hmmm
a bit of a non-event, I'd say
God only knows what I'd be if not for music? heh heh, yeah, flip a coin
anyway, it's cause enough for me to relate about some friends of my bro when we were in our late teens, Robert and Donald Love, from Scotland, also brothers, who had a band, Cock Robin, near the center of the universe in the late sixties. Robert was the older, I think, and he had long frizzy hair that made him resemble Robert Plant, and he was the singer. Donald Love was more nerdy looking but man that boy could play! and he was the song writer and they only played original music. God only knows if they achieved anything beyond bar band status.
But to stick to the title theme...
Donald Love wrote a kick-*** remembrance tune that might well have become an anthem if they had only made it in the music industry. Lucky for all of you I remember some of the lyrics:
God Only Knows
loud the battle cries of distant shores
re-opening wounds unhealed
nobody knows what all the fightin's for
but neither side shall yield
many have died so that we may live
is not peace a wise man's dream?
but still the poppies grow row on row in Flanders Field
a stark reminder to us all
God only knows what this poor old world is coming to
God only knows and seems to care
God only knows what this poor old world is coming to
looks like He ain't gonna tell
.......
a much better lyric and tune than the pulp offered in the OP. imo
you're welcome!