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Wednesday, September 24, 2003 This one is definitely gonna need some background. It's inspired by the song "Dark Moon, High Tide" by the Afro Celt Sound System (the song used when we first see Cameron Diaz in the movie Gangs of New York), which is a powerful, inspirational, uplifting sort of song. I was listening to it and thinking of it and "Gangs of NY" and it suddenly seemed to me to be a sort of call to arms, something that would be used to inspire action among the downtrodden, poor, and outcast. The same people who are featured in "Gangs," poor Irish immigrants and the like.So, while listening to the song, I've written a poem that might describe the kind of context that this song would be used in: A gathering of poor Celtic immigrants (either in the U.S. or Europe) who decide to wage a street war against the wealthy classes who keep them down. And the song I described above is just the sort of thing that would get the people inspired and ready to finally take what they feel they deserve. But enough talking, here's the poem! (before the poem, however, just a little warning that I tried to write this in Irish/Scottish slang. It may not be all accurate or easy to read, but bear with me) -------------------------------------- The War of the Common Man Do ye hear the drums a poundin'? Do ye hear the pipes give roar? Gather around and get your weapons, me lads 'Tis time to go to war We who hae been spit on We who hae no home We, the poor and dirty and wild We who use this land to roam Let's go take what's ours to take Let's go make what's ours to make Can ye hear the bagpipes callin' out? Let's go tear the bastards down Gather up, gather quick Grab your knives and bones Let's march to war and make 'em pay For kickin' us out of our homes The pipes they are a'wailing We march on through the mud Let's show those bastards what we're made of Let's spill their wealthy blood For today, we won't take it any longer For today, the tides will turn Let's march to the sound of the pipes and drums And let these houses burn posted by:Russ at 11:52 PM | Post Page | 0 comments 0 Comments: |
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