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One thing I've always liked was interpreting lyrics in a way nobody would expect them. The interpretations are totally absurd, but make sense. It started out as an act of rebellion, if you want to put it that way, against my German class, in which we were supposed to interpret poems and texts, but there was only one "correct" way. But to me, it was fun finding other ways.
So, everybody thinks "The Trooper" is about the Crimean War? The Charge Of The Light Brigade? No way. It's about an unfortunate gambler. Observe:
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
Many people risk everything at the table; their entire lives can change with one game of Black Jack
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand, there's no turning back
Everybody knows the words of the roulette table: Rien ne va plus
The bugle sounds and the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The game begins, and in the end, nobody won
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
As I plunge on into certain death.
Now the gambler thinks about betting on horses, and chooses one which has absolute no chance of winning a race.
The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The horse race takes place, and the gambler loses. He can't pay his debt and runs away
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
The last possibility: Russian Roulette. The loser dies, the winner gets everything. Nothing is shared.
And as we race towards the human wall
A circle of 'players' who play Russian Roulette
The screams of pain as my comrades fall
Many game turns, and many die
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day.
The game continues and the gambler watches. It is an intense experience. He is afraid of dying, but his honour forbids him to flee.
We get so close near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my horse below.
It is now his turn. His partner pulls the trigger and dies. The gambler is very touched by this experience. He is insecure. He has lost his "horse", his security. Nothing can carry him now. He becomes a psychological wreck.
And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan
In the end, the gambler becomes an alcoholic who lies in the streets until his death, forgotten and alone.
So, what do you think? I'll post some more if there is demand, and I'd love to read others.
Keep in mind that this is just for fun.
So, everybody thinks "The Trooper" is about the Crimean War? The Charge Of The Light Brigade? No way. It's about an unfortunate gambler. Observe:
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
Many people risk everything at the table; their entire lives can change with one game of Black Jack
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand, there's no turning back
Everybody knows the words of the roulette table: Rien ne va plus
The bugle sounds and the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The game begins, and in the end, nobody won
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
As I plunge on into certain death.
Now the gambler thinks about betting on horses, and chooses one which has absolute no chance of winning a race.
The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The horse race takes place, and the gambler loses. He can't pay his debt and runs away
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
The last possibility: Russian Roulette. The loser dies, the winner gets everything. Nothing is shared.
And as we race towards the human wall
A circle of 'players' who play Russian Roulette
The screams of pain as my comrades fall
Many game turns, and many die
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day.
The game continues and the gambler watches. It is an intense experience. He is afraid of dying, but his honour forbids him to flee.
We get so close near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my horse below.
It is now his turn. His partner pulls the trigger and dies. The gambler is very touched by this experience. He is insecure. He has lost his "horse", his security. Nothing can carry him now. He becomes a psychological wreck.
And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan
In the end, the gambler becomes an alcoholic who lies in the streets until his death, forgotten and alone.
So, what do you think? I'll post some more if there is demand, and I'd love to read others.
Keep in mind that this is just for fun.