: The West's asleep. Let England shake, weighted down with silent dead. I fear our blood won't rise again. England's dancing days are done. Another
: Goddamn' Europeans! Take me back to beautiful England & the grey, damp filthiness of ages, fog rolling down behind the mountains, & on the graveyards
: I've seen and done things I want to forget; I've seen soldiers fall like lumps of meat, Blown and shot out beyond belief. Arms and legs were in the
: Death was everywhere, in the air and in the sounds coming off the mounds of Bolton's Ridge. Death's anchorage. When you rolled a smoke or told a joke
: Bitter branches spreading out. There?s none more bitter than the wood. Into the wide world, it grows, twisting under soldier?s feet, standing in
: We got up early, washed our faces, walked the fields and put up crosses. Passed through the damned mountains, went hellwards, and some of us returned
: I live and die through England Through England It leaves a sadness Remedies never were within my reach I cannot go on as I am Withered vine reaching
: How is our glorious country ploughed? Not by iron ploughs Our lands is ploughed by tanks and feet, Feet Marching Oh, America Oh, England How is our
: Walker sees the mist rise Over no man's land He sees in front of him A smashed up waste ground There are no fields or trees No blades of grass Just
: (feat. Mick Harvey) Louis was my dearest friend Fighting in the ANZAC trench Louis ran forward from the line I never saw him again Later in the dark
: People throwing dinars at the belly-dancers In a sad circus by a trench of burning oil People throw belongings; a lifetime's earnings Amongst the scattered
: April, how could I not have seen April, you coming April how could I've Worn inappropriate clothing? April, all that careful stepping, Rounding of
: I think I saw you in the shadows I move in closer beneath your windows Who would suspect me of this rapture? And who but my black hearted love And
: I imagine a dream In which I'm a soldier And I'm walking On the faces Of dead women And everyone I've Left behind me It's the year when The troops
: I went to you, a woman-man A courageous friend, I thought But turned out so wrong was I When we were up against the wall He had chicken-liver balls
: I, I, I will I will not I will not No, I will not No, I will not I won't I won't I will not I will not I will not I will not I will not I will not
: Let's Talk Let's talk Let the dirt fall Let Heads Roll No kind hand is reaching out for me tonight I slept facing the wall I dreamt of buildings in
: Had do we cope With the days after a death? Empty days, nothing left Not even a funeral I see shapes falling inside Paintings Animals and humans,
