May

Song 151: "Who am I?" - Les Miserables

He thinks that man is me
He knew him at a glance!
That stranger he has found
This man could be my chance!

Why should I save his hide?
Why should I right this wrong
When I have come so far
And struggled for so long?

If I speak, I am condemned.
If I stay silent, I am damned!

I am the master of hundreds of workers.
They all look to me.
Can I abandon them?
How would they live
If I am not free?

If I speak, I am condemned.
If I stay silent, I am damned!

Who am I?
Can I condemn this man to slavery
Pretend I do not feel his agony
This innocent who bears my face
Who goes to judgement in my place

Who am I?
Can I conceal myself for evermore?
Pretend I'm not the man I was before?
And must my name until I die
Be no more than an alibi?

Must I lie?
How can I ever face my fellow men?
How can I ever face myself again?
My soul belongs to God, I know
I made that bargain long ago

He gave me hope when hope was gone
He gave me strength to journey on

Who am I? Who am I?
I'm Jean Valjean!

And so Javert, you see it's true
That man bears no more guilt than you!
Who am I?
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Song 149: "Istanbul" - They Might Be Giants

Istanbul was Constantinople
Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Oh Constantinople
Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night

Every gal in Constantinople
Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople
So if you've a date in Constantinople
She'll be waiting in Istanbul

Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can't say
People just liked it better that way

So, Take me back to Constantinople
No, you can't go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Oh Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks

Istanbul
Istanbul

Istanbul
Istanbul

Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can't say
People just liked it better that way

Istanbul was Constantinople
Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Oh Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks

So, Take me back to Constantinople
No, you can't go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Oh Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks

Istanbul
 

Song 148: "Bilgewater" - Brown Bird

It don't matter if the cold wind blows
I'm gonna wind up working in the thick of it
Sunshine through the rain and snow
There's an oily brine bilge water baptism waiting below

That's just the waves slamming against the topsides' sound
Don't let the ever rolling motion go and get you down
Don't let it shake your steady thread cutting hand
Keep stealing ribbons from the steel and giving hell
To every halyard you can

In spite of all the wherewithal
To fight it all I will face it all
In spite of all the wherewithal
To fight it all I'll embrace it all

When everyday's like a war between the will to go on
And a wish that the world would spiral into the sun
Turn your head toward the storm that's surely coming along

If the sun was always shining and our load always light
We'd be shaking like a leaf with every God given night
And we'd break under the weight of any pressure
That was ever applied

Will you be ready when the straw boss calls?
He's got an ever loving bone to pick with one and all
Don't let his condescension get you down
Just have the strength to know you're wrong
And when you're right the strength to stand your ground

In spite of all the wherewithal
To fight it all I will face it all
In spite of all the wherewithal
To fight it all I'll embrace it all

When everyday is like a war
You find no strength from your usual source
There's no peace, there's no rest
Your fortitude is feeling put to the test

When everyday is like a war between the will to go on
And a wish that the world would spiral into the sun
Turn your head toward the storm that's surely coming along

If the sun was always shining and our load always light
We'd be shaking like a leaf with every God given night
And we'd break under the weight
Of any pain that ever came in this life

 

Song 147: The Stake

My grandfather Siset spoke to me,
One morning on the porch,
Looking out on a busy street
And the rising sun we did watch.
Siset, do you not see the stake,
To which we all are chained and locked?
If we cannot make it break
We will never be able to walk.
 
If we all pull at chain and stake,
Cannot be long before it breaks,
See how it's falling, falling, falling,
Look at all the cracks we've made.
If I pull, what do you see?
And if you do the same as me?
See how it's falling, falling, falling?
Any day now we'll be free!

But, Siset, how much time have we spent?
My strength, away it goes.
My poor hands the stake does tear and rend,
And it only seems to grow.
I know that the stake it is rotten,
But Siset, it has been too long
And my strength I have forgotten...
So I turn now, to your song.
 
Siset never said any more.
A bad wind took him away.
Where, only he will know,
And alone on the porch here I stay.
I watch the new young lads come along,
And to them with my voice I reach,
And sing to them Siset's song,
That last one that he will teach.
 

Song 146: "North" - The Family Crest

The bells are ringing over the city
And here the clouds sit low in the sky 

The cars, they echo slow off the hillside
And the wind, it whispers
North 

I want to be the man who loves you
Why can't you see that I need to
That I need you 

The night, it lingers soft on our fingers
And the wind, it whispers, Tu es perdu
And along this river time moves quicker 

I want to be the man who loves you
Why can't you see that I need to
That I need you 

The night, it lingers soft on our fingers
And my mind, it travels
North 

I want to be the man who loves you
Why can't you see that I need to
That I need you
 

Song 145: "The Yew Tree" - Battlefield Band

A mile frae Pentcaitland, on the road to the sea
Stands a yew tree a thousand years old
And the old women swear by the grey o' their hair
That it knows what the future will hold
For the shadows of Scotland stand round it
'Mid the kail and the corn and the kye
All the hopes and the fears of a thousand long years
Under the Lothian sky

My bonnie yew tree
Tell me what did you see?

