The War was in Color
I put this song out two years ago. It's a fantastic reminder that our freedom has been paid for with the color RED. Fly the colors this weekend at your home and if you see a veteran tell them thanks for all they've done. It's the land of the free because of the brave.
The War was in Color
The War was in Color
By Carbon Leaf
I see you found a box of my things,
Infantry-Tanks-and smoldering airplane wings
These old pictures are cool tell me some stories
Was it like the old War movies
Was it like the old War movies
Sit down son, let me fill you in
Where to begin, let’s start with the end,
This black and white photo don’t capture the skin
From the flash of a gun, to a soldier’s who’s done
Trust me grandson, The War was in Color
From shipyard to sea, from factory to sky
From rivet to rifle, from boot camp to battle cry
I wore the mask up high on a day light run
That held my face in it’s clammy hands
Crawled over coconut logs and corpses in the coral sand
Where to begin, let’s start with the end
This black and white photo don’t capture the skin
From the shock of the shell, or the memory of smell
If red is for hell, the war was in color
I held the canvas bag over the railing
The dead released with the ship still sailing
Out of our hands and into the swallowing sea
I felt the cross fire stitching up soldiers
Into a blanket of dead as the night grows colder
In a window back home a blue star is traded for gold
Where to begin, let’s start with the end
This black and white photo don’t capture the skin
When metal is churned and bodies are burned
Victory earned, The War was in color
Now I lay in my Grave, at age 21
Long before you born, before I bore a son
What good did it do, well hopefully for you
A world without War, a life full of color
Where to begin, start with the end
This black and white photo never captured my skin
Once it was torn from an enemy thorn
Straight thru the core, The War was in color
Where to begin, let’s start with the end
This black and white photo never captured my skin
From the flash of a gun, to a soldier who’s done
Trust me Grandson, The War was in Color
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