Forgotten Sons

Marillion

Transposer:

Armalite streetlights nightsights Searching the roofs for a sniper a viper a fighter Death in the shadows he’ll maim you he’ll wound you he’ll kill you For a long forgotten cause on not so foreign shores Boys baptised in wars boys baptised in wars Morphine chill scream bad dream Serving as numbers on dog tags flak rags sand bags Your girl has married your best friend love’s end poison pen Your flesh will always creep Tossing turning sleep the wounds that burn so deep burn so deep Your mother sits on the edge of the world when the camera starts to roll Panoramic viewpoint ressurrects the killing fold Your father drains another beer he’s one of the few that cares Crawling behind a Saracen’s hull from the safety of his living room chair Forgotten sons forgotten sons forgotten sons And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolor I must fear evil For I am but mortal and mortals can only die Asking questions pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers That parade the carpeted corridors of Whitehall Who orders desecration mutilation Verbal masturbation in the guarded beaurocratic wombs? Minister minister care for you children Order them not into damnation to eliminate those who would trespass against you For whose is the Kingdom the power the glory? For ever and ever amen (NC) Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen "Halt! Who goes there?" "Death" "Approach friend" You’re just another coffin on it’s way down the emerald aisle Where the children’s stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist’s smile The bomber’s arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves Alleys sing with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell Forgotten sons forgotten sons From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash But remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier count the cost For a second you’ll be famous but labelled posthumous Forgotten son forgotten son Forgotten son forgotten son They’re still forgotten They’re still still forgotten Peace on earth and mercy mild Mother Brown has lost her child Just another forgotten son

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Cette chanson évoque la tragédie et l’absurdité de la guerre, mettant en lumière le sort des soldats qui se battent pour des causes souvent oubliées. Elle aborde la douleur des familles laissées derrière, les rêves brisés et les sacrifices humains. Les paroles dépeignent les souvenirs traumatisants, les relations perdues et la solitude des soldats qui se retrouvent pris au piège dans un conflit. En toile de fond, on ressent une critique des décideurs qui, derrière leurs bureaux, ordonnent des actions sans prendre en compte les conséquences humaines. C’est un appel à la réflexion sur les réalités de la guerre et le coût humain de ces décisions. Les "fils oubliés" représentent ceux qui disparaissent dans l'indifférence, leurs histoires souvent perdues dans le tumulte des événements tragiques.

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