"I was a pilot in a war long ago and somehow that's all that seems to matter ... now"
"Is this what I flew for? Is this the game that I was in? When my 'plane became a logo for a war of words we cannot win." Outside, England lies, spread-eagled, disempowered A victim of the stalemate game of chess
Is this what we wanted? A division of spoils we never won? (That was me, not you) And in that division, we find our aggression and bite our thumbs At anyone who doesn't share our dogma Anyone with different points of view
Viewed from above our country keeps its beauty White cliffs and moorland, hill and dale And sometimes it shocks me How deeply it moves me And I feel you can't see it any other way Which is, essentially, "The Problem"
I feel I'm wading through concrete, and Heaven knows, it's getting tight! Voices scream, and others contradict them! And the media's got so much zeal on tap Sometimes I just wanna run and hide Find some nice sand I can bury my head in When the argument's heading my way It's like being caught in a drama Some TV series that goes on for years Week by week, drip-feeding explanation And I feel like I'm caught in the over-arch While the local plot means nothing at all Reading the script.... "Did they die in the plane crash? Was the island a mishmash of flashback dreams?"
If I had a thought of my own, how long would it take to demolish it? If I had it all worked out, would you care?
And so I seek sanctuary: No comments box, no answer back, no insults You can't fight back, there's just me talking But there's always somewhere we can have our say Write down the knee jerks and (apparently) win the day Thumbs-up roll in, as if they seal the matter Put a stop to the chatter
If I had a thought of my own, how long would it take to demolish it? If I had it all worked out, would you care? Would I dare? To say it alound in this bear-pit that we built between us Set out to help us but only defeats us now
Voices scream at anyone who doesn't share our dogma Anyone with different points of view Writing it all down, pressing 'send'.... "I've had my say on the matter, perhaps I'll read yours Will that make me feel good, getting that thumbs-up applause?"
Voices scream and others contradict them Voices scream - but there's no-one to tell us who's right or wrong We started with a Flat Earth, we worshipped Sun and Moon And all the centuries of progress cannot erase those "nagging tunes" All we believe is History And History is debatable It all comes down to you And where you stand right now
Is climate change a hoax? (Well, I don't think so but according to the leader of the free world, it is) Is there anything I can do to help? (Providing I don't have to stop using the car or anything)
Lost on a sea of rife opinions The 'net takes control and adds up all the millions And cookies and mouse clicks decide how the future will be.... Crawling, or Marching? "Is this what I flew for? Is this the game that I was in? When my 'plane became a logo for a war of words we cannot win."
Adieu mes amis, ne pars pas trop longtemps Nous vivons sur un rocher, vingt cinq kilometres l'un de l'autre Et J'aime cette pays avec tout mon coeur Peut etre dans le mauvais sens Peut etre un patriote, ou un traitre Juste un personne qui est confus
And all this lost time, life slips away We spend it arguing the borders, questioning the orders "they" set Peut etre trop tard (Du bist verrucht) C'est passe (Schrecklich!) Et tout ce qui reste - un livre de reglage
And you can burn all the heather on the moor side Move the boundaries fuck knows where Decide on the owners of this patch of land And work out whose laws apply there But the hills will keep their silence Lie back, and think of England! - that's what they are! Not us!
And haze hangs over the houses on the hillside A twinkle of lights in the autumn air The TV-lit windows, the light thrum of traffic The Church and the pub, our Mam's house, they're all there But we forget to see the hillside Or remember why we came Just keep all the title deeds safe and Play the Property Game
Because every inch of England's got someone's name sewn in the collar And if you wanna change something, get ready for the holler
The "For Sale sign's come down on the old house in the high street That once was a young girl's home And they rip out her kitchen and tear up her rose beds To make room for memories of their own
But the young man she met, who picked her a rose there But never came back from the war Would never deny that things must move on His time is gone and now you have the floor
Because "There'll Always Be An England" But not one you cast that vote for Not the one that Earnest flew for Not the one you'd choose! It's the hills and the dales sticking out of the sea Not the people, not the buildings who make the rules
And the hills will keep their silence Lie back, and think of England!
I feel I'm wading through concrete, and Heaven knows, it's getting tight! Voices scream, and others contradict them! Voices scream.......
So forgive and forget Let's put this behind us And have more in our sights than this war What does not belong to us Does not belong to them Whether by treaty or by default On any shores
Don't leave me nostalgic for the wrong things in my life I don't want adventures among your grand designs of war I'll take a clear morning with the wind in my hair I beg you, in earnest, for nothing moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
