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On a cold night in Syria
03:42
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There’s fire lighting up the sky
Mortars are overhead
The native people of these lands
are now displaced or dead
And in amongst the madness
there are thousands of refugees with nothing to eat
On a cold night in Syria
There’s angels watching over them
with rifles in their hands
The protectors of the people
every woman and man
And if you ever fought for freedom
with them you should stand where the martyrs died
On a cold night in Syria
Hear the children screaming in the streets
because mom and dad have died
This war machine's an industry
Rotten and sour inside
There’ll be snipers on the rooftops
and bodies on the ground when the sun goes down
On a cold night in Syria
So spare a thought, shed a tear,
do everything you can
Their villages are battlefields
Their cities overran
The fighter jets are raining down hellfire in the sand
In Kurdistan
On this cold night in Syria
Copyright Lee Brickley 2018
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Goodbye Theresa
03:02
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Oh the winds are drastically changing
Your season has come to an end
The people have risen like lions
And it looks like you've lost all your friends
The tides have turned and your stuck out at sea
The bubble has burst in your face
One thing you forget about this great country
Is that we always have the last say
So take your arms dealing friends
Tell them never, ever, again
We are are nation of lovers
And we don't kill our brothers
You pulled the wool over our eyes
The corruption was beyond belief
You lied and deceived when you took us to war
Now all anyone wants is peace
So take your arms dealing friends
Tell them never, ever, again
We are are nation of lovers
And we don't kill our brothers
And everybody's looking happy now
It's nice to finally have some hope
All we've got to do is roll our sleeves up
And work together as we grow
Oh the winds are drastically changing
Your season has come to an end
The people have risen like lions
And it looks like you've lost all your friends
it looks like you've lost all your friends
it looks like you've lost all your friends
You've got no friends
Copyright Lee Brickley 2018
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One last joint
02:56
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Everyone needs a hero and Howard was mine
He flaunted the law, and he even did time
For a cause he believed in, saw through all the lies
So I'm lighting one last joint to Howard's demise
Entrepreneur recruited as a spy
Wanted by agents at the FBI
43 passports, always fucking high
Known to his closest friends as Mr Nice
Mr it's so nice to meet you
Thank you for taking a stand
Your name will live on beyond you
We planted your seed all over this land
Running with shipments flew from Pakistan
He smoked in the mountains of Afghanistan
Sticky black tar and a roach in his hand
Smuggling into Shannon thanks to Jim McCann
Taken from Spain and then locked in a cell
They couldn't break him in that old living hell
He kept his head and helped others as well
The cracker from Wales with a story to tell
Everyone needs a hero and Howard was mine
He flaunted the law, and he even did time
For a cause he believed in, saw through all the lies
So I'm lighting one last joint to Howard's demise
I'm lighting one last joint to Howard's demise
Copyright Lee Brickley 2018
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I ain't marching anymore
03:05
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Oh I wen;t to the battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war
The young land started growing
The young blood started flowing
But I ain't marchin' anymore
I killed my share of Indians
In a thousand different fights
I was there at the Little Big Horn
I must have killed my brothers
And so many others
But I ain't marchin anymore
It's always the old to lead us to the war
It's always the young to fall
Now look at all we've won with the saber and the gun
Tell me is it worth it all
They sailed me over to the German trench
In a war that was bound to end all wars
Oh I must have killed a million men
And now they want me back again
But I ain't marchin' anymore
For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky
Set off the mighty mushroom roar
When I saw the cities burning
I knew that I was learning
That I ain't marchin' anymore
Now the labor leader's screamin' when they close the missile plants,
United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore,
Call it "Peace" or call it "Reason, "
Call it "Love" or call it "Treason, "
But I ain't marchin' any more.
