Traitor's Hill

by Paper Rifles

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1.
Sat and wrote a list of all the things that I’ve done wrong And ticked them one by one 
I won’t pick up the telephone, I won’t answer the door Or letters from the floor
 The greatest change is made alone

 My pen cuts words on paper that can’t help but feel too thin Just like my skin 
It’s no call for sympathy, the devil might be here But he’s my kin
 The greatest change is made alone 

Left my house, left my work, left my friends
 Sat at night with glass in hand, consequence be damned Damned 
The greatest change is made alone
2.
You charge the voters by the hour With a look so sweet and a taste so sour So bring your blades, chop heads of state Or loop the rope and kick away the crate Can I get a witness, or will we let the sleeping dogs lie in? The best of our intents will kill us all The price of fear will cost us dear So you’d best turn off all those televisions The words between the lines are clear If you ditch the cross and the superstition Can I get a witness, or will we let the sleeping dogs lie in? The best of our intentions blind our eyes and burn our skin I’ll believe in something it doesn’t take a leap of faith to see The things we do while we’re alive are all that matter to me
3.
Some folk they thing the bastards will come in fancy dress A re-run of the monsters, a nod to the grotesque They enter with the flowers to hide the clenched tight fist Just say what we’re all thinking, but it’s a thought I must have missed It started as a joke, but no-one’s laughing now It started as a joke, but no-one’s laughing now The lies our leaders spoke have burned our bridges down It’s hard to see the forest when you’ve burned down all the trees And call that wasteland civilisation, or freedom if you please It’s hard to raise your voices when you’re living on your knees And call that wasteland civilisation, or freedom if you please It started as a joke, but no-one’s laughing now
4.
Hail to the thief and a witch on trial The wood burns fast on a righteous fire Coffins and coffers are theirs to fill And the truth will rot on a traitor’s hill There’s blood in the water, oh my god There’s blood on the wind That was my truth now you tell me yours It’s the loudest voices that matter most So stock up your cellars and bar your doors Now that war is peace and that peace is war There’s blood in the water, oh my god There’s blood on the wind The faithful pray to heaven and the faithless gasp for air Cemeteries are all we need to lay our liars bare There’s blood in the water, oh my god There’s blood on the wind
5.
Sea Legs 02:13
I heard the weather warning On the radio this morning Telling me the wind is going to change If we stumble overboard we’ll surely drown So I’m begging sea legs, please don’t fail me now Now the swell it leaves us sprawling And the sirens they come calling Out to us with songs of martyred fame But if we stumble overboard we’ll surely drown Will the passing bells ring out in our hometown? Will our friends and families gather round a hole in the ground? God I’m begging sea legs, please don’t fail me now At the mercy of the fates In that dress your father hates We will face down walls of waves But if we stumble overboard we’ll surely drown So I’m begging sea legs, please don’t fail me now
6.
It’s a special kind of medicine that we dispense today That takes away the suffering by filling up the graves Don’t you read the papers, or sit round your tv? An iron will is all there is to mark you out from me And it’s getting hard to find Where you’ve hidden your hearts and minds I don’t know how to make myself any clearer So will you… Put your money where your mouth is, your best foot forward You know we’ll be winning the hearts and minds Remember what your father said “Oh my son, we’re only cruel to be kind” With your finger on the trigger and arms wide open You know we’ll be winning the hearts and minds We’re going to leave the cities aflame with freedom Even if everyone dies
7.
Judas 02:34
I was so certain when I was younger But I’m pretty sure I was quite the hardest work 
Now my head hurts and both my shoulders Are worn with the weight of the world and what it’s worth 

 Are these thirty pieces of silver All that it took to drown out that youthful shout? 
If I’ve sold us down the river I’m the only one who can start to bail us out 

I might be grey in the mirror but the portrait looks like me...

 Blackened lightning splits my sight
 Just the cost of war with a sleepless night 
And I just don’t know if I’m getting this right 
 But I try, I try
8.
Headstrong 03:35
Here come the waterworks again I never was quite sure how to deal with them There is no room in here for weakness Nor the space to gasp for air So hold on Dry your eyes son now, you’re a man Keep that mouth shut tight like I know you can I’d rather shake your hand than ask you why your hands are shaking So they say Chin up, chin up The stiffest lips will sink our ships now Chin up, chin up Be headstrong or be dead wrong Dead wrong
9.
Cemetery Sea 02:40
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
10.
Atlas 04:40
I’ll wait for someone I know To tell me straight where I ought to go It’s the road less travelled, it’s a tale unravelled Wrapped again in what we call a lie If you can’t be heard in the written word You have to wonder why If I can’t fake it and you can’t take it all on you Then Atlas was a myth, or a man, but no hero Can’t wait forever I know It’s getting late and I need something to show For my endeavours, my success and failures Balanced out by creeping march of time I’ll fall on my sword just to be ignored And lay it on the line If I can’t fake it and you can’t take it all on you Then Atlas was a myth, or a man, but no hero And I’m not saying I could do better But I can do better than you You could say that I’m being clever But I’m being clever for you

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“We can endure neither our vices nor the remedies needed to cure them.” – Titus Livius

Jon – vocals and guitars
Kevin – guitars and vocals
Kieran – bass
James – drums, guitars and keys

Recorded, mixed and mastered by James Johnson, 2019/20.
All songs (c) Paper Rifles. Cemetery Sea originally recorded by Curators. Artwork and layout by Designidge.

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released June 29, 2020

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Acoustic/indie/punk/rock/singing/hectoring from Edinburgh. Anti-Manifesto and MTAT Records. Get to the chorus.

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