LYRICS

E.G. A
From Iron works and engines, that is where you grew
The second of eleven into what you knew
A time before fairness even simpler then than now
A point in time, a spark of life, the pride of those to come

They say, you’ll never have your day
Your magic and your ideals, we’ll drive them all away

Rejected first you’ll have the change the way in which you work
Proving good they gave you something to help you prove your worth
And just as you rose the same old hurdles came
Your face, your dress, your different name a problem and a stain

They say, you’ll never have your day
Your magic and your ideals, we’ll drive them all away

With will and pain and hardship you fought for all and one
Leaped the ditched, crossed the line, standard for you led
Sickness it had no choice for well-off or the poor
Then at last your look, your hands had no disguise no more

They say, you’ll never have your day
Your magic and your ideals, we’ll drive them all away

To rise above, to fight for all that you knew was right
The first to heal, to mould your world, the first to win the fight
From the coastal marsh you changed the times for all and one
Success in remedy and policy, in these and foreign lands

FAREWELL
It was a stormy winters night the snow lay on the ground
They both stood on the quayside, his journey outward bound
His dearest stood by his side, shed many a silent tear
And she pulled him in so close, and whispered in his ear

Farewell farewell my own true love this parting brings me pain
I’ll be your own true guiding star when I return again
My thoughts shall be of you when the wars are raging high
So fare ye well remember me tonight

Without a gale he set sail and kissed his love goodbye
shee watched him fly out of sight the tears bedimmed her eyes
He hoped and prayed these changing ways won’t harm her on her way
Her last and loving words that night re-echoed over the bay

But sad to say they returned, except the one she missed
When his comrades landed, they told her what she’d lost
Gone whilst on the journey there, colours half mast
A letter she had written him, and the last line sadly spoke

JOE BOWERS
My name is Joe Bowers,
I've got a brother Ike,
I came here from Missouri,
Yes, all the way from Pike.
I'll tell you why I left there
And how I came to roam,
And leave my poor old mammy,
So far away from home.

I used to love a gal there,
Her name was Sallie Black,
I asked her for to marry me,
She said it was a whack.
She says to me, "Joe Bowers,
Before you hitch for life,
You ought to have a little home
To keep your little wife."

Says I, "My dearest Sallie,
O Sallie, for your sake,
I'll go to California
And try to raise a stake."
Says she to me, "Joe Bowers,
You are the chap to win,
Give me a kiss to seal the bargain,"--
And I throwed a dozen in.

When I got to this here country
I hadn't nary a red,
I had such wolfish feelings
I wished myself most dead.
At last I went to mining,
Put in my biggest licks,
Came down upon the boulders
Just like a thousand bricks.

But one day I got a letter
From my brother Ike;
It came from old Missouri,
Yes, all the way from Pike.
It told me the damndest news
That ever you did hear,
My heart it is a-bustin'
So please excuse this tear.

It said my Sallie had changed her mind,
Her love for me had fled,
That she had married a butcher,
Whose hair was awful red;
It told me more than that,
It's enough to make me swear,--
It said Sallie had had a baby
And the baby’s hair was red

Now I've told you all that I can tell
About this sad affair,
'Bout Sallie marrying the butcher
And the baby had red hair.
But whether it was a boy or girl
The letter never said,
It only said its little hair
Was inclined to be red.

RACE TO BURN
Build all your cities in the sky
Build your factories on the floor
You can stop the currents with your blind ambition
Soften all the ice with your motivation
Race the fire through the trees
You can win the race to burn
Recognise your contest is the chains of those to come

The ranges grew out of the seas
Like nothing has towered before
Construct your buildings to scrape the sky
But you cannot beat the eagles height
Race the fire through the trees
You can win the race to burn
Recognise your contest is the chains of those to come

The problems are more complex
Than the lining of wallets
Ignore wind and tide for an oily bride
Their fury we will not survive
Race the fire through the trees
You can win the race to burn
Recognise your contest is the chains of those to come

When the seas can’t breath
And the oceans cry
And the beasts of earth cannot bite back
Tuskless now an easy death
Race the fire through the trees
You can win the race to burn
Recognise your contest is the chains of those to come

Half have all disappeared
A war on all that lives
Watch the birds last flight and the deserts dry
You can pay to watch the species die
Race the fire through the trees
You can win the race to burn
Recognise your contest is the chains of those to come

Build all your cities in the sky
Build your factories on the floor
You can stop the currents with your blind ambition
Soften all the ice with your motivation
Race the fire through the trees
You can win the race to burn
Recognise your contest is the chains of those to come

Construct your buildings to scrape the sky
Ignore the winds and tides
And the beasts of earth cannot bite back
Watch the birds last flight and the deserts dry
You can pay to watch the species die
The race to burn

BOLD KNIGHT
An outlandish knight from the north country
And he's courted a lady fair
He promised he'd take her to the northern lands
And there he'd marry her

He mounted on the milk white steed
And she on the dappled gray
And they rode till they came to the old lake side
An hour before the day
"Light off, light off your steed," he said
And to take off your silk gown
For six pretty girls I have drowned here
And the seventh one shall be now

"If I must take off my silk gown
Then a turn your face from me
For it is not of the eyes for such a bold hooligan
A naked lady should see"

So he's turned his face away from her
To view the leaves so green
And she's struck him by the middle so small
Dragged him to the stream

Well he swam high and he swam low
Till he came unto the side
"Fetch hold of my hand you pretty fair maid
And I will make you my bride"

"Lie there, lie there you false young man
Lie there instead of me
For if six pretty maidens you have drowned there
The seventh one hath drowned thee"

She's mounted on the milk white steed
And she's led the dappled gray
And she's rode till she came to her own father's hall
An hour before the day

STORYLINES
We all sing now
Careless to the silence
We all sing now
The fight for narratives

Webs they weave in shared stories
Steal ideals and shared songs
Roots they’ll burn and leaves they’ll take
A grab of common ground and land

We all sing now….

With desires from a far
Their champion, a traveller
Nutrition and sense
They still long for the barrier

We all sing now……

The togetherness they’ll try to breach
A unity they cannot teach
1 2 3 2 2 3
We’ll dance with their memories


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