Lyrics copyright Phil Ochs
Performance: Lee Brickley 2018
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Skripal and his daughter
02:24
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They said it on the news today
that Russia is to blame
For poisoning a ex-spy down on Sailsbury Plane
The government was quick to point the finger overseas
They claim it's "highly likely" but we all know what that means
It's bad
Looks like another false flag
When asked to provide evidence
The request was denied
And half of all the scientists at porton down resigned
They said they cannot stand by a single word that Boris said
And they fear like David Kelly that they're gonna end up dead
It's bad
Looks like another false flag
It's bad
Looks like another false flag
The drums of war are beating now
with diplomats expelled
Conflict creates profit, and they know that all to well
The story then got stranger still
Their worst nightmare come true
Against all odds
Skripal and his daughter both pulled through
copyright Lee Brickley 2018
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6. |
Saint Patrick Battalion
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My name is John Riley
I'll have your ear only a while
I left my dear home in Ireland
It was death, starvation or exile
And when I got to America
It was my duty to go
Enter the Army and slog across Texas
To join in the war against Mexico
It was there in the pueblos and hillsides
That I saw the mistake I had made
Part of a conquering army
With the morals of a bayonet blade
So in the midst of these poor, dying Catholics
Screaming children, the burning stench of it all
Myself and two hundred Irishmen
Decided to rise to the call
(Chorus)
From Dublin City to San Diego
We witnessed freedom denied
So we formed the Saint Patrick Battalion
And we fought on the Mexican side
We marched 'neath the green flag of Saint Patrick
Emblazoned with "Erin Go Bragh"
Bright with the harp and the shamrock
And "Libertad para Mexicana"
Just fifty years after Wolftone
Five thousand miles away
The Yanks called us a Legion of Strangers
And they can talk as they may
(Chorus)
We fought them in five major battles
Churobusco was the last
Overwhelmed by the cannons from Boston
We fell after each mortar blast
Most of us died on that hillside
In the service of the Mexican state
So far from our occupied homeland
We were heroes and victims of fate
(Chorus)
Lyrics by David Rovics
Performance by Lee Brickley
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7. |
Song for the YPJ
03:26
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Have you heard about a people
and their occupied homelands
They fought alongside allies in the war against saddam
The liberators of Rojava
Those brave women our friends
Some gave their lives for freedom
and they'd do it all again
So I sing today for the YPJ
in solidarity for those in Kurdistan
There's martrs there from almost everywhere
They come from far and wide to lend a hand
If only everyone could understand
The revolution rests in their loving hands
Those guerrillas fought islamic state
and all that they stood for
Put an end to the caliphate
a bolt across the door
The women's protection unit
was the first of its kind
The jihadis ran when they saw ladies behind the gun sights
So I sing today for the YPJ
in solidarity for those in Kurdistan
There's martrs there from almost everywhere
They come from far and wide to lend a hand
If only everyone could understand
The revolution rests in their loving hands
There's something strange happening
Turkey has intervened
And pushed our freedom fighters
right out of Afrin
The government is sanctioning
A pillage by the state
and murdering the very people they vow to protect
So I sing today for the YPJ
in solidarity for those in Kurdistan
There's martrs there from almost everywhere
They come from far and wide to lend a hand
If only everyone could understand
The revolution rests in their loving hands
So I sing today for the YPJ
in solidarity for those in Kurdistan
There's martrs there from almost everywhere
They come from far and wide to lend a hand
If only everyone could understand
The revolution rests in their loving hands
Have you heard about a people
and their occupied homelands
They fought alongside allies in the war against saddam
The liberators of Rojava
Those brave women and men
Some gave their lives for freedom
and they'd do it all again
So I sing today for the YPJ
in solidarity for those in Kurdistan
There's martrs there from almost everywhere
They come from far and wide to lend a hand
If only everyone could understand
The revolution rests in their loving hands
copyright Lee Brickley 2018
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I believe in worker's control of the means of production
This wage slavery is no better than prostitution
I wanna see the disbanding of all the nations
And a new society built by social innovation
I just can't support imperialist monarchies
That's why I'm buying gunpowder and screaming "fuck the queen"
Those upper-class, fox hunting pricks had better move away
Because the labels on my petrol bombs are spelling out their names
When I'm not out getting pissed
I'm a freedom fighting, state smashing, anarcho-communist
And I'll fly my flag red and black every day
The revolution is only three more shots away
Now I might not have the backing of a nuclear arsenal
But I can do some damage to their faces with this barstool
The landlords own everything, the politicians lie
The royal family stole their jewels and MI6 poisons spies
I just can't support imperialist monarchies
That's why I'm buying gunpowder and screaming "fuck the queen"
Those upper-class, fox hunting pricks had better move away
Because the labels on my petrol bombs are spelling out their names
When I'm not out getting pissed
I'm a freedom fighting, state smashing, anarcho-communist
And I'll fly my flag red and black every day
The revolution is only three more shots away
When the fighting's over I'll paint rainbows on the palace
And light up my newly legalised herbs in a chalice
The workers all around the world with breathe sighs of relief
Because we put an end to tyranny and saved the Middle East
I just can't support imperialist monarchies
That's why I'm buying gunpowder and screaming "fuck the queen"
Those upper-class, fox hunting pricks had better move away
Because the labels on my petrol bombs are spelling out their names
When I'm not out getting pissed
I'm a freedom fighting, state smashing, anarcho-communist
And I'll fly my flag red and black every day
The revolution is only three more shots away
copyright Lee Brickley 2018
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Lee Brickley Birmingham, UK
Lee Brickley is a political songwriter from the UK. Please download a song or two and help support independent music!
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