How Does It Feel
Crass Lyrics


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When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shooting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night.
You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence.
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there - like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it, but not being touched by it.

(We never asked for war, nor in the innocence of our birth were we aware of it.
We never asked for war, nor in the struggle to realisation did we feel there was a need for it.
We never asked for war, nor in the joyful colours of our childhood were we conscious of its darkness.)

HOW DOES IT FEEL?
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death.

Your arrogance has gutted these bodies of life,
Your deceit fooled them that it was worth the sacrifice.
Your lies persuaded people to accept the wasted blood,
Your filthy pride cleansed you of the doubt you should have had.
You smile in the face of the death cause you are so proud and vain,
Your inhumanity stops you from realising the pain
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.

You never wanted peace or solution,
From the start you lusted after war and destruction.
Your blood-soaked reason ruled out other choices,
Your mockery gagged more moderate voices.
So keen to play your bloody part, so impatient that your war be fought.
Iron Lady with your stone heart so eager that the lesson be taught
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.

How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death.

Throughout our history you and your kind
Have stolen the young bodies of the living
To be twisted and torn in filthy war.
What right have you to defile those birth?
What right have you to devour that flesh?
What right to spit on hope with the gory madness
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.

How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death.

You accuse us of disrespect for the dead,
But it was you who slaughtered out of national pride.
Just how much did you care? What respect did you have
As you sent those bodies to their communal grave?
You buried them rough-handed, they'd given you their all,
That once living flesh defiled in the hell
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.

You use those deaths to achieve your ends still,
Using the corpses as a moral blackmail.
You say "Think of what those young men gave"
As you try to bind us in your living death,
Yet we do think of them, ice cold and silence
In the snow covered moorlands, stopped by the violence
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.

How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your fucking war!
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your fucking war!




1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your fucking war!
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 You can stop your fucking war!

Overall Meaning

The song How Does It Feel? by Crass is a powerful and emotional commentary on war and its brutal consequences. The lyrics are divided into three parts, each dealing with a different aspect of the topic. In the first part, the singer describes the aftermath of war on a soldier who is left to suffer alone in the silence of his or her own trauma. The second part addresses the mothers of young soldiers who lost their lives in war, emphasizing the senseless waste and tragedy of their deaths. The final part confronts the politicians who caused the war, denouncing their greed, arrogance, and lack of humanity.


The lyrics are full of vivid imagery and metaphorical language that conveys the emotional weight of the subject matter. The use of repetition, especially in the refrain "How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?" drives the message home and highlights the indiscriminate nature of war's destruction. The song's aggressive punk sound and energetic rhythmic structure accentuate the lyrics' urgency and intensity.


Overall, the song How Does It Feel? is a provocatively anti-war anthem that challenges the audience to confront the human cost of war and to reject the politicians who perpetuate it. It is a rallying cry for peace and compassion and a reminder that behind every war statistic, there are individual human lives that have been irreparably damaged or lost.


Line by Line Meaning

When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
You woke up this morning with tired and strained eyes.


Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
Your eyes are normally blue and white, but today they have dark circles around them.


It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shooting in vain,
You are hopeless and can't even speak properly, even if you wanted to say something.


Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night.
Even if someone hears what you have to say, you're still alone at night.


You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence.
You need to create a lot of noise to avoid the silence.


Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence
You scream loudly like a donkey, so your ears ring so you don't have to hear the silence.


Even when it's there - like the wind seen from the window,
Even when silence is present, like wind is present outside, you choose to ignore it and just look at it.


Seeing it, but not being touched by it.
You can see silence, but you don't feel calmness or peace when you see it.


How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
What does it feel like to be responsible for the death of thousands of people?


Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
The young boys are dead and buried in cold graves.


Your arrogance has gutted these bodies of life,
Your arrogance has completely destroyed these human bodies.


Your deceit fooled them that it was worth the sacrifice.
Your lies made them think that their sacrifice was worthwhile.


Your lies persuaded people to accept the wasted blood,
Your deceitful words convinced people to accept and waste the blood of these young boys.


Your filthy pride cleansed you of the doubt you should have had.
Your prideful nature prevented you from having any doubts, which you should have had.


You smile in the face of the death cause you are so proud and vain,
You smile even in the face of death, because you are very proud and vain.


Your inhumanity stops you from realising the pain
Your lack of humanity prevents you from understanding the pain and suffering you have caused.


That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
You are responsible for inflicting, deciding, creating and ordering all of this death and devastation.


Throughout our history you and your kind
Throughout history, leaders like you


Have stolen the young bodies of the living
Have taken young people away from their lives and families.


To be twisted and torn in filthy war.
And turned them into war machines to be inflicted with injury and death.


What right have you to defile those birth?
What right do you have to destroy these young lives?


What right have you to devour that flesh?
What right do you have to use these people's bodies to fight your wars?


What right to spit on hope with the gory madness
What right do you have to destroy all hope in the midst of your violent actions?


You accuse us of disrespect for the dead,
You accuse the people who protest against war and violence of disrespect for the dead.


But it was you who slaughtered out of national pride.
But it was you who caused the deaths of so many people out of national pride and greed.


Just how much did you care? What respect did you have
How much did you truly care about these people? What respect did you have for them?


As you sent those bodies to their communal grave?
As you sent those young boys' bodies to a mass grave?


You buried them rough-handed, they'd given you their all,
You buried those young boys with rough hands, even though they'd given everything for your cause.


That once living flesh defiled in the hell
Their once living flesh was defiled in the horrific war they were sent to fight.


You use those deaths to achieve your ends still
You still use those deaths to achieve your goals.


Using the corpses as a moral blackmail.
You use the corpses as a moral bargaining chip.


You say "Think of what those young men gave"
You say things like "Think about what those young men gave."


As you try to bind us in your living death,
As you try to bind us all to the horror and pain of war.


Yet we do think of them, ice cold and silence
But we do think about them, their lifeless bodies laying in the cold silence of war.


In the snow covered moorlands, stopped by the violence
Laying in the snow covered moorlands, stopped by the violence of war.


1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your fucking war!
A chant against war and violence.




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Written by: MARTIN COOGAN

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Comments from YouTube:

@StoneWeevil

You know it's a well-written song when it just as easily applies to (almost) any war post-1945

@dusanrott

wooo great band, i've heard of them accidentally!!! Anarchy and peace!

@StuartVallantine

Crass: relevant in 1982, just as relevant 29 years from now.

@bogey

just as relevant 38 years from now!

@tachyonimpulse

Only punk band that really had something to say.

@JD-wu9li

discharge

@vodaploda

good call @@JD-wu9li

@TheElfishGene

More relevant now than they ever were!

@pitferocious1186

three years later even more....

@corroded67

Pitty everyone's silent on war criminal Tony Blair. Oh but he was Labour.

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