Love Ire & Song
Well a teacher of mine once told me
That life was just a list
Of disappointments and defeats
And you could only do your best
And I said: "Well that's a fucking cop out
You're just washed up and you're tired
And when I get to your age, well
I won't be such a coward"
But these days I sit at home
Known to shout at my TV
And punk rock didn't live up to what I'd hoped that it could be
And all the things that I believed
With all my heart when I was young
Are just coasters for beers and clean surfaces for drugs
And I've packed all my pamphlets with my bibles
At the back of the shelf
Well it was bad enough, the feeling
The first time it hit
When you realized your parents
Had let the world all go to shit
And that the values and ideals
For which many had fought and died
Had been killed off in the committees
And left to die by the way-side
But it was worse when we turned
To the kids on the left
And got let down again by some poor excuse for protest
Yeah, by idiot fucking hippies
In fifty different factions
Who are locked inside some kind of 60s battle re-enactment
And I hung up my banner in disgust
And I head for the door
Oh, but once
We were young and we were crass enough to care
But I guess you live and learn
We won't make that mistake again, no
Oh, but surely
Just for one day, yeah, we could fight
And we could win
And if only for a little while
We could insist on the impossible
Well, we've been a good few hours drinking
So I'm gonna say what everyone's thinking
If we're stuck on this ship and it's sinking
Then we might as well have a parade
So if it's still gonna hurt in the morning
And a better plan's yet to get forming
Then where's the harm spending an evening
In manning the old barricades?
So come on old friends, to the streets
Let's be 1905 but not 1917
Let's be heroes, let's be martyrs
Let's be radical thinkers
Who never have to test drive the least of their dreams
Let's divide up the world into the damned and the saved
And then ride to the valley like the old Light Brigade
And straighten our backs, and we won't be afraid
And they'll celebrate our deaths with a national parade
So come on
Let's be young
Let's be crass enough to care
Let's refuse to live and learn
Let's make all our mistakes again, yes
And then darling, just for one day, yeah
We can fight
And we can win
And if only for a little while
We could insist on the impossible
Leave the mourning to the morning
Yeah, pain can be killed
With aspirin tablets and vitamin pills
But memories of hope
And of glorious defeat
Are a little bit harder to beat
That life was just a list
Of disappointments and defeats
And you could only do your best
And I said: "Well that's a fucking cop out
You're just washed up and you're tired
And when I get to your age, well
I won't be such a coward"
But these days I sit at home
Known to shout at my TV
And punk rock didn't live up to what I'd hoped that it could be
And all the things that I believed
With all my heart when I was young
Are just coasters for beers and clean surfaces for drugs
And I've packed all my pamphlets with my bibles
At the back of the shelf
Well it was bad enough, the feeling
The first time it hit
When you realized your parents
Had let the world all go to shit
And that the values and ideals
For which many had fought and died
Had been killed off in the committees
And left to die by the way-side
But it was worse when we turned
To the kids on the left
And got let down again by some poor excuse for protest
Yeah, by idiot fucking hippies
In fifty different factions
Who are locked inside some kind of 60s battle re-enactment
And I hung up my banner in disgust
And I head for the door
Oh, but once
We were young and we were crass enough to care
But I guess you live and learn
We won't make that mistake again, no
Oh, but surely
Just for one day, yeah, we could fight
And we could win
And if only for a little while
We could insist on the impossible
Well, we've been a good few hours drinking
So I'm gonna say what everyone's thinking
If we're stuck on this ship and it's sinking
Then we might as well have a parade
So if it's still gonna hurt in the morning
And a better plan's yet to get forming
Then where's the harm spending an evening
In manning the old barricades?
So come on old friends, to the streets
Let's be 1905 but not 1917
Let's be heroes, let's be martyrs
Let's be radical thinkers
Who never have to test drive the least of their dreams
Let's divide up the world into the damned and the saved
And then ride to the valley like the old Light Brigade
And straighten our backs, and we won't be afraid
And they'll celebrate our deaths with a national parade
So come on
Let's be young
Let's be crass enough to care
Let's refuse to live and learn
Let's make all our mistakes again, yes
And then darling, just for one day, yeah
We can fight
And we can win
And if only for a little while
We could insist on the impossible
Leave the mourning to the morning
Yeah, pain can be killed
With aspirin tablets and vitamin pills
But memories of hope
And of glorious defeat
Are a little bit harder to beat
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Writer(s): Francis Edward Turner
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