But you, my brother in arms
I'd rather I'd lose my limbs than let you come to harm
But you, my bombazine doll
The bullets may singe your skin and the mortars may fall
But I, I never felt so much life
Than tonight, huddled in the trenches
Gazing on the battlefield, our rifles blaze away
We blaze away
Friend of mine had Philomena as the song when he and his new wife entered the wedding breakfast after the ceremony. I'm not sure how many people twigged, but I sure as hell did. Absolute legend
Family Guy once described Decemberists fans as "guys who weigh less than their girlfriends" and that's still the most accurate descriptor I've ever heard
it's a great amalgamation between their early morbid ballads, their later catchy stuff, and sure, Joan in the Garden which is supposed to rep their prog stuff is a bit uh, derivative, but it's all gold shit
