arch/ive/ief (2000 - 2005)

This song ("The Grave") will be performed on MTV on the 3rd of March at 6am. The President of MTV Europe said about this:
"MTV is free from political standpoint and prides itself in offering its audience a number of perspectives on a variety of issues that are important to themGeorge Michael has a history of expressing strong, personal views, with inimitable creativity and conviction that resonates with audiences."
The singer hope there will not be a Band Aid style song with lots of celebrities singing against the war with Iraq. He told the BBC: "I'm begging, I'm hoping that there will not be Band Aid 2 because the reality is that very, very few people in the industry now that you're hearing on the radio make their money from their own hearts and minds."
"They make their money from singing the words of others, and so therefore the weight of something called Band Aid 2 would be incredibly slight."
"It's not the same as making a record to send money to Ethiopia. This is different and I really hope the current pop music industry, the current generation stays away from it because I really don't think it would be a very genuine move."
Here are the lyrics to "The Grave"...
The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors
And the brown earth bleached white
At the edge of his gravestone
He's gone

When the wars of our nation did beckon
The man, barely twenty, did answer the calling
Proud of the trust
That he placed in our nation
He's gone

But eternity knows him
And it knows what we've done

And the rain fell like pearls
On the leaves of the flowers
Leaving brown, muddy clay
Where the earth had been dry

And deep in the trench
He waited for hours
As he held to his rifle
And prayed not to die

But the silence of night
Was shattered by fire
As the guns and grenades
Blasted sharp through the air

One after another
His comrades were slaughtered
In the morgue of marines
Alone, standing there

He crouched ever lower
Ever lower, with fear
They can't let me die
They can't let me die here!

I'll cover myself
With the mud and the earth
I'll cover myself
I know I'm not brave!

The earth, the earth
The earth is my grave.

The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors
And the brown earth bleached white
At the edge of his gravestone
He's gone