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Not This Tide
01:54
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Have you news of my boy Jack?
Not this tide.
When d’you think that he’ll come back?
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.
Fire! Blood! Fire! Death!
Fire! Blood! Fire!
Has any one else had word of him?
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.
Fire! Blood! Fire! Death!
Fire! Blood! Fire!
“Oh, dear, what comfort can I find ?”
He did not shame his kind
Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.
based on "My Boy Jack" by Rudyard Kipling
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When you see millions of the mouthless dead
Say no soft things as the other men have said,
That you’ll remember. For you need to know!
Give them not praise. For how should they know?
These are the curses laid down on our heads!
Our names are lost
And we are the dead!
Give them not praise. For how should they know?
These are the curses laid down on our heads!
Our names are lost
And we are the dead!
Their blind eyes can't see your tears flow.
Nor where this life ends or where the honour grows
Yet, many better ones have died before you
and none wears the face that you knew!
Give them not praise. For how should they know?
These are the curses laid down on our heads!
Our names are lost
And we are the dead!
Give them not praise. For how should they know?
These are the curses laid down on our heads!
Our names are lost
And we are the dead!
We are the dead!
Seek one face you loved heretofore,
None wears the face you knew.
Great death has made all his for evermore!
based on "When you see millions of the mouthless dead" by Charles Hamilton Sorley
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What use has the peace for the millions of the dead?
(For) the millions of the living, stray in the ruins
(If you) don't have a place to lay down your head
(If you) don't have a place to bury your children
What is the use of the victory you claim
When your childen are maimed
The skin is scorched on their livid faces
You keep them away from sight
"If any questions why we died
Tell them, because our fathers lied!"
What use has the peace for the millions of the dead?
(For) the millions of the living, stray in the ruins
(If you) don't have a place to lay down your head
(If you) don't have a place to bury your children
Some die shouting by gas or fire
Some die silent, by shell and shot.
Some die desperate, caught on the wire;
Some die suddenly. This will not.
"If any questions why we died
Tell them, because our fathers lied!"
What use has the peace for the millions of the dead?
(For) the millions of the living, stray in the ruins
(If you) don't have a place to lay down your head
(If you) don't have a place to bury your children
What use has the peace for the millions of the dead?
(If you) don't have a place to bury your children?
Based on "A Death-Bed" by Rudyard Kipling
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4. |
Lions Led By Donkeys
03:25
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There is no word to name the father that lost a son
There is no hell like the one that man has done!
You are blind like us.
Your hurt no man designed,
And no man claimed
the conquest of your land.
But gropers both
through fields of thought confined
We stumble and we
do not understand.
You only saw your future bigly planned,
And we, the tapering paths of our own mind,
And in each other's dearest ways we stand,
And hiss and hate. And the blind fight the blind.
Blind fight the blind.
There is no word to name the father that lost a son
There is no hell like the one that man has done!
You only saw your future bigly planned,
And we, the tapering paths of our own mind,
And in each other's dearest ways we stand,
And hiss and hate. And the blind fight the blind.
Only the dead, have seen the end of the war! (Plato)
Based on "To Germany" by Charles Hamilton Sorley
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