Did you look through the haze o' the lang summer days
Tae the South and the far English border
A' the bonnets o' steel on Flodden's far field
Did they march by your side in good order
Did you ask them the price o' their glory
When you heard the great slaughter begin
For the dust o' their bones would rise up from the stones
To bring tears to the eyes o' the wind

Not once did you speak for the poor and the weak
When the moss-troopers lay in your shade
To count out the plunder and hide frae the thunder
And share out the spoils o' their raid
But you saw the smiles o' the gentry
And the laughter of lords at their gains
When the poor hunt the poor across mountain and moor
The rich man can keep them in chains

Did you no' think tae tell when John Knox himsel'
Preached under your branches sae black
To the poor common folk who would lift up the yoke
O' the bishops and priests frae their backs
But you knew the bargain he sold them
And freedom was only one part
For the price o' their souls was a gospel sae cold
It would freeze up the joy in their hearts

And I thought as I stood and laid hands on your wood
That it might be a kindness to fell you
One kiss o' the axe and you're freed frae the racks
O' the sad bloody tales that men tell you
But a wee bird flew out from your branches
And sang out as never before
And the words o' the song were a thousand years long
And to learn them's a long thousand more
 

Song 144: "Elective Amnesia" - Rise Against

We don't sleep very much
These triggers ache for the touch
Where's the strength we relied on?
Fear alone, like a crutch
Maybe that's what keeps us up
All night with the light on

Glowing screens simulate
Lives that no longer take place
Can this be what we've become?
Paper thin, overweight
Pills to arouse or sedate
Still we don't know what we want

We can't let go
Can't you see?
To lose control
Is to be...

First a spark
Then a flame
Now a fire
We explode
Into the darkest of nights
Disconnect
Cut the cord
Lines are dead
Now they'll know
With everything comes a price

And each day we are torn
Between the right and the wrong
Between life and convenience
Why lose sleep? Why complain?
There's always channels to change
It's like elective amnesia
As we grow older in this place
Let's just start over
Let's erase
What they've made!

First a spark
Then a flame
Now a fire
We explode
Into the darkest of nights
Disconnect
Cut the cord
Lines are dead
Now they'll know
With everything comes a price

It could be minutes away
It could be hours or days
Before the bottom falls out
Before the ground gives way
Into this debt we are born
A debt we try to repay
And yet we blacken the sky
Smoke rising out of the flames
Now they'll know...

First a spark
Then a flame
Now a fire
We explode
Into the darkest of nights
Disconnect
Cut the cord
Lines are dead
Now they'll know
With everything comes a price

 

Song 143: "Almost Like the Blues" - Leonard Cohen

I saw some people starving
There was murder, there was rape
Their villages were burning
They were trying to escape
I couldn't meet their glances
I was staring at my shoes
It was acid, it was tragic
It was almost like the blues
It was almost like the blues

I have to die a little
Between each murderous thought
And when I'm finished thinking
I have to die a lot
There's torture and there's killing
And there's all my bad reviews
The war, the children missing
Lord, it's almost like the blues
It's almost like a blues

So I let my heart get frozen
To keep away the rot
My father says I'm chosen
My mother says I'm not
I listened to their story
Of the Gypsies and the Jews
It was good, it wasn't boring
It was almost like the blues
It was almost like the blues

There is no God in Heaven
And there is no Hell below
So says the great professor
Of all there is to know
But I've had the invitation
That a sinner can't refuse
And it's almost like salvation
It's almost like the blues
It's almost like a blues
Almost like a blues
 

Song 142: "El Joven de Alcalá"

There is a Spaniard from Alcala
And if he gets angry he will leave
He threw a grenade at some fascists Moors
Telling them "I hope Allah saves you"
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay...

The Lincoln battalion, they are some great lads
A little too cool, stuck in
Always in trenches defending the front
Against Franco, the lackey of il Duce
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay...

In the plains of Brunete
Iron hailed, like confetti
Our planes crushed the lines
Of Franco, who bathes in spaghetti
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay...

The Lincoln lads in Jarama
Made the fascists cry: "mummy"
Defending the front, they played with bombs
And this gained them honour and fame
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay..

An old man from Albacete
Bets that he can score sixteen
Signed bombs through their asses
Through them so they cannot use the toilet
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay..

Hay un español de Alcalá
que si se cabrea se va
Tiro una granada a unos moros fachas
gritándoles que os salve Alah
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay...

El batallón Lincoln, que tíos
un poco chalados, metios
siempre en trincheras defendiendo el Frente
contra Franco, lacayo del Duce
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay...

