Song Description
This song has a slow-motion feel of time being suspended, & describes the slow sore trudge across the Afghanistan desert as troops from Kabul retreat. Dedicated to the late Ahmed Shah Massoud, who was our best hope for a more secularized democracy in Afgh
| Song Length |
5:09 |
Genre |
Electronic - Downbeat, Jazz - Lounge |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Poignant, Tranquil |
Subject |
War, Desert |
| Similar Artists |
Moby, Zero 7 |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Among mountains so mighty
That a single report
From a Lee Enfield rifle
Would echo 'round 10 minutes or more.
Five times towards the qibla,
Three breathers for sleep.
& you nap in small snatches;
20 minutes, then back on your feet.
You held the line when nobody else would.
You kept the lamp lit when we thought the lights were gone for good.
You kept the faith when nobody else could.
So now I'm wondering where have all the young lions gone,
Massoud?
& if Kabul has fallen,
Then just grab what you can
& you head towards the Panjshir:
Fix your mind on that point of horizon.
Flexion & extension,
& that's all you can do,
& you consider yourselves already dead;
You're better off the less rocks in your shoe.
You held the line when nobody else would.
You kept the lamps lit when we thought the lights were gone for good.
You kept the faith when nobody else could.
So now I'm wondering where have all the young lions gone,
Massoud?