Followers

Wednesday 26 May 2021

The Skids Tribute EP

The Saints Are Coming 

There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy and God, I know I'm one.

I cried to my daddy on the telephone how long now?
Until the clouds unroll and you come down the line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent your descent
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply

New birth, rebirth, trombone shorty living like birds in the magnolia trees,
Child on the rooftop, mother on her knees her sign reads, please I AM AN AMERICAN!

A drowning sorrow floods deepest grief how long now?
Until the weather change condemns belief how long now?
And once was mainly confidence believe what's wrong now?
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply

Into The Valley

Into the Valley betrothed and divine
Realisations no virtue but who can define
Why soldiers go marching those masses a line
This disease is catching from victory to stone
Land, sea and sky boy, man and soldier
Deceived and then punctured long may they die

Out of concealment blank and stark eyed
Why so uncertain this culture deceives
Prophesied, brainwashed tomorrow's demise
All systems failing the placards unroll
Land, sea and sky boy, man and soldier
Deceived and then punctured long may they die

Time for the audit the gathering trial
A collectors dilemma repositioned and filed
Into the Valley betrothed and divine
Realisations no virtue but who can define
Why soldiers go marching those masses a line
This disease is catching from victory to stone
Land, sea and sky boy, man and soldier
Deceived and then punctured long may they die

Working For The Yankee Dollar

Saw Vietnam as a partisan and wished I'd never been
As I held the rope on through the scope I wish I'd never seen
Where the air turned red as the bodies bled into a schoolboy's dream
But who were there could only stare into this wondrous scene
Yankee, to war Yankee, head high Yankee, in call Yankee, we cry
Working for the Yankee dollar working for the Yankee dollar

In Germany in the forty five, my mind was on the altar
Thought of god, the iron rod and thought that needed shelter
From 'Tragen' pain and men insane and eyes that got much colder
Saw a German son with a Yankee gun and a uniform much older
Yankee, to war Yankee, head high Yankee, in call Yankee, we cry
Working for the Yankee dollar working for the Yankee dollar

Processions bear that human flare which mark a hero's welcome
For those dead and for those shed it was a big occasion
And all flags and Yankee mags which embroidered all the meaning
In an oversight, forgot the fight, which never bore elation
Yankee, to war Yankee, head high Yankee, in call Yankee, we cry
Working for the Yankee dollar working for the Yankee dollar

Melancholy Soldiers

Who fed you to the lions when hanging from a tree
It's a case of melancholy there's no tourists at the sea
Twelve saw decaying monuments while marching on attack
Eleven watched a single thus continued on the march
Pin point toward horizon convalescent to the last
A moment lost of imagery the last word to the cast
Won't you listen to the danger I can't listen any more
This, to march along this, on indwelt seed
This is a panorama this is a soldier's creed

From this came a stranger all the marching seemed to halt
From this came a moment then the march led to assault
The dwellers took position while commanding genocide
The enemy were helpless and there's lots more besides
This, to march along this, on indwelt seed
This is a panorama this is a soldier's creed

Circus Games

Mission is a gambler the wager, the one card to play
Priest has this burden he thinks, the right thing, to say
Amid all the honour he sees, the wrong one, to share
Since child is an angel the duty, the one card prepare
Come and play circus games
Come and play at circus games
Come and play circus games
Come and play at circus games

Jury is a gambler the wager, the one card, to play
Judge has this burden he tells, the wrong one, to pay
Amid all the honour he puts, the wrong one, to trial
Since child is an angel no jury, but one card, so vile
Come and play circus games
Come and play at circus games
Come and play circus games
Come and play at circus games

Mother is a gambler the wager, the one card, to play
Birth has this burden she says no children today
Midst all dishonour she sees a heavenly noose
Since child is an angel the mother, the one child, set loose
Come and play circus games
Come and play at circus games
Come and play circus games
Come and play at circus games

Scared To Dance

Your face in the corner like some statue of gold
I want you to walk home I want you to hold
But I'm scared to dance
Said I'm scared to dance
Well, I'm scared to dance

I've seen you before and I've held your wrist
But I can't jive no, I cannot twist
But I'm scared to dance
Said I'm scared to dance
Well, I'm scared to dance

So now I walk behind you and you don't hear
Until I'm right beside you until you bleed
But I'm scared to dance
Said I'm scared to dance
Well, I'm scared to dance

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