LYRICS

Line Two
The smoke might not fill the rooms like it once did
But there’s hot air a plenty as they scoff about the bids
And the chair upon which they sit was built by sweat and tears
A throne from which they make the choices that’ll thunder through the years

And you wish you could listen to how they made their mind
A toss-up between your house and their precious line
But don’t worry that track is going to carry your pot of gold!
You’re getting sick of their decisions, never asked just told

And if your train must come through here
Tell me when can it disappear
Tell me when can it disappear

It’ll trundle through the countryside as your grandfather walked before
Stop to drop the shiny shoes off they’re a different kind of pure
And where’s this going anyway to a future strong and bold?
No a race to blandness and competition to be controlled

The roads are getting chocker we need something else to take the stress
Why can’t we all just calm down for once enjoy the mess
They say they’re gonna stop flying from the smoke to make their cash
Don’t believe it for a second we’re heading for a crash

Of course it’s not that bad here we don’t even get the real cold
But please don’t tell me that I can’t be bought or sold
The cheque books not got a little box for the likes of me and you
We’ve achieved so much more together we can all come through

And there’s more to real change than you sitting there making a plan
We don’t have to be enemies we can all enjoy this land
So don’t meddle with the banks, the reeds don't let the tab rise
We can do it we can find something else to idolise

All The While
You make so much sense to me
Give a reason for me to be
All the while

I watch the rain drop on your skin
I’m happy just taking you in
All the while

Don’t wait up for me
Don’t wait by the phone
Close your eyes

I always see something new
In a short gaze into you
All the while

The stars need not align
We don’t need stuff like that this time
All the while

In the hunt for the best of the pack
When I struggle you take the flack
All the while

In the garden the flowers bloom
In my head lift the gloom
All the While

There’s never been need for head over heels
Just an easy carefree deal
All the while

Seven Hills
I’m sat here watching shadows form at the bottom of the tree
And the fruit upon the ground it is riper than you see
And the book that’s in my lap the words have stopped jumping out
A moment for contemplation, to let in all the doubt

Like the man who sends the signals to the moon and calls them back
And the carrots in the soil though mine are red and his are black
Not a real living difference between his life and mine
Just peculiarities of geography of weather and of time

And I can think of home the seven hills but they’re obstructions to my view
And one day I’ll be back there but isn’t it better if we flew?
If there’s a real rush to get back can those things not come to me?
What difference can we make if we follow only what we see?

Of the bricks and mortar that stand there, what is really mine?
A solid construction in the ground or a figment of my mind?
And what’s the real reason for us to solidify our place?
Selfishness or duty or an honest sense of place?

But things are getting clearer now though in colour not white or black
Open the page draw a line or a circle on your map
It’ll give you somewhere for you to go for you to spend a while
A mental space a contented place for you to reconcile

1908
Why don’t you all rise to action
Never let this ruling faction
In our communities spread distraction
Scatter all their bands

Freedoms banner can be o’er us
Freedoms cause can be victorious
Freedoms triumph shall be glorious
Fought for by our hands

Shoulder press to shoulder now
Onwards march don’t you bow
Or an open path we’ll never see
Don’t shirk now from victory

Honest principles inspire us
The protection of the gentry fires us
The right in unity cannot tire us
’til the work is done

Everyone should be straining
Foot by foot vantage gaining
’til a real cause is reigning
And the fight is won

Honest government shall rule us
One that leads but does not school us
The snakes’ tricks will no longer fool us
We’ve a better way

Equal right shall all be sharing
Equal burdens all be bearing
Each for all for all each caring
We’ve a better way

Walter
Nine is no time to change all you know
All the people the lives the times
Third in line of those still fighting now
Like Belluno mountains you climbed

You were gallant and calm through the Somme and the Fen
Bold and sure to defend
Not white enough for their medal of bronze
Now your soul lives on

They say you’ll never lose a game
So Walter leave that dive
Come up here to the smoke and live
Our new hero born our kid

In the western backwater they did jibe
Taunts that soon took their toll
You’d raised as high as they were willing to know
Forced to move on and go

When the demons of Europe rose
You and your twenty six did rise
Through France through Spain and back again
From shield to battlefield

But once more for your guise was poor
Skill and bravery ignored again
And to you they gave pithy thanks
Obligations ignored or feigned

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


FACEBOOK

TWITTER

ITUNES

YOUTUBE

Copyright © 2018 Greg Russell | Designed by JPM Media