Monday, January 29, 2007
SHOESTRING - Thirty Something - 01 - Whose line is it anyway?
This song was triggered off by the death of a soldier in Kashmir. He was also a friend. I don’t expect this song to stop the fight in Kashmir, but I’d be glad if I’ve got a few people thinking. The track is also available as a free download at www.shoestringtheband.com as it has been since January 26, 2006. I present the first track of ‘Thirty Something’.
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Credits – Whose line is it anyway?
Written, composed, arranged and performed by Manoj Jacob
Recorded, mixed and mastered at Raveolutions Studios, Bangalore
Vocals and acoustic guitar: Manoj Jacob
Lead guitar: Robert D’Souza
Bass: Jerome Coelho
SHOESTRING - Whose line is it anyway?
Met a soldier at the bank one day
He was on leave, not here to stay
On a break to see his mamma dear
His time was up, the end was near
I’m leaving tomorrow by the midnight train
Will see you once more when I’m down again
There’s a battle to be fought, a war to be won
And my motherland’s calling her favourite son
Just a week later, one Saturday morn
The headlines said, the soldier was gone
Kashmir had claimed another life
Too young to go, hardly thirty five
Whose line is it anyway
Does anybody really care
My friend is dead and gone away
But this battle’s going nowhere
How many more lives will it take
Before we give this fight a break
Can the line of control matter when
You have a line of graves of your finest men
What a sacrifice, Oh what a price to pay
The streams are turning redder everyday
The man on the front ain’t a VIP
But is his life valued less than you and me
Can we now put the guns aside
Can we now try and turn the tide
Can we now stop the metal rain
Can we have peace in this land again