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These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Someday you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn to be
Brothers in arms
Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I've witnessed your suffering
As the battle raged high
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms
There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell and
The moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line in your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms
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Brothers in Arms - Dire Straits
-1985
To explain all that a song can mean to me is rather strange. To explain how the music and lyrics can reach in and seize hold of emotions that we should not have as we were never physically present for an event is... a mystery to me. Yet I have all the feelings associated, and can close my eyes and describe in detail events that I mentally have experienced, they exist in my memory in particular, with the same frustration as a missing language that should be present.
In other news I have the love of girls the world over, and I just am absolutely flooded with joy over that fact, so don't fret on my moments of laconic sanguinity.
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Someday you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn to be
Brothers in arms
Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I've witnessed your suffering
As the battle raged high
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms
There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell and
The moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line in your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms
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Brothers in Arms - Dire Straits
-1985
To explain all that a song can mean to me is rather strange. To explain how the music and lyrics can reach in and seize hold of emotions that we should not have as we were never physically present for an event is... a mystery to me. Yet I have all the feelings associated, and can close my eyes and describe in detail events that I mentally have experienced, they exist in my memory in particular, with the same frustration as a missing language that should be present.
In other news I have the love of girls the world over, and I just am absolutely flooded with joy over that fact, so don't fret on my moments of laconic sanguinity.