The Drill
Bonus:
Someday, you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms
Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I've witnessed your suffering
As the battle raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms
There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell, and
The moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line in your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms
The 'Drill rap' suits the sardonic humour much better than US 'hip-hop' or such.
London, 'the 'scene of the grime', so to speak, with it's subculture of violent crime themed 'Drill' is the perfect stage and much earthier than millionaires in white fur coats, stood next to swimming pools, 'shouting about their things', which let's face it, has always been utterly ridiculous, with a tang of obscenity. The Dor Brothers are true satirists for the AI age. Another interesting observation: I have noticed that all age groups laugh knowingly. I haven't seen that since the days of 'Spitting Image'.
Dire Straits.