NEW REMEMBRANCE DAY VIDEO COMING SOON!
The new video is for the charity single, "Remembrance Day". The song was first started way back in 1977, when Stu was just a young lad. It was finally finished about 10 years ago. Penciled in for inclusion on the "PEACEMAKER" album, and then the "JUDAS" album. It was deemed too powerful and made it on to neither. However, the story hasn't ended. After spending the summer in the Weedspell Studios in the North East, recording tracks for the next GuvNor album, the guys have decided to release the track as a stand alone single. All proceeds from downloads will donated to charities that support our men and women in the armed forces. Its probably the song that the band are most proud of. It was inspired by the war poets of the First World War, and is a song of support and reverence for those who have served and are serving. The final verse has been re written to bring the support we wish to show to those who are serving today. Below is probably the most famous of all the war poems, and was one of the original inspirations for the song way back when.
Louis
Weedspell Dogsbody
Dulce Et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! - An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, -
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen - 1917
"Dulce et Decorum Est" is a poem written by Wilfred Owen in 1917, during WWI, and published posthumously in 1920. Owen's poem is known for its horrifying imagery and its condemnation of war. It was drafted at Craiglockhart in the first half of October 1917 and later revised, probably at Scarborough, but possibly Ripon, between January and March 1918. The earliest surviving manuscript is dated 8th Oct 1917 and addressed to his mother Susan Owen with the message "Here is a gas poem done yesterday, (which is not private, but not final)".
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
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