Recorded way back in the early 80's when I was a member of K.T. Rouge. Remember writing this one after I had a peek into my Grandfather's satchel, old medals, letters from the trenches, old snapshots. It doesn't really matter which side you're on, it costs a lot to fight a war.
FIELDS OF FLANDERS/ ROBERT JAMES
I woke up in the trenches with the smell of mustard gas
Stench of fallen comrades all around
Such a handsome price you pay for the real estate of war
Ten thousand die for one square foot of ground
And here I am ....
Dragging myself through the bodies
Here I am ....
Bleeding, hungry and cold
I don't mind fighting for home
And I don't mind dying alone
But do I have to die on the fields of Flanders
Guns had started speaking and I heard somebody scream
If the armor plate don't stop them we'll catch hell
Some men started running and I guess I fell behind
'Cause the last thing I remember was the shell ....
(c) 1984 Robert James
(p) 1984 Angry Lion Publishing (SOCAN)
from Fields Of Flanders,
released November 5, 2011
Robert James: Lead & Backing Vocals, Electric Guitars
Dave Worthington: Electric Guitars & Backing Vocals
Sparky Walker: Drums, Percussion & Backing Vocals
Charles Kane: Bass & Backing Vocals