It’s a short story well appropriate indeed since it talks about a doomed airplane as you can read the lyrics on the video here below:
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Lieutenant Colonel John Alexander McCrae (1872-1918) – Ypres battlefield 1915. Photo: Lx 121, Wikipedia courtesy
All alone, the city slaves
choking on the smog they make
Changing the light of day,
as they pray for a way out
We all feel the pain, is it necessary? (CHORUS)
When we feel the pain, better stick together
Music is the way to relieve the pressure
Music on the way, do you get the message?
Ame de moi, je suis music
Chante moi, je suis music
Je suis music
Chante moi
Je suis music
Angry men, and women scream
Struggling with, the lives they lead
Nothing much that can make them strong but the words of a song
People need a chance to play given time they can recreate
That’s the way that tears and hate to the sound of the music
CHORUS
Ame de moi, je suis music
Chante moi, je suis music
CHORUS, etc