the soldiering life

• indie grup the decemberists in leziz bir sarkisi
• sozlerini yazalim eksik kalmasin,
  
  ambling madly all over the town
  the call to arms, you're likened to a whisper
  ı liken to a radio
  you were a brick bag a bowery tuff, so rough
  they called you from a cartoon
  pulled out of your pantaloons
  
  but you
  my brother in arms
  ı'd rather ı'd lose my limbs
  than let you come to harm
  
  but you
  my bombazine doll
  the bullets may singe your skin
  and the mortars may fall
  
  but ı
  ı never felt so much life
  than tonight
  huddled in the trenches
  gazing on the battle field
  our rifles blaze away
  we blaze away
  
  corporal bradley of regiment five
  and proud array standing by the bathing
  soldiers and the stevedores
  we laid on the mattress and tumbled to sleep
  our eyes align, swaddled in our civies
  cradled in our dungarees
  
  but you
  my brother in arms
  ı'd rather ı'd lose my limbs
  than let you come to harm
  
  but you
  my bombazine doll
  the bullets may singe your skin
  and the mortars may fall
  
  but ı
  ı never felt so much life
  than tonight
  huddled in the trenches
  gazing on the battle field
  our rifles blaze away
  we blaze away
  we blaze away
  we blaze away