I don't know a lot of people who are familiar with
Carbon Leaf, but they've got a new CD out with a song that I just can't seem to stop thinking about called
The War Was in Color. It's basically a dialogue between a grandfather and his grandson, done in such a moving way. An excerpt:
I see you've found a box of my things
Infantries, tanks and smoldering airplane wings
These old pictures are cool, tell me some stories
Was it like the old war movies?
Sit down son, let me fill you in
Where to begin? Let's start with the end
This black and white photo don't capture the skin
From the flash of a gun to a soldier who's done
Trust me grandson
The war was in color
And it goes on from there. But the most riveting part for me:
I held the canvas bag over the railing
The dead released, with the ship still sailing
Out of our hands and into the swallowing sea
I felt the crossfire stitching up soldiers
Into a blanket of dead, and as the night grows colder
In a window back home, a blue star is traded for gold
