War Child

Artist: The Cranberries
Released on: To The Faithful Departed (Track #5)
Length: 3:50

LYRICS

Who will save the war child baby
Who controls the keys
The web we weave is thick and sordid
Fine by me
At times of war we’re all the losers, there’s no victory
We shoot to kill, and kill your lover
Fine by me

War child
Victim of political pride
Plant the seed, territorial greed
Mind the war child
We should mind the war child

I spent last winter in New York
And came upon a man
He was sleeping on the streets and homeless
He said ”I fought in Vietman”
Beneath his shirt he wore the mark
He bore the mark of pride
A two-inch deep incision carved, into his side

War child
Victim of political pride
Plant to seed, territorial greed
Mind the war child
We should mind the war child

Whose the loser now, eh?
Whose the loser now
We’re all the losers now
We’re all the losers now
War child, war child

CREDIT INFORMATION

Music and Lyrics by D. O’Riordan
Produced by Bruce Fairbairn and The Cranberries
Engineered and Mixed by Mike Plotnikoff
Recorded in November, December 1995 in Dublin, Ireland at Windmill Lane Studios
Orchestration written and arranged by Michael Kamen
Strings directed by Michael Kamen
Published by Island Music Ltd

MEANING

Dolores: “I love children and I received a letter from Brian Eno who asked me to design something for a War Child fashion show that didn’t happen, but I was moved by Bosnia and that morning in my hotel room I wrote the song in about 10 minutes – children suffer most of all whether it’s Bosnia or the Bogside. It’s sick. They’re so vulnerable.” (in article written by Jayne Margetts, 1996)

NOTES

  • In 1996, Dolores explained: “I received a letter from Brian Eno who asked me to design something for a War Child fashion show that didn’t happen.

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