[Uilleann bagpipes, and military brass, Celtic Irish Flute!] [Verse 1 female] Dad, stop the shooting now Your hands are stained with red The yard still reeks of metal And death hangs in the window’s edge The neighbor holds his breath tight The children count the steps And in your eyes I only see Not triumph, just old cracks and clefts [Pre-Chorus] The enemy shoots back If you keep up the fight But if you hold your hand The flames may dim tonight It’s not always the others’ fault It’s not always right We live here wrapped in fear And no one sleeps through night [Chorus –crossover - Guitar Solo, very little Uilleann bagpipes! with sustained notes and doom feeling, Dark, sacred, monumental] Papa, stop the shooting Papa, stop the shooting When you stop, the night stands still And the war turns small and thin Papa, stop the shooting Papa, stop the shooting Not always are the others to blame Don’t let fear come creeping in [Uilleann bagpipes, and military brass, solo with sustained notes and doom feeling, sacred, monumental] [Verse 2 female] The soup's been cold for hours now The jackets smell of smoke and ash A bent-up helmet lies in the yard And letters never leave the stash Mama counts the names so softly Like pearls held in her hand Each shot turns morning into dust On this blackened, broken land [Pre-Chorus] The enemy shoots back If you keep up the attack But if you hesitate Something of us might remain Not always are the others to blame Not always is it right We live here in fear Till someone makes it right [Chorus –crossover - Guitar Solo, very little Uilleann bagpipes! with sustained notes and doom feeling, Dark, sacred, monumental] Papa, stop the shooting Papa, stop the shooting If you stop, the night turns still And the war will fade away Papa, stop the shooting Papa, stop the shooting Not always are the others to blame Don’t let fear keep taking aim [Bridge female] [Spoken, extremely emotional, deep resonant, old male voice, divine, warm voice, dry] Ich will kein Grab im Garten Kein Held aus kaltem Stein Ich will dich an der Tür sehen Und wieder frei daheim Leg die Wut aus deiner Hand Lass den Morgen wieder rein Vielleicht ist Frieden schwer Doch er fängt mit dir an [Chorus –crossover - Guitar Solo, very little Banjo! with sustained notes and doom feeling, Dark, sacred, monumental] Papa, hör auf zu schießen Papa, hör auf zu schießen Wenn du aufhörst, wird es still Und der Krieg wird klein und mild Papa, hör auf zu schießen Papa, hör auf zu schießen Nicht immer sind nur die andern schuld Lass die Angst nicht länger vor dem Frieden als Schild [Outro –crossover - Guitar Solo very little sax! with sustained notes and doom feeling, Dark,sacred,monumental, majestic riffs.] Maybe courage isn’t louder Maybe courage is one step back An open gate at dawn’s first light A gentler, slower track Hands down, father Let the fear drift by For he who doesn’t carry war on Can make us free inside Papa, stop the shooting (Turn around, turn around) Papa, stop the shooting (Turn around, turn around) If you stop, the fire’s fading If you stop, the light comes through Not always are the others guilty We live in fear— don’t let that slip from view [Guitar solo, very little Uilleann bagpipes! very little military brass! doom feeling, sacred, monumental] [stay muted for 3 seconds, then end, fade out]
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