Matt McClean's "The Line" (fairly new song available on all streaming sites).
Great build up to growling vocals on this one.
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The Line
Words and Music by Matt McClean
VERSE I
A soldier stood, and yelled aloud
Threw his gun hard on the ground
Said I don't know what I'm here for I'm leaving now
My best friend died right next to me
No end in sight there’s gotta be, a better way to change this broken world
With a heart hung low and tears in his eyes
He knew the war would take his life, so he stood atop his trench and cried
CHORUS I
Hoist the colors to the sky, raise the banner hold it high
Shout it out, the war is over
Let’s all give up and face our fears, enough blood is shed for all our tears
Yea shout it out, the war is over
Shout it out, the war is over
VERSE II
The other side not far away, wondered why their rivals sang
A white flag raised. The end of pain.
Was it real or just a game?
Till one of them threw down his gun
Rose a white shirt towards the sun
Stood atop his trench and gave up, and he sang
CHORUS II
Hoist the colors to the sky, raise the banner hold it high
Shout it out, the war is over
Let’s all give up and face our fears, enough blood is shed for all our tears
Oh shout it out, the war is over
Yea shout it out, the war is over
VERSE III
Bullets soon began to fly
Both soldiers saw before their eyes
That no one really cared if they were dead
And through the hell both sides let loose
Both soldiers knew both sides would lose
They stood and sang until they met their end
The bullets soon began to fly
Both soldiers saw before their eyes
That no one really cared if they were dead
And through the hell both sides let loose
Both soldiers knew both sides would lose
They stood and sang until they met their end, and they sang
CHORUS III
Hoist the colors to the sky, raise the banner hold it high
Shout it out, the war is over
Let’s all give up and face our fears, enough blood is shed for all our tears
Oh shout it out, the war is over
Hoist the colors to the sky, raise the banner hold it high
Shout it out, the war is over
Let’s all give up and face our fears, enough blood is shed for all our tears
Oh shout it out, the war is over [the war is over]
Shout it out, the war is over [the war is over]
Oh shout it out, the war is over!
As I beside some winter's fire
Sat writing words strange and steady
Amongst my own internal choir
Came voices to my mind unready
Of those who died on either side
While their friends cry o're their bones unburied
Go sighing through the north east winds
These cold days of February
Some clerk with papers and his pen
Some banker with his poison pity
Some captain careless of his men
And these fan the flames that maim the cities
And bigots in the name of Christ
By thorny paths obscure and muddy
Can fear to roam through years of cold
Bewailing how their hands are bloody
Now, whether they were from here or there
Their race and place I would not be heeding
The men who caused such bitterness
And if hearts they have let their hearts be bleeding
Who neither for age nor the young child
Would turn the shot of the arms they carried
Go bear the guilt a weary ways
For the cold days of February
Bragg came down the river
with Longstreet by his side
It was an awful battle
and many a soldier died
The rebs came through the wheatfield
Rosecrans ran away
But George Thomas stood his ground
and saved the Union on that day
He was the rock (He was the rock)
of Chickamauga (Chicka-Chickamauga)
The solid rock (the solid rock)
of Chickamauga (Chicka-Chickamauga)
He faced the foe
He stood his ground
No one could push that Yank around
He was the rock (the solid rock)
of Chickamauga
(Chick-Chick-Chick-Chick-Chick-Chickamauga)
(Chick-Chick-Chick-Chick-Chick-Chickamauga)
The cannonballs were dancing
The rifles played a tune
Rosecrans was a-runnin’
like the cow had jumped the moon
The rebels were a-yellin’
Their voices loud and shrill
But they couldn’t drive George Thomas
from the top of Snodgrass Hill
He was the rock (He was the rock)
of Chickamauga (Chicka-Chickamauga)
The solid rock (the solid rock)
of Chickamauga (Chicka-Chickamauga)
He faced the foe
He stood his ground
No one could push that Yank around
He was the rock (The solid rock)
of Chickamauga
(Chick-Chick-Chick-Chick-Chick-Chickamauga)
(Chick-Chick-Chick-Chick-Chick-Chickamauga)
(Chick-Chick-Chick-Chick-Chick-Chickamauga)
(Chick-Chick-Chick-Chick-Chick...)
The best contemporary anti-war song, to my ear, is Hell Broke Luce by Tom Waits. Flea (Red Hot Chili Peppers) and Keith Richards (Rolling Stones)
guest on bass and guitar, respectively. This cut is based on the true story of an Iraq war veteran named Jeff Lucey, who returned home and was so
psychologically damaged by what he experienced that he hanged himself. It's tragic. Having been to Iraq, I think it captures what a war is and how it
affects the participants. The words and imagery are compelling and fairly unsettling.