Bonfire

Bonfire

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Song Description

The USS Liscome Bay was torpedoed and blown up by a Japanese sub in the dark early hours of 23rd November 1943, killing 600 of its crew. A survivor, who had entered the war with strength and courage after Pearl Harbour, survived, but could never erase the images of devastation, loss of life, and guilt that he survived. When he returned from the war, he told his wife he could never go back to that place, and had nightmares and replays for years afterwards. Sometimes pills helped him sleep, but he, like some of his colleagues and some of his former enemy, never truly recovered.

Story Behind the Song

The story is about an American soldier who re-lives some of his traumatic Second World War experience over the years, in common with his some of his comrades and some of his Japanese combatants. His wife tries to help him through his mental suffering, and the guilt he feels, that he came back when so many did not.

Lyrics

He came back from the Liscome Bay Night
and its blinding death throes of light
he came back with those boys, blown up in his head,
worked the days, worked the fields, tossed in our bed
"I can never go back" is what he said
but they wouldn't leave his sight.

Fevered dreams, as he's counted the years,
some pills containing some fears,
he wonders and asks "Just what means most?",
walks In the mist like a lonely ghost,
while the river still runs to the staging post,
and we drowned in the wake of his tears.

Chorus
There isn't a cure, but I'll be here for sure,
and follow wherever he goes,
we still fight history, try to end misery,
and sometimes we soften the blows.

That timeline, it tied him up good,
wouldn't let him be where he should,
in the rising sun, those films would run,
couldn't let him hunt or have a gun,
death haunted him, but wouldn't come,
never calling his name, like it could.

In those bad lands, his steps seem to stay,
however far he had travelled away,
their cries ride the nights, by each neon light,
he always gives in to this hopeless fight,
I cannot pull him from their desperate plight
but hold out my arms each day.

Chorus
There isn't a cure, but I'll be here for sure,
and follow wherever he goes,
we still fight history, try to end misery,
and sometimes we soften the blows.

Song Length
2:52
Genres
Folk - Contemporary, Folk - Alternative
Tempo / Feel
Medium Slow (91 - 110)
Lead Vocal
Duet Female
Moods
Troubled, Tense

Subject Matter
War, Armed Forces


Language
English
Era
1940 - 1949

Lyric Credits Sandra Robinson
Music Credits Sandra Robinson
Producer Credits Ken Torr
Publisher Credits Boo Designs Ltd
Performance Credits Bonfire
Label Credits Boo Designs Ltd.