
Date of issue: 25.02.1997
Song language: English
Memento Mori |
The fan whirling like the blades of a copter |
Lifting into the skies above a foreign land |
Fire and iron soaked with the bodies of so many friends |
Johnny waved. |
He was on his way home |
He waved good-bye to his comrades in arms |
And all the twisted things he had seen |
He waved good-bye |
And the blades hit something |
Maybe just fate but the blades hit |
The copter went up in flames |
And Johnny never went marching home |
They took his name and they carved it on a slab of marble |
With several thousand other names |
All the fallen idols |
The apples of their mother’s eye |
Just another name |
Meanwhile back on the burning shore |
Johnny’s comrades stood speechless |
They looked with misbelieving eyes |
Cause there were bits of metal and the embers |
The embers of his eyes fanned out in the air |
Black dust flames. |
Oh Johnny |
Someday they’ll make a movie about you |
And in the making of that movie, some mad apocalypse |
It will become even stranger than the simple act |
Just a boy going up. |
Up. |
Up. |
In flames the smoke |
Just another life |
Just another breath |
And who’ll remember |
Oh eternity now |
As eternal as a sheet of marble |
Eternal as a slab |
On a green hill |
And your name |
And all your fallen brothers |
And all the ones not cut |
All the ones remembered |
Only in the hearts |
A mother a father a brother |
A sister a lover son daughter |
Young man shall not fade shall not fade |
Your ancestors salute you greet you |
And the gods of your ancestors salute you |
Having been formed by the mind of your ancestors |
The gods of your ancestors salute you |
Having been formed by your ancestors |
The gods of your ancestors salute you |
They draw you in |
They draw you through |
They draw they draw you |
Through that golden door |
Come on boy |
We remember you |
We conceived you |
We conceived of your breath |
We conceived of the whole human race |
And we conceived it to be a beautiful thing |
Like a tulip bending in the wind |
Sometimes it comes back to us |
In the form of the hand filled with dust |
Comes back in the form of a smitten child |
Our raped daughters |
The broken bones |
Souls cleaved of hearts |
They come back to us |
Our hands are filled |
With their rotting tissues |
But we turn not our backs |
We press our lips |
Into their cancer |
Into the dust |
Into the remains of each one |
And that love is there |
And will greet you |
Come on in boy |
It’s eternal love |
Well here go ahead |
Run through that plane |
Oh man running through your mind |
You took a cat |
You took a life |
You took it by the tail |
And you swirled it around your head |
And you thrashed it |
You smashed the life out of it |
Then you knew that would be your own |
But you wanted to feel the dying |
Because you knew |
You would feel your own |
But you’re remembered |
You’re remembered |
You’re remembered good |
We remember |
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