Hopes - In Remembrance 11/11/11

[Oldrottenhead]

hopes by osckilo was posted here, https://songcrafters.org/community/micro-br-b65/hopes/0/ i didn't have the bottle to do a lyric for it, however i did have the bottle to try and sing wilfred owen's poem Dulce Et Decorum Est, probably too much bottle, hope i have not comitted sacrilage.
peace tharek

[Geir]

Just stunning !! Fantastic .. even to this great work of osckilo you managed to add another dimension. Bravo!

And the fx on the vox (for nylon?) fits perfect in the soundscape that was there!

G R E A T !!!!

[Satchwood]

Very cool combo between orh & osckilo!  ORH you must be an awesome story teller....probably can grab a guitar, a mike, a few brews and tell stories all night at the pub.  Let me know the next time you do that (hint hint)!

[Bro]

Very atmospheric! Great, love it!

Nice guitar work!

[Flash Harry]

I've just finished reading All Quiet on the Western Front. It's a view of the first world war, completely unpartisan, but set in the German ranks. This is English and it has the same message.
I've never heard this poem set to music, although I know it. Maybe it is just because I have been thinking a great deal of the experiences that those young men had but this has touched a raw nerve. What a powerful track. What weight and meaning you have given to old words. How relevent it is in our time.
Peace is the answer

[Oldrottenhead]

here is the poem

Dulce Et Decorum Est by wilfred Owen

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est                             
Pro patria mori.

[OsCKilO]

Jim


This is Just How I pictured this track to be spoken.

The words themselves held so much power and need no melody.

I had not the experience to express myself through words on the track.

You must have led a very full life. ......
And also had the humbleness of spirit to live vicariously through such a verse as this.

Thank you for allowing this track to reach its full potential.


Our Troops don't fight for any Ideal apart from to protect.....

It is not for them to reason why.......but instead, just to do.... To Guard.......To watch........

The pride we should have for individuals like this should be immense........And an equal amount of reverence should be placed.

They suffer horrors that they could not have ever anticipated when they signed up.....

And they continue to fight for ideals that they do not necessarily believe in. ....

Simply to protect!

These brave men should be remembered.

These brave men show us true resolve......

Peace

T and Kai (Oskilo)

[OsCKilO]

Let me know the next time you do that (hint hint)!

Let us in on that colab' Satch....!!!!

Could work.......

[Oldrottenhead]

And the fx on the vox (for nylon?)

i just love fornylon, its the crossdresser in me. no seriously when i want to record a vocal quickly before i lose my inspiration/muse/thread i turn on the mbr click input mic sns up to 8 effect fornylon then record, its the immediacy of the mbr, if i didnt have my wee shiny box  would lose all the songs in my head.

You must have led a very full life. ......

ive had a very good life, never had to go to war tho, but as a result of a good "free" scottish education i am pretty well read, ach a forgot whit a wiz gonny say, where's ma mbr when a need it.

[Ted]

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est                             
Pro patria mori.

Very timely sentiments for me.

Yesterday I was over at the home of a friend with my 13-year-old stepson, "Max."  It came up that Max thinks he is interested in joining the military when he is old enough.  He was talking about Special Ops, Navy Seals, and other elite military units, along with the carnage they inflict and witness.

My friend "Dwight" said dryly, "That stuff wouldn't be so interesting to you if you'd ever seen it."

"Were you in the military?" asked Max.

"Yes."

"What branch?"

"Navy."

"What war?"

"Vietnam."

"Did you see stuff like that?," he asked hopefully.

"Yes."

"Like what?"

After a pause, Dwight said, "I don't think I want to talk about it."

Later, I told Max that he's young and can be forgiven for having asked, but you learn in life not to ask for first-hand accounts of war horrors.  And if they are offered, you listen not with envy, but with compassion.