Published 26 days ago in Metal, in album: Libby O'Gonnal - Sick of this Shit
Libby O'Gonnal - 06 - Bodycount
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Deutsch:
Der Song beschreibt die mediale und gesellschaftliche Doppelmoral beim Tod: Sensationsunfälle, Promi-Tode oder Einzelfälle bekommen riesige Schlagzeilen und Gesichter, während tägliche Massensterben durch Kriege, Hunger oder Frontkämpfe systematisch ignoriert, anonymisiert und als „normal“ oder „notwendig“ abgetan werden – Soldaten zählen einfach nicht.
English:
The song describes media and societal double standards in death: Sensational accidents, celebrity deaths or isolated tragedies get massive headlines and faces, while daily mass deaths from wars, hunger or frontline combat are systematically ignored, anonymized and dismissed as “normal” or “necessary” – soldiers simply don’t count.
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Song Lyrics
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Bus goes down the mountain
Peru, twenty dead
Front page, zoomed-in faces
“Tragedy”, they said
Private jet in flames
Three rich names, all known
Breaking news, full coverage
Every screen, every phone
Cameras love the special
The rare, the fucked-up kind
But blood that flows every day
Never makes the headline
If it’s normal
If it’s expected
If it’s uniforms and guns
You don’t count it
You don’t show it
You just say: that’s what they’re for
But where’s the bodycount from your fucking wars?
Where are the numbers from the front?
Thirteen hundred dead today — no headline, no report
So tell me: do soldiers even count?
Car crash
Plane crash
Knife in the park
You milk the fear till it’s dark
Smoking
Flu
Drugs and shit
Daily death, you’re bored of it
Hunger kills by the millions
Too big to fit your frame
But one fucked-up story
Gets a name, gets a face
Frontline death is silent
Just static in the feed
A thousand bodies fall
But that’s “policy”
They signed up
They knew the deal
That’s the lie you sell
So you don’t have to feel
Where’s the bodycount from your fucking wars?
Where’s the ticker running red?
Bus crash gets a headline
A battlefield gets buried instead
No faces.
No names.
Just numbers you don’t print.
No cameras.
No candles.
No “thoughts and prayers”.
They die right.
They die quiet.
They die on schedule.
SO THEY DON’T COUNT.
You taught us death has value
Depending where it lands
A body in the street is news
A body in the sand is planned
Where’s the bodycount from your fucking wars?
Say the number. Say it loud.
How many died today so you can sleep at night
And call it “necessary loss”?
Bus crash — headline.
Jet crash — headline.
War — silence.
Soldiers are just
numbers
that die
on time.
Peru, twenty dead
Front page, zoomed-in faces
“Tragedy”, they said
Private jet in flames
Three rich names, all known
Breaking news, full coverage
Every screen, every phone
Cameras love the special
The rare, the fucked-up kind
But blood that flows every day
Never makes the headline
If it’s normal
If it’s expected
If it’s uniforms and guns
You don’t count it
You don’t show it
You just say: that’s what they’re for
But where’s the bodycount from your fucking wars?
Where are the numbers from the front?
Thirteen hundred dead today — no headline, no report
So tell me: do soldiers even count?
Car crash
Plane crash
Knife in the park
You milk the fear till it’s dark
Smoking
Flu
Drugs and shit
Daily death, you’re bored of it
Hunger kills by the millions
Too big to fit your frame
But one fucked-up story
Gets a name, gets a face
Frontline death is silent
Just static in the feed
A thousand bodies fall
But that’s “policy”
They signed up
They knew the deal
That’s the lie you sell
So you don’t have to feel
Where’s the bodycount from your fucking wars?
Where’s the ticker running red?
Bus crash gets a headline
A battlefield gets buried instead
No faces.
No names.
Just numbers you don’t print.
No cameras.
No candles.
No “thoughts and prayers”.
They die right.
They die quiet.
They die on schedule.
SO THEY DON’T COUNT.
You taught us death has value
Depending where it lands
A body in the street is news
A body in the sand is planned
Where’s the bodycount from your fucking wars?
Say the number. Say it loud.
How many died today so you can sleep at night
And call it “necessary loss”?
Bus crash — headline.
Jet crash — headline.
War — silence.
Soldiers are just
numbers
that die
on time.