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Battlefields of Love - lyrics by Michael Piehl
Been paying dues, fighting off the blues, feeling down dirty depressed and much abused
Wasting time listening to my mind trying to make some sense of what's left behind
We used to touch used to mean so much without you I'm crippled without a crutch
You don't want me want to be free in the fields of love are we meant to be
Chorus
Wounded soldier straight from the front lines of war
Unarmed and disabled never like this before
We are all soldiers ready for what's in store everyone gets injured in the battlefield of the love war
I saunter along wailing out my song, trying to figure out where it is I belong
Haven't got a clue, can't think this through, I'm vacant and blue what am I to do?
The countless weeks, I'm weak in my knees on them I ask God why is it always me?
Time ticks so slow, with no where to go, take a look at my life it's one hell of a show.
Chorus
Wounded soldier straight from the front lines of war
Unarmed and disabled never like this before
We are all soldiers ready for what's in store everyone gets injured in the battlefield of the love war
SOLO
Lost in this trance never was a chance out in these fields to contend romance
I can't believe this tragedy and your letting me lie here to die and bleed
I'm fading fast not gonna last fighting for the days that live in the past
you don't want me, want to be free, in the fields of love were we meant to be
Chorus
Wounded soldier straight from the front lines of war
Unarmed and disabled never like this before
Part C
don't recycle him over and over and over take away this prisoner because he can't take much more
We are all soldiers ready for what's in store everyone gets injured in the battlefield of the love war.
Artist: Michael Piehl.
Background singers: Louis Milgrom, Clair Reilly Roe, Michael Piehl.
Original Mix: Louis Milgrom.
Additional Mix: Brian Rund.
Guitars: Louis Milgrom.
Song Written and produced by Michael Piehl. Copyright 1990.
Video Produced by Michael Piehl and John Bailey.
Battlefields of Love - lyrics by Michael Piehl
Been paying dues, fighting off the blues, feeling down dirty depressed and much abused
Wasting time listening to my mind trying to make some sense of what's left behind
We used to touch used to mean so much without you I'm crippled without a crutch
You don't want me want to be free in the fields of love are we meant to be
Chorus
Wounded soldier straight from the front lines of war
Unarmed and disabled never like this before
We are all soldiers ready for what's in store everyone gets injured in the battlefield of the love war
I saunter along wailing out my song, trying to figure out where it is I belong
Haven't got a clue, can't think this through, I'm vacant and blue what am I to do?
The countless weeks, I'm weak in my knees on them I ask God why is it always me?
Time ticks so slow, with no where to go, take a look at my life it's one hell of a show.
Chorus
Wounded soldier straight from the front lines of war
Unarmed and disabled never like this before
We are all soldiers ready for what's in store everyone gets injured in the battlefield of the love war
SOLO
Lost in this trance never was a chance out in these fields to contend romance
I can't believe this tragedy and your letting me lie here to die and bleed
I'm fading fast not gonna last fighting for the days that live in the past
you don't want me, want to be free, in the fields of love were we meant to be
Chorus
Wounded soldier straight from the front lines of war
Unarmed and disabled never like this before
Part C
don't recycle him over and over and over take away this prisoner because he can't take much more
We are all soldiers ready for what's in store everyone gets injured in the battlefield of the love war.
Artist: Michael Piehl.
Background singers: Louis Milgrom, Clair Reilly Roe, Michael Piehl.
Original Mix: Louis Milgrom.
Additional Mix: Brian Rund.
Guitars: Louis Milgrom.
Song Written and produced by Michael Piehl. Copyright 1990.
Video Produced by Michael Piehl and John Bailey.
