Bobryanmusic.com: The Tracks

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

More images of the Bosnian War. Or war in general.

Battleground

There’s a black pit darkness gaping underneath a hazing sky
There’s a blood-red moon that’s rising up upon on the cresting of a hate wave
In the deep blue distance there’s a whole world slowly winding down
And a gleaming in the serpent’s eye
That still defines the battleground.

There’s a green hill rolling and a blind lust screaming to be satisfied
There’s a river winding and a hunger, gnawing at the inner man
Everywhere, the wild winds howl the hour and the deaf world drowns it out
And a gleaming in the serpent’s eye
Still defines the battleground.

In this ancient battleground,
Where the rage of history’s unwinding.
In this ancient battleground,
Where the wounded hearts somehow keep rising.
Even in these killing fields,
Where the easy answers lose all meaning
In this ancient battleground,
There’s a will that hopes for something changing

There’s a word to call out for the broken hopes and the crying eyes
There’s a song to sing out for the undone and the lost along the wayside,
There’s a hand preparing both the sword and shield for the final firestorm
Where the gleaming in the serpent’s eye
Will no more define the battleground.

Tuning: CGCGCE

© 2003, 2004 by Bob Ryan
Published by Leaping Armadillo, Inc.
Phoenix, AZ / July 8, 2003