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Camel - Lies
Tell me no lies, has peace arrived...
Or, is this some kind of joke ?
What a surprise, you don't realise...
There's some things you don't own.
Can you disguise, can you simplify...
This change you put me through ?
Can you revive, and will I survive...
This life you've brought me to ?
Can you disguise, can you simplify...
This change you put me through ?
Tell me no lies, has peace arrived...
Or, is this some kind of joke ?
Physically and emotionally exhausted, Nude was
confined to a sea-side resort nursing home.
His war had finally begun.
Weeks of monotony filled his life with an
opposite extreme. No longer pursued by
opportunists who disguised themselves with good
intentions, his body regained strength. The
government arranged his back-pay. The mass of
generation-removed relatives ceased their
dutiful visits and eventually no one came to see
the hero who had fought the longest war.
For his 50th birthday, the nursing staff
organised a small party. To make him feel at
home, the festive cake has been decorated in the
form of a tropical island. Nude was visibly
moved by the occasion and yet he seemed
strangely distracted.
They thought it best to leave him alone.
Nude was last seen on a summer evening in 1972
talking to a small group of people just before
he sailed out of the harbour.
In the morning paper, buried within the articles
about Asian, Middle Eastern, Irish and American
conflicts, was a short column on the
disappearance of 'The Island War Veteran Who
Could Not Live in The Civilised World.'
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