En los llanos de Brúñete
granizaba acero, confetti
nuestros aviones aplastaron las filas
de Franco empachao de spaghetti
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay...

Los del Lincoln en Jararna
hacían gritar al facha: mama
defendiendo el frente, jugando con bombas
Y eso les dio honor y fama.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay...

Un viejales de Albacete
apuesta que a dieciséis mete
por el culo bombas firmadas
por él para que no usen el retrete
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay…
 

Song 141: "Little Boxes" - Malvina Reynolds

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
They're all made out of ticky-tacky,
And they all look just the same.

And the people in houses
who went to the university,
where they were put in boxes,
And they all came out the same.
There's doctors and lawyers
And business executives,
They're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf-course,
And drink their Martini dry,
And they all have pretty children,
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
They all get put in boxes
And they all come out the same.

And the boys go into business,
And marry, raise a family,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
Yeah a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.
 

Song 140: "La olvidada" - Atahualpa Yupanqui

Yo encontré esta chacarera
penando en los arenales, 
por un criollo barranqueño, 
que ya no hai' ver los jumiales. 

Así cantaba un paisano, 
paisano salavinero, 
debajo de un algarrobo
y en una tarde de enero:

Ya me voy, ya me estoy yendo
pa'l lao de Chilca Juliana, 
ay vidita naide sabe
las que pasaré mañana.

Barrancas, tierra querida, 
te dejo esta chacarera, 
Viditay amaj concaichú,
de quién se va campo afuera.

Mi negra se me lo ha ido
pa'l lao de Chilca Juliana, 
se ha llevao caballo, sulqui, 
el bombo y la damajuana.

Quisiera ser arbolito, 
ni muy grande, ni muy chico, 
pa' darle un poco de sombra
pa' los cansaos del camino.

Ya me voy, ya me estoy yendo, 
ashpa sumaj Salavina, 
tal vez que ya nunca vuelva
ni a contemplar tu salina.

Barrancas, tierra querida, 
te dejo esta chacarera, 
viditay amaj concaichú,
de quién se va campo ajuera.

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Jumial: Lugar de jumes, que es un arbusto que crece achaparrado en toda la zona salitrosa de Santiago del Estero y en zonas similares del pais.

Chilca Juliana, Salavina y Barrancas son localidades ubicadas en el Departamento Salavina en Santiago del Estero.

Amaj concaichú: "No te olvides" (quechua)
 

Song 139: "Piano Man" - Billy Joel

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin

He says, "Son, can you play me a melody
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes."

La la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum

Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright

Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me."
As the smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"

Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum

Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy, who's still in the Navy
And probably will be for life

And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone

Sing us a song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you got us feeling alright

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"

Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum

Sing us a song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you got us feeling alright

 

Song 138: "Howl" - The Family Crest

State your name
State your case
'Cause the lines were drawn
Do you love me, babe?

Now you say
Lover stay
Warm these bones my dear
Light my heart afire!

I know you never mean to say
All of the awful things you say
But oh God, the reason is yours
Oh God, the reason was yours
You smile

I howl to the moon, to the stars
To the way that we were
Howl to the moon, to the stars
When the weight of the world
Is just too much for you

Now I wait
As love and fate
Echo from your lungs
Do you want me, babe?

Here you state
That the stars are waiting dear
Turn the lights down low
‘Cause one of us is surely gone

I know you never meant to stay
I know love
We weren't meant to be
I know you never meant to go
Break my heart of gold
But oh God, the reason is yours
Oh God, the reasons are yours
Tonight we're smiling

Forever lost together
Forever howling at the moon
‘Cause it's just too much for you
Forever lost together
Forever howling at the moon
When it's just too much for you

I'm gonna kiss, gonna kiss
Gonna kiss your lips
I'm gonna make sure dear that
My love sticks
I'm gonna shake, gonna shake
Gonna shake your legs
I'm gonna make make make
Make make you beg

I'm gonna make sure that
Your heart is true
I'm gonna say here
"Darling, I love you!"
I'm gonna make sure that
You love me too
Do you love me dear?
Do you love me here?

I'm gonna break break break
Break you dear
I'm gonna shake
Shake up all your fears
I'm gonna take
Take you down my dear
Do you love me dear?
Do you love me dear?

