White Feathers Singer/Songwriter

Released November 29, 2018

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Composition

PREMIER
Simon Wright ("SimonW")
Edinburgh United Kingdom
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Lyrics
PLUS
James Fraser ("offthewall")
South Shields near Newcastle Tyneside United Kingdom
Other releases
Vocals, All Music, Song arrangement, Production

Sound Recording

PLUS
James Fraser ("offthewall")
South Shields near Newcastle Tyneside United Kingdom
Other releases
Vocals, All Music, Song arrangement, Production
PREMIER
Simon Wright ("SimonW")
Edinburgh United Kingdom
Other releases
Lyrics
Artist's Notes

A song that was inspired by a visit to a World War One exhibition in Donaghadee, Northern Ireland, during 2018. I read about a teenager who had signed up to fight in the war even though he was underage. The reason was that somebody (and it's unknown who) had left a box of white feathers on his family's doorstep. White feathers represented cowardice. To uphold his family's honour the boy signed up for the war and fought bravely for 4 years before sadly being killed.

I've not used the real person's name and the character in my song (Sam) is more inspired by that story that a literal representation. 

Lyrics

 

White feathers

 

 

 

(Verse 1)

 

In 1914
Sam was just fifteen,

 

In a land of green fields
Painted houses by the sea,
It was a million miles
From Flanders' bloody fields.

 

 

 

(Verse 2)

 

In 1914

 

Yes, he was only fifteen,
Football scabs on his knees

 

Kissing girls in his dreams,
Spent that Autumn fishing
In quiet pools beneath the trees

 

 

 

In 1914
In 1914

 

 

 

(Bridge)

 

Then a box left by the door    (Just a plain wooden box)

 

Who sent it is unsure               (Just a plain wooden box)

 

But he opened it to find
White feathers inside              (White feathers inside)

 

White feathers                          (White feathers)

 

White feathers inside.

 

 

 

(Solo ? to denote turmoil)

 

 

 

(Verse 3)

 

In 1914
Sam was just fifteen,

 

Still too young for the call
But he walked out the door,
He lied about his age
Honour's sting held sway.

 

 

 

(Verse 4)

 

In 1914

 

Just a boy of fifteen,

 

He was shipped to the front
Where young men bore the brunt,
Fought four years with all might
?Til one last ghastly night.

 

 

 

In 1918
In 1918

 

 

 

(Bridge)

 

There was gunpowder and mortar
Ditches filled with dank water
Corpses held in barb wire,
Gunpowder and mortar
Like lambs to the slaughter

 

Butchered by bullets fired.

 

 

 

(Outro)
Now the seagulls fly
High up in the sky
Their feathers glinting in the sun,

 

And I think of that time

 

All the blood and the grime
A boy staring down the gun.

 

 

 

Written by Simon Wright

 

(November 2018)