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Looks a bit of an old codger nowadays (like the rest of us!).
It'll always be 1989 in Seahorse 'n' Billy's world
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey" he said "Grab your things
I've come to take you home."
Black EyedPeas= Can't give my honest opinion here .Lets just say it starts with S and ends in T
This makes me cry for a different set of reasons- but I still cry.
There comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who won't anymore and who always will. Don't worry about people from your past, there's a reason why they didn't make it in your future.
Has anybody seen the advert for the new Season 'White' on the BBC. Billy Bragg singing Jerusalem?
I have it on a cassette by BB, brilliant, all the left wing anthems including the original version of The Red Flag and the rewritten (by BB and Pete Seeger) version of the Internationale.
Had a quiet weep this morning when listening to them.
I know a lot of people hate it & it's not 'in' to like them but Coldplay's 'Fix You' chokes me up, I have been known to start sobbing in Waterstone's bookshop when it's playing in the background! YouTube - Coldplay_Fix You
I agree, a lot of Kate Rusby's work can get the taps dripping. Last year, I found Cherry Ghost's 'People Help The People' an eye waterer, this year Band Of Horses 'No one's gonna love you' is right up there too. Then there's always bits of Nick Drake, Jeff Buckley, 'Bonnie Price Billy', Radiohead, the sound of John Peel's voice.......
June Tabor - No Man's Land/Flowers of the Forest (Ashes and Diamonds)
Well, how do you do, Private William McBride,
Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done.
And I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916,
Well, I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?
Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?
Did the rifles fire o'er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined?
And, though you died back in 1916,
To that loyal heart are you forever 19?
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Forever enshrined behind some glass pane,
In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?
The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard that's still No Man's Land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man.
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.
And I can't help but wonder, no Willie McBride,
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you "The Cause?"
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
For Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again.…
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