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Life has been unfaithful
And it all promised so so much
I am a relic
I am just a petrified cry
Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir
The applause nails down my silence
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
I see liberals
I am just a fashion accessory
People send postcards
And they all hope I'm feeling well
I retreat into self-pity, it's so easy
Where they patronise my misery
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
I sold my medal
It paid a bill
It sells at market stalls
Parades Milan catwalks
Oh, the sadness will never go
Will never go away
Baby it's here to stay
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
And it all promised so so much
I am a relic
I am just a petrified cry
Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir
The applause nails down my silence
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
I see liberals
I am just a fashion accessory
People send postcards
And they all hope I'm feeling well
I retreat into self-pity, it's so easy
Where they patronise my misery
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
I sold my medal
It paid a bill
It sells at market stalls
Parades Milan catwalks
Oh, the sadness will never go
Will never go away
Baby it's here to stay
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
Lyrics submitted by ShiverForMe
Track duration: 04:13
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(Richey James; Melody Maker, 19 June 1993)
Especially the second verse sounds to me like it could be about Richey, but I guess I was wrong. The other interpretations here make much more sense.
Anyway, Nicky makes a good point in this song how the sadness will never leave some veterans who have had to battle through world wars. To see people wheeling them out once a year to the cenotaph where they are forced to remember might be good for some but for others it really does reinforce the idea that they've never forgotten and they don't take kindly to being faced with this so brazenly. However, given the money that gets generated from poppies and that the event of Remembrance Day does make some people feel like people care doesn't really make me believe that this as a day should be scrapped or anything. It does some good despite being imperfect as an idea.
As an attack on those who don't really care and try to silence the veteran's voice with false platitudes it is very good at conveying that. The final verse really hammers that home. Properly caring means to take time out and listen to the people you say you care for and think about what they say too.
There is no harm in paraphasing other people in the song, it doenst mean it is about VVG though.
Here is the cenotaph:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/…
A memorial to those that lost theier lives, what the manics are saying, is that the veteran is also a monument to that undying sadness that the war caused.
The second verse is ensconced in the veterans bitterness at how he is treated. People are only pretending to care because they cannot be see to do otherwsie.
As for the selling of the medal, its a reflection on how we asked the greatest sacrifice and abandoned the soldiers to poverty.
Its all about the wars.
M
The Cenotaph is the war memorial in central London. Every year, on Rememberance Sunday, veterans and serving soldiers march past it and wreaths of poppies are laid at its foot.
How ironic that the song refers to war memorabilia sold to further the ends of fashion when, on the very next album, the band posed in Soviet uniforms.
Yeah, I can hear this song in my head every year. It's a sight more honest than "in Flander's fields the poppies blow" or whatever it is.