Folksy

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You didn't see me yesterday, you won't see me today
Just another homeless vagrant getting in your way
Another pile of cardboard, another handmade sign
Another plea for cents to spend on cigarettes and wine

But I was the child of a mother, and I'm parent to a son
I served our country's army but my service days are done
I don't have a home to go to, I don't have a job that pays
I spend my life on the sidewalk - and people just look away

I'm not a good-for-nothing, don't take handouts for drugs and beer
Don't kid yourself bud - I'd rather be - anywhere - than here.
There's no work without housing - no home if there's no graft
There's no point in dreaming of a shift not fully staffed

You give a hand to refugees and other foreign folk
Tho charity begins at home - or is that just a joke?
Meet my eyes in the daytime - talk to me if you dare
But don't pass by on the other side pretending I'm not there

I hear the talk of migrants, of those lost out at sea
Hoping to get to America - land of the rich and free
They'd only need to meet me and the rush to come would cease
Cos I may have won a battle but I lost the bloody peace.

My dreams are full of screaming, my nights are full of pain
And tomorrow I will see you - pass on the other side again.
Just like you did after Gettysburg, Pearl Harbour and Guam,
Okinawa, Iwo Jima and the nightmare of Khe Sanh...

You'll always need an army - those who'll fight and die,
And you'll watch the Band of Brothers with a tear in your eye -
Everyone loves a uniform - but remember who’s inside.
Give a hand when it's needed - don't pass by on the other side...

Pass by on the other side

Out the earth you drag our old and tired bones
You dig our sacred places, and you steal our ancient stones
You take our children's grave goods
Leave their souls to drift
You pry and poke in dust and mud
But it never was your gift

Around her little neck I tied the beaded string
Her mother's tears gently cleansed the finger ring
The meal of grain was there to see her on her way
You didn't think, just stole the bowl to show in your display

You didn't feel the soil when it was damp with tears
You waited for the passing of many a hundred years
But she is yet my daughter - and he is still my son
And you will hold his bones and mine before today is done

So lift the turf with careful hands
My sword and shield boss raid
Take my bones from out this land
But there's forfeit to be paid...
Forfeit to be paid.

Curse


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You didn't see me yesterday, you won't see me today
Just another homeless vagrant getting in your way
Another pile of cardboard, another handmade sign
Another plea for cents to spend on cigarettes and wine

But I was the child of a mother, and I'm parent to a son
I served our country's army but my service days are done
I don't have a home to go to, I don't have a job that pays
I spend my life on the sidewalk - and people just look away

I'm not a good-for-nothing, don't take handouts for drugs and beer
Don't kid yourself bud - I'd rather be - anywhere - than here.
There's no work without housing - no home if there's no graft
There's no point in dreaming of a shift not fully staffed

You give a hand to refugees and other foreign folk
Tho charity begins at home - or is that just a joke?
Meet my eyes in the daytime - talk to me if you dare
But don't pass by on the other side pretending I'm not there

I hear the talk of migrants, of those lost out at sea
Hoping to get to America - land of the rich and free
They'd only need to meet me and the rush to come would cease
Cos I may have won a battle but I lost the bloody peace.

My dreams are full of screaming, my nights are full of pain
And tomorrow I will see you - pass on the other side again.
Just like you did after Gettysburg, Pearl Harbour and Guam,
Okinawa, Iwo Jima and the nightmare of Khe Sanh...

You'll always need an army - those who'll fight and die,
And you'll watch the Band of Brothers with a tear in your eye -
Everyone loves a uniform - but remember who’s inside.
Give a hand when it's needed - don't pass by on the other side...

Pass by on the other side

Out the earth you drag our old and tired bones
You dig our sacred places, and you steal our ancient stones
You take our children's grave goods
Leave their souls to drift
You pry and poke in dust and mud
But it never was your gift

Around her little neck I tied the beaded string
Her mother's tears gently cleansed the finger ring
The meal of grain was there to see her on her way
You didn't think, just stole the bowl to show in your display

You didn't feel the soil when it was damp with tears
You waited for the passing of many a hundred years
But she is yet my daughter - and he is still my son
And you will hold his bones and mine before today is done

So lift the turf with careful hands
My sword and shield boss raid
Take my bones from out this land
But there's forfeit to be paid...
Forfeit to be paid.

Curse

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You didn't see me yesterday, you won't see me today
Just another homeless vagrant getting in your way
Another pile of cardboard, another handmade sign
Another plea for cents to spend on cigarettes and wine

But I was the child of a mother, and I'm parent to a son
I served our country's army but my service days are done
I don't have a home to go to, I don't have a job that pays
I spend my life on the sidewalk - and people just look away

I'm not a good-for-nothing, don't take handouts for drugs and beer
Don't kid yourself bud - I'd rather be - anywhere - than here.
There's no work without housing - no home if there's no graft
There's no point in dreaming of a shift not fully staffed

You give a hand to refugees and other foreign folk
Tho charity begins at home - or is that just a joke?
Meet my eyes in the daytime - talk to me if you dare
But don't pass by on the other side pretending I'm not there

I hear the talk of migrants, of those lost out at sea
Hoping to get to America - land of the rich and free
They'd only need to meet me and the rush to come would cease
Cos I may have won a battle but I lost the bloody peace.

My dreams are full of screaming, my nights are full of pain
And tomorrow I will see you - pass on the other side again.
Just like you did after Gettysburg, Pearl Harbour and Guam,
Okinawa, Iwo Jima and the nightmare of Khe Sanh...

You'll always need an army - those who'll fight and die,
And you'll watch the Band of Brothers with a tear in your eye -
Everyone loves a uniform - but remember who’s inside.
Give a hand when it's needed - don't pass by on the other side...

Pass by on the other side

Out the earth you drag our old and tired bones
You dig our sacred places, and you steal our ancient stones
You take our children's grave goods
Leave their souls to drift
You pry and poke in dust and mud
But it never was your gift

Around her little neck I tied the beaded string
Her mother's tears gently cleansed the finger ring
The meal of grain was there to see her on her way
You didn't think, just stole the bowl to show in your display

You didn't feel the soil when it was damp with tears
You waited for the passing of many a hundred years
But she is yet my daughter - and he is still my son
And you will hold his bones and mine before today is done

So lift the turf with careful hands
My sword and shield boss raid
Take my bones from out this land
But there's forfeit to be paid...
Forfeit to be paid.

Curse


About Me

Bio

Poet and lyricist, wide ranging in style and content. Folk/country preferred genre but contemporary in content. Cotswold based- city
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CV/History

Published and prize winning poet - 1st class degree in English- collaborated with son on released album- disciplined and deadline aware.

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