back comments

Yeah this place kinda feels like nightmarish memory lane doesnt it? Come on lets go get a coupla beers this place is giving me the creeps

They all turn around and start walking away except for one, the one telling the story before, a tear trickles down his face, he slowly turns and walks away

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Soft focus

Whats the point of living?

The voices in my head Feat. Rule

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