Letras:
Pj Harvey

: 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

: 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

: 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

: 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

: 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

: 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

: 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 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

: 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