Someone once said every Levellers song had the words "levelling the land" in it. Not ture but they do have recurrent themes. This and Standing Stones were written about the same time - after a trip to somne standing stones in south Wales and summer solstice at Avebury which may explain the similar themes
Green man
Stumbling out at closing time
The moon half lights my way
I hear a voice as old as time
It says you'll walk my way
Feel the wind
As it begins
Feel the driving rain
I am the voice
I am the choice
The lifeblood in your veins
Lashing out I try to stand
An old face meets my stare
Take my hand I'm the green man
Boy I'm everywhere
I was there when they carved the henge from stone
I was there when they carved that cross for Rome
I was there when In god we trust turned black
I'll be there in the morning
I'm coming back
have you seen a gargoyle smile
or held a scarecrow's hand?
Dig your feet into the soil
cos boy this is your land.
Feel the wind
As it begins
Feel the driving rain
I am the voice
I am the choice
The lifeblood in your veins
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Showing posts with label folk music acoustic guitar song lyrics. Show all posts
Monday, 3 May 2010
Call to arms
I did hear someone say on the radio you don't get many political songs around nowadays. Where are the likes of Billy Bragg on Top of the Pops? Here's one with various references, including the police action against protesters at the G20 protests last year. One bystander died after being pushed to ground by police.
Call to arms
This is not a call to arms
Though there's fighting to be done
Fathers tend to your fathers' farms
And mothers tend to your sons'.
I wandered out one fine morning after cider with Rosie was done
But if the devil's not seen and if he's not heard
Does it mean that the angels have won?
This is not a call to arms
Or a rally to the gun
Live as you kneel with your head in the sand and you won't feel the
warmth of the sun
Centurions gather their legions, With the city tucked safe in behind
Closed circuit eyes watch the peaceful pass by
But to and justice they're blind
This is not a call to arms
Though many say it should be
No pasaran! Sang the last of the guard
And they earned the right to be free.
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Call to arms
This is not a call to arms
Though there's fighting to be done
Fathers tend to your fathers' farms
And mothers tend to your sons'.
I wandered out one fine morning after cider with Rosie was done
But if the devil's not seen and if he's not heard
Does it mean that the angels have won?
This is not a call to arms
Or a rally to the gun
Live as you kneel with your head in the sand and you won't feel the
warmth of the sun
Centurions gather their legions, With the city tucked safe in behind
Closed circuit eyes watch the peaceful pass by
But to and justice they're blind
This is not a call to arms
Though many say it should be
No pasaran! Sang the last of the guard
And they earned the right to be free.
http://www.myspace.com/dombailed
Sunday, 2 May 2010
Facing south
this is reworking of a song I wrote when in a band with a few mates, which even then was a reworking of a poem I wrote when I was a student and couldn't play guitar. I suppose I really wanted to use it because of the opening line which I think is funny. It's not about looking across the Mediterranean from Gibraltar to Africa, from Texas to Mexico or from Wales to Devon. It's just a bit rude.
Facing south
She smiles when she is facing south
And her heart is all a flutter
A little death creeps from her mouth
then she gets up to close the shutters
I'm lying and I'm lying here again
In a nice warm bed that's not been made
By the same hands since I don't know when
Cos I guess by breakfast memories fade
There's a stone in my heart
And there's jam in the butter
If I said I loved you girl
It was just to mutter
Something else before
I gave away my final card
I should just walk away it's not that hard
she smiles when she is facing south
and her heart is all a flutter
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Facing south
She smiles when she is facing south
And her heart is all a flutter
A little death creeps from her mouth
then she gets up to close the shutters
I'm lying and I'm lying here again
In a nice warm bed that's not been made
By the same hands since I don't know when
Cos I guess by breakfast memories fade
There's a stone in my heart
And there's jam in the butter
If I said I loved you girl
It was just to mutter
Something else before
I gave away my final card
I should just walk away it's not that hard
she smiles when she is facing south
and her heart is all a flutter
http://www.myspace.com/dombailed
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