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Politics
03:16
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Every young man pins his colours to a mast
Piles the liars high, smiles, and lights a match
But I'm an old man now, settled in my ways
I learned that mixing drinks and politics won't pay
I remember that December when school books would speak the truth to me
Set my hindsights on that dark night of empires and insecurity
I will prosper from the gospel of men and the gods they thought they'd be
Choose my colours and my lovers too quickly, and oh so carelessly
But I will wake my soul
Or at least the part of it I can't disown
And I will take the roll call of all the fighting truths I can't let go
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The Barricades Built
03:37
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Here we will stand under flags dyed to red
This one's from the heart, but it aims for the head
We'll stand behind barricades built from the furniture we took from home
The rivers run red with the words that we said and the blood that we owe
Man makes a martyr and Christ makes a saint
Tie colours to masts, but they change with the paint
So now we must shoulder our rifles and answer our calling to arms
It'll be over by Christmas, then back to the family and back to the farm
They say that this country, it speaks to your soul
Well that's just as well 'cause my body is broken and leaden with holes
So stand up, bear your arms and bare your chest
Bet your bottom dollar that this life is a test for the next
The years bleed us dry but the penny won't drop
As we kill off the sons that we raised with the crops
The battle lines scored in the soil are too heavy with loss to ignore
So it's on with the cap and the boots and the march to the end of it all
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Cemetery Sea
02:20
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My last will and my testament
Will be found in spray and in salted scent
This wood might float but it won't hold fast
So I raise a smile as I breathe my last
I'll join the tide and I'll fill the swell
With a headstone carved out of sand and shells
There are no hymns down here, only songs sung soft
To the rolling mass with the ships to toss
Lay me down to sleep and bury me in an open grave in a cemetery sea
Arrested by the seaside's glow, the penny arcades and the twilight shows
Welcome to your very own graveyard home from home
Sing forever more
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Paper Rifles Edinburgh, UK
Acoustic/indie/punk/rock/singing/hectoring from Edinburgh. Anti-Manifesto and MTAT Records. Get to the chorus.
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