Extra Credit: Hamlet Blog Post #5

Don't try to explain your mind
I know what's happening here
One minute it's love and suddenly
It's like a battle-field
One word turns into a 
Why is it the smallest things that tear us down
My world's nothing when you're gone
I'm out here without a shield
Can't go back now

Both hands tied behind my back for nothing
Oh no
These times when we climb so fast to fall again
Why we gotta fall for it now

I never meant to start a war
You know I never wanna hurt you
Don't even know what we're fighting for

Why does love always feel like ...
a battlefield (battlefield)
a battlefield (battlefield)
a battlefield (battlefield)
[repeat]
Why does love always feel like

Can't swallow our pride,
Neither of us wanna raise that flag
If we can't surrender
then we both gonna lose what we had, oh no

Both hands tied behind my back with nothing
(nothing)
Oh no, these times when we climb so fast to fall again
I don't wanna fall for it now

I never meant to start a war
You know I never wanna hurt you
Don't even know what we're fighting for

Why does love always feel like ...
a battlefield (battlefield)
a battlefield (battlefield)
a battlefield (battlefield)
[repeat]

I guess you better go and get your armor
(get your armor)
Get your armor (get your armor)
I guess you better go and get your armor
(get your armor)
Get your armor (get your armor)
I guess you better go and get your

We could pretend that we are friends tonight
And in the morning we'll wake up and we'll be alright
Cause baby we don't have to fight
And I don't want this love to feel like

A battlefield (oh), a battlefield (oh), a battlefield,
Why does love always feel like a battlefield (oh),
A battlefield (oh), a battlefield

I guess you better go and get your armor
I never meant to start a war (start a war)
You know I never wanna hurt you
Don't even know what we're fighting for
(fighting, fighting for)

Why does love always feel like ...
a battlefield (battlefield)
a battlefield (battlefield)
a battlefield (battlefield)
[repeat]

I guess you better go and get your armor
(get your armor)
Get your armor (get your armor)
I guess you better go and get your armor
(get your armor)
Get your armor (get your armor)

[slowly fade]
Why does love always feel like
(whooaa ooow)
Why does love always feel like
(whooaa ooow)
A battlefield, a battlefield..

[(whooaa ooow) throughout to end]
I never meant to start a war
Don't even know what we're fighting for
I never meant to start a war
Don't even know what we're fighting for
(whooaa ooow)
[fade out]

I cannot take the madness inside my brain, 'tis the worst ache a mind or heart could bear. Even strangers think me "importunate,/Indeed distract. Her mood will needs be pitied." (4.5.2-3). O, song hath carried me through this trouble, cradling as 'twere I a child! "He is dead and gone, lady,/He is dead and gone,/At his head a grass-green turf,/At his heels a stone." (4.5.26-29). Beautiful tune, yet sad. Music in mine ear is as well pain in mine chest, for I miss my father dearly. Yet still, doubt, he hath filled me, why Laertes had taken part as well. A song! A song about my troubles of love to play at mine funeral, when after this I shall be no more. Battlefield, 'tis the winner! My father and brother, I loved them dear, and Hamlet "you promised me to wed."(4.5.46). O, but not he. Instead he battles my brother, and my brother says, "I will do ’t." (4.7.136). Battle and battle to death, they'll do. O how Laertes created a war when he filled mine head with doubts, such like "the trifling of his favor,/Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood." (1.3.5-6) alongside "Perhaps he loves you now,/And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch/The virtue of his will, but you must fear." (1.3.14-16.) Fear I did, and now the field of battle hath arrived. Even crueler my late father hath said such like "Affection! Pooh, you speak like a green girl,/Unsifted in such perilous circumstance./Do you believe his “tenders,” as you call them?" (1.3.101-103) and "Think yourself a baby/That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay,/Which are not sterling." (1.3.105-107). How they could speak such cruel and false words is beyond the knowledge I possess. And Hamlet, worst of all, love in bounty one moment, the next his words turned to "I loved you not." (3.1.115) and "Go thy ways to a nunnery." (3.1.130-131). I cannot bear to think more! I shall go down to the river now, and when at the funeral thine ears are filled with tunes bittersweet, these snakes of men shall know the hurt they've caused.