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BLACK MIDI - Welcome to Hell
[Verse 1]
Listen!
The sweet peals of moonlight-induced lovemaking on the streets tonight
Listen!
The soft purr of motorbikes
Are ready to strike up the night alight
So don't tell me of your troubles, your emotional grief
Take in the sights, this is shore leave
Don't talk of true love, unscrew your frown
Enjoy the entertainments of nighttime town
Experience the red rooms, the green tables, the souvenirs
Make memories; haunting or fabled
The gallant mist of red blooded chivalry instilled in basic training
[Bridge 1]
By standing in line today
You secure a place among the saints
Go get them, son, now your life begins
To die for your country does not win a war
To kill for your country is what wins a war
[Verse 2]
Don't tell your name, don't ask for hers
In this land of oysters, you are the world
The painless plainness of military life
Resumes tomorrow night
[Verse 3]
If not for you it would've been cholera, malaria, or some eastern disease
Forget about it, son, a slap is all you need
[Bridge 2]
We did it all, we seen it all, and worse much worse, son
The massacres of ages, too many to recall
[Verse 4]
Limbs rendered birds, by the speed they flew off
A soup nothingness that once was your best friend
Motherless children and temptress widows
The wild, the useless, the dead, the untameable
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[Verse 5]
Shivering fuck, don't stain this street
Lucky I don't shoot you on the spot
Our bullets were made for men like you
The impotent idiots God forgot
Tonight you decide which corner takes residence
Which room looms forever in your mind
But now you're on your own, we don't need men like you
[Outro]
Tonight you decide which corner takes residence
Which room looms forever in your mind
But now you're on your own, we don't need men like you
Private Tristan Bongo, hereby discharged!
"Welcome to Hell" is the lead single from the album "Hellfire". The song tells the story of Private Tristan Bongo, a man who is at war and who is suffering from PTSD. The story is told through the perspective of Bongo’s commander who berates him for his mental struggles, calls him a coward, and eventually discharges him. "It’s a night. Erratic men go up and down through the strip of ground in different states of inebriation; neon light illuminate cafés, while puffs of indistinct smoke waft through their open doors. The deafening howls of the motorbikes' engines are followed by a mix of languages, although all of them are confused, rough, hoarse and elusive. The starring soldier can’t handle the world he’s in." – black midi, via Rockol [Adapted from Italian]
