The original version of this was one of the first vocal compositions I posted on SoundCloud wayback when – Fighting Between the Wars it was originally called – and it’s had a few acoustic outings at small musical events over the months. However, I fancied taking it in an entirely new direction for a reworking with a pseudo-Nile Rodgers guitar sound and a bit of mixing trickery to get the strummy second guitar to sound more like a Rhodes electric piano than a guitar in places. There have been a few tweaks to the lyrics, which are roughly about war, peace, love, hate, fighting fires, domestic violence, (dis)honour among thieves and growing up in a “between the wars” house, sort of…
In kinder times, they’re sinning, but forsaken there’s no winning
The judges call and we have to tell them no
The thieves are running wild. But, they’re drinking blessed mild,
and all our thoughts are with them as they go
Won’t you run this way with me?
I’m fighting fires a little better this time
Won’t you run away with me
or we carry on until we feel nothing
Fighting between the wars, take a chance or break a law
Hoping they’ll never catch us now we’re running
Facing up to older scores, Evened odds we’ve had before
But, we can seek neutrality
The gentler hand that’s feeding, takes the food that we’re all needing
The judgement scorns the honour that they show
The thieves once running wild now screaming, “Mercy mild!”
still all our thoughts are with them as they go
Won’t you hide away with me?
I found the fire a little warmer this time
Won’t you come and stay with me
Or we carry on as if we feel nothing
Fighting between the wars, take a chance on broken laws
Hoping they’ll never catch us now we’re running
Facing up to colder scores, Even gods we’ve heard before
But, we can face neutrality
Fighting between the wars, the fire’s gone out, there is no more
Knowing they’ll never catch us now
Sailing up to golden shores, we can hear the ocean’s roar
Now we have found neutrality