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Up High
04:09
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Come my brothers
Come you fighting men
Come together while we may
We ne’er may meet again
Come all you soldiers
Sing out proud and brave
Each man fallen here before
Stirs now in his grave
So raise your voice up high
Sing God’s praises, sing for us all
And the men we will slay
And raise your voice up high
Sing for victory, sing for the way
We will honour our dead
We remember
Day’s light is passing
Soon to the night we’ll go
If we are soldiers true and true
Tomorrow we will know
Though our voices
Though we all march with you
Souls of our fathers dead and gone
March with us now so true
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2. |
Foreign Skies
05:02
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We are the men of sweat and steel
we are the men the world denies
so now we walk abandoned fields
beneath these foreign skies
We're gonna join the bitter test
And though there's some will break and fall
There's nothing here but happiness
And duty's restless call
So it calls, but only to the chosen
to the boys who landed at Liege
meet me at the station
in the glory of the sun
into the arms by which the world was won
come on and wipe away your tears
and the memories bright and gay
the laughter of unclouded years
will slowly bleed away
staring at the stars above
underneath these foreign skies
we've never been so happy love
in all our goddamned lives
all our lives, have been for nought and wasted
all our lives, soon to be redeemed
meet me at the station
with a banner and a grin
we'll watch the sun go down
on old Berlin
and when it was done and we'd carried the day
I watched her life's blood go slipping away
and I stared down, into her cold blue eyes
sweet mother Mary, deliver your grace
deliver us all from the look on her face
and the screams
the long and desperate sighs
all our lives
have been a cruel secret
all our lives
a tender age in bloom
so I drink this final cup
and rest this weary head
and watch the waters rising up
to wash away the dead
and when we're rid of this disease
and we have won the prize
I never will return to these
foreign skies
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3. |
Daughters of the Sun
04:55
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we feed the pit men
we bury our children
we stand at your cauldrons
till we are raw and bleeding
up to the fortress
strike up the chorus
the future adores us
and the past is fading
the ring's under her pillow
she's climbing out the window
to join her sisters on the run
let's take the devil down
let's shake the devil down
we'll throw the devil down
daughters of the sun
here's what you're reaping
once veiled and sleeping
now she is creeping
with the blood moon rising
destiny spoken
when the road is open
hearts have awoken
and the world’s enticing
she'll break your fine illusions
make war and confusion
join her sisters on the run
let's take the devil down
let's shake the devil down
we'll throw the devil down
daughters of the sun
now guns are waking
armies are shaking
we're theirs for the taking
for divide and conquer
she'll man the stations
keep your vocations
break with elation
only wild and stronger
the ring's under her pillow
she's climbing out the window
to join her comrades on the run
let's take the devil down
let's shake the devil down
we'll take the devil down
daughters of the sun
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4. |
The Amiens Polka
02:50
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5. |
The Bay of Suvla
02:23
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Plucked from the finest of hamlets and dales
from Sydney and Bristol and Yorkshire we hail
riding the finest of summertime gales
we’re bound for the Bay of Suvla
and it’s away, Suvla Bay
Haulin’ away to the Suvla Bay
Fare thee well my pretty young maids
We’re bound for the Bay of Suvla
our wake it is bursting right over the pier
the engines do carry this bold chevalier
to face the brave Abdul Abulbul Amir
we’re bound for the Bay of Suvla
and it's haul ‘er straight over and hard to the right
the waters are clear and the sand it is white
old mr. Stopford will set us alight
we’re bound for the Bay of Suvla
well the wind it is fair and the stars have aligned
we'll sell our salt cod for sweet olives and wine
and string up the Kaiser by thanksgiving time
we’re bound for the Bay of Suvla!
