SU "Food For The Gun" So Many Birthdays Concept Art
Added 2024-09-07 16:14:51 +0000 UTCSome concept sketching I did for the episode "So Many Birthdays".
❤️ This drawing is available via Early Access & will eventually be listed on Poshmark if still available❤️
Steven Universe + Motorhead= So Many Birthdays
"1916" by Motorhead is a devastating song about young men dying in war.
The feeling that the soldiers are 'in too deep/over their heads/lost without any kind of guidance'...is profound. The soldiers call out not just for their commander, but for their mothers.
Paul and I wanted to push the emotional escalation as far as humanly possible in So Many Birthdays, to the point where some could ask "WOULD they really kill off the main character?"
I thought, during the finale, the gems should be 'clinging like kids to eachother" like the soldiers in the song. They ARE soldiers. They lost their commander & their mother--the same person. Now, watching Steven die is like watching Rose "Die". They want to call out for their mother to save them, but she can't..
Lyrics:
"Sixteen years old when I went to the war
To fight for a land fit for heroes
God on my side, and a gun in my hand
Chasing my days down to zero
And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died
And I never did get any older
But I knew at the time that a year in the line
Was a long enough life for a soldier
We all volunteered, and we wrote down our names
And we added two years to our ages
Eager for life and ahead of the game
Ready for history's pages
And we brawled and we fought and we whored 'til we stood
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder
A thirst for the Hun, we were food for the gun
And that's what you are when you're soldiers
I heard my friend cry, and he sank to his knees
Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother
And I fell by his side, and that's how we died
Clinging like kids to each other
And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood
And I wept as his body grew colder
And I called for my mother and she never came
Though it wasn't my fault and I wasn't to blame
The day not half over and ten thousand slain
And now there's nobody remembers our names
And that's how it is for a soldier"
