I've seen and done things I want to forget I've seen soldiers fall like
lumps of meat, Blown and shot out beyond belief. Arms and legs were in the trees. I've seen and done things I want to forget Coming from an unearthly place, Longing to see a woman's face Instead of the words that gather pace
The words that maketh murder. These, these, these are the words
The words that maketh murder. These, these, these are the words
The words that maketh murder. These, these, these are the words
Murder These, these, these are the words The words that maketh murder.
These, these, these are the words The words that maketh murder.
I've seen and done things I want to forget I've seen a corporal whose
nerves were shot Climbing behind the fierce, gone sun,
I've seen flies swarming everyone, Soldiers fell like lumps of meat.
These are the words, the words are these.
Death lingering, stunk, Flies swarming everyone, Over the whole summit peak, Flesh quivering in the heat. This was something else again.
I fear it cannot explain. The words that make, the words that make Murder.
What if I take my problem to the United Nations?
What if I take my what if I take my problem to the United Nations?
The lyrics are a harrowing portrait of the obscenity of war and are awash with brutal scenes. "I've seen and done things I want to forget," Harvey sings, "I've seen soldiers fall like lumps of me-ee-eat." At the end of the song she and collaborator John Parish question, "What if I take my problem to the United Nations?". "My whole proviso for my viewpoint for this record came about from wondering if there was such a post as Official War Song Correspondent," Harvey told the NME. "Because I know there are war poets and war artists, and I thought well, where are the war songwriters." (songfacts)
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