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6. |
Anna Maria
04:46
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Well the waves were breaking sharply
‘cross the oaken brigantine
the misty air came up behind
and the sky was acid green
They called me Jean LaGasse
I had just turned fifty three
the day I stood upon her deck
and put her out to sea
Sweet Anna Maria
Never More, Never more I'll see
When the thunder ripped across the bow
Well I crumbled where I stood
And I woke to find she’d kept me alive
With her final piece of wood
Don't speak to me in fancy language
I can't understand
Don't flash your pretty medals
Don't you take my blood red hand
Just tell me how you let us stray
before the pirate's gun
And tell me how to find the man
who killed my dearest one
Well he says she was U83
Some magical machine
Sent by Kaiser Willy
to the banks of the
gonna find that wretched coward
gonna break his front door down
gonna wrap my hands around his neck
and put him in the ground
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Jericho
02:05
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I saw the flash out in the moonlight
I saw my brother pale as death
I saw you hurry from your window
I saw him take his final breath
Well this was your decision
This is what you wanted
I am the higher law
I am Joshua, you know
Jericho
Herded into the town square
Your faces fixed upon the sky
no-one's coming here to save you
No-one's around to hear you cry
You had to pull the trigger
So I got to pull mine
I am the higher law
I am Joshua, you know
Jericho
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8. |
Black and White
02:32
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Well how do you do and what’s your name
and where you from sir
Welcome to the last domain
Welcome to the Somme, sir
fifty-nines for seven days
flares up on the tenth night
jesus help the man who strays
into the black and white
worms are in the carrion bread
rats are in the water
so be merry or so be dead
back into the slaughter
she don't the color ya blood
read between the lines, sir
follow me into the mud
it's not your time sir
Walk into the black and white
Come underground
for Death is on the prowl tonight
The Black and white
some say the devil is dead
but in my opinion
she's as real as you or I
This is her dominion
plus ca change plus c’est la meme
lovely observation
come the morning she'll arrange
a demonstration
well didja know his father well
were you both at Clifton
did he play beneath the boughs
of his daddy's Lindens
now he's face down in the ground
turning into dust, sir
who gave him this final round
who did he trust, sir?
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Gavrilo
04:36
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Hello my dear old friend
Good to see your face again
How is your little cell?
Do they treat you well?
The last time that we met
Your blood was running hot
Your handshake it was fine
You’re happy then you’re not
Gavrilo you’re mine
The silver bullet would not miss
There was a poison in that kiss
Come on, come on,
Take my hand
Gavrilo
Now tell me how it feels
To see it all revealed
To see the world aflame
A curse upon your name
Machines that will not quit
Obscenity and sin
I hope you will permit
This crooked little grin
No matter how your good book reads
In the beginning was the deed
Did you ever wonder how you got your name?
And why the people here all look the same?
The angel Gabriel appeared, they got his message loud and clear
And now they’re on their knees, crying father please
They wallow in disease, and sing in minor keys
No matter how your good book reads
In the beginning was the deed
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This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight;
The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves;
The sidewalks shone like alleys of dropped maple leaves,
And the houses ran along them laughing out of square, open windows.
Under a tree in the park,
Two little boys, lying flat on their faces,
Were carefully gathering red berries
To put in a pasteboard box.
Some day there will be no war,
Then I shall take out this afternoon
And turn it in my fingers,
And remark the sweet taste of it upon my palate,
And note the crisp variety of its flights of leaves.
To-day I can only gather it
And put it into my lunch-box,
For I have time for nothing
But the endeavour to balance myself
Upon a broken world.
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11. |
Black Letters
03:59
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He was just 18
when he saw her smiling face
As she danced along the streets of Montreal
And in 1916
she gave her hand for him to hold
In the church beneath the ancient city walls
But now he lies awake, staring in the dark
At the eyes of of million tiny gods
And when the sun goes up, they’ll go over the top, for good….
So he writes her Black Letters
By the time you read these words
There will be no more war
There will be only peace
He was her only son
And she rocked him back and forth
In the cradle of the tall Alberta grain
And he was scarce a man
When he answered the call
left her crying as as he stepped onto the train
And she was all alone, staring at the moon
When his body hit the sand beneath Calais
And when the sun came up, his words were on the steps for her
And she read his black letters…
The day will come
Where we look into the eyes
Of a fate that is much greater than us all
And by the setting sun
We’ll write the words we’d wish to echo
In the hearts of our loved ones should we fall
Those thin dark lines, so delicate and fine,
Like a road that could show the way back home
But at the ending of the day, our memories will fade for good
Except for our black letters
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12. |
Back Home in Bristol
04:03
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bless me father I have sinned
bless me if you may
by the power of jesus christ
I came to you this day
I am just a middle farmer's boy
Jim wilson is my name
and I've been out hard where devil runs
I'll never go again
well yes I know my duty sir
and I know the god I serve
I tried to stay out in the eastern line
I tried to keep my nerve
but all I could see were lily white arms
and a gold and silken dress
and all I could hear was a country dance
and a calling from the west
chorus:
well I wish I were back home in Bristol again
raising a cider with West Countrymen
rolling in the arms of the the fair Kitty Wrenne
back home in Bristol again
back home in Bristol again
seventeen days and seventeen nights
we held up underground
through misty panes and thick green light
I saw death raining down
and when it all was finished
I just turned away in fear
bless me father and and hold my hand
until the dawn is here
(chorus)
I hear the party coming down
to wrest me from my cell
father don't you pray for me
or speak to me of hell
just deliver me a little song
and a final taste of rum
and tell the buggers who shoot me down
just where ol' jimmy's from
(chorus)
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