Vid: The War Was in Color - Captain America/The Avengers
Title: The War Was in Color
Music: "The War Was in Color," by Carbon Leaf
Source: Captain America: The First Avenger, The Avengers
Character: Steve Rogers
Duration: 6:15
Blame: This vid is Entirely. boosette's. Fault.
Thanks: Many, many, many thanks to my wonderful betas:
echan,
jetpack_monkey, laura47, and naturelf. They all gave lots of awesome advice and suggestions, and this vid would be much more of a jumbled mess without their help.
Notes: I make liberal use of the deleted scenes from The Avengers, for those of you who haven't see them yet.
Summary: "Sit down, son. Let me fill you in." Or, alternatively: STEVE *REALLY* FEEEEELS! (As do we.)
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Also on AO3, along with all of my other vids (also on my website), if that's your sort of thing, as well as on Tumblr.
Lyrics
I see you've found a box of my things -
Infantries, tanks and smoldering airplane wings.
These old pictures are cool. Tell me some stories
Was it like the old war movies?
Sit down son. Let me fill you in
Where to begin? Let's start with the end
This black and white photo don't capture the skin
From the flash of a gun to a soldier who's done
Trust me grandson
The war was in color
From shipyard to sea, From factory to sky
From rivet to rifle, from boot camp to battle cry
I wore the mask up high on a daylight run
That held my face in its clammy hand
Crawled over coconut logs and corpses in the coral sand
Where to begin? Let's start with the end
This black and white photo don't capture the skin
From the shock of a shell or the memory of smell
If red is for Hell
The war was in color
I held the canvas bag over the railing
The dead released, with the ship still sailing,
Out of our hands and into the swallowing sea
I felt the crossfire stitching up soldiers
Into a blanket of dead, and as the night grows colder
In a window back home, a Blue Star is traded for Gold.
Where to begin? Let's start with the end
This black and white photo don't capture the skin
When metal is churned. And bodies are burned
Victory earned
The war was in color
Now I lay in my grave at age 21
Long before you were born
Before I bore a son
What good did it do?
Well hopefully for you
A world without war
A life full of color
Where to begin? Let's start with the end
This black and white photo never captured my skin
Once it was torn from an enemy thorn
Straight through the core
The war was in color
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Music: "The War Was in Color," by Carbon Leaf
Source: Captain America: The First Avenger, The Avengers
Character: Steve Rogers
Duration: 6:15
Blame: This vid is Entirely. boosette's. Fault.
Thanks: Many, many, many thanks to my wonderful betas:
echan,
jetpack_monkey, laura47, and naturelf. They all gave lots of awesome advice and suggestions, and this vid would be much more of a jumbled mess without their help.
Notes: I make liberal use of the deleted scenes from The Avengers, for those of you who haven't see them yet.
Summary: "Sit down, son. Let me fill you in." Or, alternatively: STEVE *REALLY* FEEEEELS! (As do we.)
Download (97MB Xvid, zipped)
Download (217MB Xvid, zipped)
YouTube (streaming)
Also on AO3, along with all of my other vids (also on my website), if that's your sort of thing, as well as on Tumblr.
Lyrics
I see you've found a box of my things -
Infantries, tanks and smoldering airplane wings.
These old pictures are cool. Tell me some stories
Was it like the old war movies?
Sit down son. Let me fill you in
Where to begin? Let's start with the end
This black and white photo don't capture the skin
From the flash of a gun to a soldier who's done
Trust me grandson
The war was in color
From shipyard to sea, From factory to sky
From rivet to rifle, from boot camp to battle cry
I wore the mask up high on a daylight run
That held my face in its clammy hand
Crawled over coconut logs and corpses in the coral sand
Where to begin? Let's start with the end
This black and white photo don't capture the skin
From the shock of a shell or the memory of smell
If red is for Hell
The war was in color
I held the canvas bag over the railing
The dead released, with the ship still sailing,
Out of our hands and into the swallowing sea
I felt the crossfire stitching up soldiers
Into a blanket of dead, and as the night grows colder
In a window back home, a Blue Star is traded for Gold.
Where to begin? Let's start with the end
This black and white photo don't capture the skin
When metal is churned. And bodies are burned
Victory earned
The war was in color
Now I lay in my grave at age 21
Long before you were born
Before I bore a son
What good did it do?
Well hopefully for you
A world without war
A life full of color
Where to begin? Let's start with the end
This black and white photo never captured my skin
Once it was torn from an enemy thorn
Straight through the core
The war was in color
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replies there. Comment on whichever site you prefer.