We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
/

lyrics

Perhaps…

Perhaps it‘ll be over
when I dare to open eyes
blinded by the centuries
of imperialistic lies.
When the bodies have been buried
underneath their rubble rooms
and the children all lie sleeping
In their bleak nursery tombs.

We’re raising a firestorm
across the middle east.
We’re throwing money at it –
We’re strengthening the beast.
We’re killing whole families.
You can see where we have been,
where the cities have been levelled
by the rabid war machine.

Perhaps I will be happy
with my name on a rocket
that makes its way to Syria
in some war monger’s pocket.
How many deadly missiles
does it take to kill ideas
in an enemy that deals
in terror, hate and fear?


Perhaps I’ll side with generals
who justify their cause
by the number of deaths
obliterated by their wars.
Where targets are acquired
and planes are in the air
and they don’t know what to do next
and they don’t really care.

Perhaps I’ll ignore the people
who elect to parliament,
someone they can trust
to vote with this government.
I’ll stab my Judas knife
into the back of men of peace.
The wolf in the flock,
draped in a bloody fleece.

Perhaps it will be none of this
and all will see some sense
that bombing foreign countries
is the worst form of defence -
the terrorist will not be home,
he’ll be some where else plotting
atrocities on foreign soil
while Syrian’s are rotting.

credits

from Screaming Blue Murder, released September 30, 2018
WORDS/VOCALS: Ian Whiteley
MUSIC/INSTRUMENTS: Martin Heaton
ADDITIONAL GUITAR: John Kettle

license

all rights reserved

tags

If you like The Crows Of Albion, you may also like:

Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp

On Bandcamp Radio

Saxophonist Isaiah Collier chats about his new LP and the influence of Pharoah Sanders.
listen now