Brother, Hold On

3 weeks ago by @daveyboy103

Liner Notes

War is always a tricky subject

I am old enough to remember when the right were the war mongering pigs and the left were marching in the street against the carnage. How times have changed.

Are there just wars? This song is loosely based on the American Civil War, particularly brutal conflict as all Civil Wars tend to be, pitching brothers against brothers. I would say the American Civil War was a just war given what was being fought for.

But what about Iraq, Libya, Afghanistan and more controversially Ukraine? So much money is now made from the business of war. And it is a business, that the people who start and perpetuate these wars have a vested financial interest in those wars with not much of a personal stake.

Stalin lost a son in WW2, Roosevelt a son in WW1. Washington’s adopted sons fought in the War of Independence, Robert E Lee, Napoleon and Churchill had sons who fought in their Wars.

John McCain’s son Jimmy served in Iraq but he is the exception in modern times. Joe Biden thinks his son died in war but did not, doesn’t stop him constantly claiming her did, but he did at least server, even if not in combat. Trump or his sons never served, same for Starmer, et al. To be fair to Trump he certainly seems to have anti-war policies but I guess we will see what he does in office.

Did you know famous recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize, Barak Obama actually dropped more bombs than George W Bush and at one point actually ran out of bombs.

The new secddef in the US server in combat and that is a good thing in my mind than a desk bound general. Saying that Eisenhower never saw combat but was a Great War leader.

Complicated isn’t it?

Modern wars are always wrapped in a thin veneer of morality for the consumption of the masses but the war mongering leader themselves almost always have their noses on the snouts. They don’t fight themselves, their families don’t fight, they have no skin in the game other than the money.

#war #slow_ballad #rock

Lyrics

Title: “Brother, Hold On”
(A Slow Rock Ballad of a Civil War Soldier)

[Verse 1]
The morning sun cuts through the haze,
Marching boots on roads of clay,
Letters from home pressed to my chest,
A love I swore that I would not forget.

The drummer boy beats out our fate,
Cannons roar, but it is far too late,
Through fields of blue and gray we run,
Praying God will see us home.

Tell my love I fought so true,
But war don’t care for me or you,
One last breath and one last stand,
Dying in this no man’s land.

[Chorus]
Brother, hold on, don’t close your eyes,
The battle rages, but we will survive,
Through the smoke and fire we run, and hear the plaintive cries,
Brother, hold on, you’re not alone tonight.

The drummer boy beats out our fate,
Cannons roar, but it is far too late,
Through fields of blue and gray we run,
Praying God will see us home.

Tell my love I fought so true,
But war don’t care for me or you,
One last breath and one last stand,
Dying in this no man’s land.

[Chorus]
Brother, hold on, don’t close your eyes,
The battle rages, but we will survive,
Through the smoke and fire we run, and hear the plaintive cries,
Brother, hold on, you’re not alone tonight. (2)

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