I'm gonna make
Make you love me dear
I'm gonna break
Break you down my dear
Tonight I'll smile

You’ll howl to the moon, to the stars
To the way that we were
'Cause it's just too much for you

Forever lost together
Forever howling at the moon
'Cause it's just too much for you

Forever lost together
Forever howling at the moon
'Cause it's just too much for you
 

Song 137: "Varyags of Miklaagard" - Amon Amarth

Miklagaard has been our home
For twenty years or more
We've lent our axes, spears and swords
In service of the emperor

We are loyal warriors
That's the oath we gave
To protect the emperor
Even to a violent grave

Our loyalty was always firm
We kept our given word
On these southern battlefields
Our northern war cries roared

Battles have been fought
Many gave their lives
But all who died by axe and sword
Were called to hall up high

Our time here
Is now at end
Can't help but reminisce
A cold spring day
So long ago
When we set out to sea

We!
Set out from Svitjod's
Shores!
With dreams of fame and
Gold!
And!
The work of weaving
Norn's!
Was for us unknown

We were loyal warriors
That's the oath we gave
To protect the emperor
Even to the grave

It's time to take farewell
We have been resolved
From the sacred oath we gave
It's time to go back home

Out time here
Is now at end
Our memories will stay
Of Miklagaard
Our southern home
Until the end of days

We!
Set out for Svitjod's
Shores!
With honor and
Rewards!
We return back
Home!
We return back
Home!
With honor and
Rewards!
We return back
Home!
 

Song 136: "Historia Calamitatum" - Rise Against

Even though we know, yeah
We know,
Our time has almost come
We're all overdue
Can there be a place to call our own?
Can there be a road that takes us home?

We don't belong
We go along
We don't belong
To you now

When it rains it pours
Like summer storms, the skies as grey as leaves
The rivers flood the banks and spill into the streets
But the people laughed and swore that they'd restore
The city piece by piece
And then the clouds gave way as if to agree
When it rains it pours

The mystery unknown now unfolds
The life that we once owned, first bought, then sold
Like passengers on board, we've no control
To oceans unexplored
This ship sails through

We don't belong
We go along
We don't belong
To you now

When it rains it pours
Like summer storms, the skies as grey as leaves
The rivers flood the banks and spill into the streets
But the people laughed and swore that they'd restore
The city piece by piece
And then the clouds gave way as if to agree
When it rains it pours
It pours
When it rains it pours

When it rains it pours
When they die we mourn
When it hit, we swore
That we wanted no more
Like a saint re-born
Like a rose's thorn
Like a child un-born
A child un-born...

It's the coin we're tossing into the well
It's misfortune that we could not foretell
It's the dry spell

When it rains it pours
Like summer storms, the skies as grey as leaves
The rivers flood the banks and spill into the streets
But the people laughed and swore that they'd restore
The city piece by piece
And then the clouds gave way as if to agree
When it rains it pours
It pours
When it rains it pours

 

Song 134: "NaudiR" - Wardruna

It is so cold here
The wind has taken my last leaves
Deep beneath the serpent gnaws
Sharply I age

From the deep below
the heart hammers
From the deep below
the heart beats
Like stones give sparks
gives spark to the fire within
Fire
gives spark to the heart
to mind and blood
to mind and blood
to mind and blood

NaudiR NaudiR

The fire that takes - Life
The fire that gives - Life, Life, Life

Life, Life, Life
Life, Life, Life
Life, Life, Life
Life, Life, Life

The heart pounds
dark mists are cloaking
what the eyes can see
and the path that I follow
and the tracks that I tread
are cold, so cold

Well is coming
Starve no more
In starvation is found
Need my fire

Well is come
Need no more
In need is won
Need my fire

Well is come
Burn no more
In fire is won
Need my fire
 

Det er så kaldt her
vinden tok mine siste lauv
ormen gneg i grunna
kvasst eg eldest

Djupt or djupet
Hjerte hamrar
Djupt or djupet
Hjerte slår
lik stein slår gneist
slår gneist til bringas
Brisingeld
slår gneist til jarta
til hug og blod
til hug og blod
til hug og blod

NaudiR NaudiR

Elden som tek - Liv
Elden som gjev - Liv liv liv

Liv liv liv
Liv liv liv
Liv liv liv
Liv liv liv

Hjartet hamrar
Røkkdimma døljer
det auge kan sjå
Og vegen eg følgjer
og dei spora eg trår
er kalde, så kalde

Vel er komen
Svelt ikkje meir
I svolt er funne
Naud min eld

Vel er komen
Treng ikkje meir
I trong er vunne
Naud min eld

Vel er komen
Brenn ikkje meir
I eld er vunne
Naud min eld
 

Song 133: "Dos milongas uruguayas" - Atahualpa Yupanqui

Birds think by whistling
I think like that as well.
Birds think by whistling
I think like that as well.
No one knows what they say,
they must know.
No one knows what they say,
they must know.
It seems to me that ideas
are lost in the words.
It seems to me that ideas
are lost in the words.
When they are whistled it seems
that they are lengthened, nothing more.
When they are whistled it seems
that they are lengthened, nothing more.
I spend my time without thinking about anything
I tend to whistle hours away...

Smoke from my cigar
do you come from inside?
It seems that you will take
my ideas through the air.
Smoke from my cigar
do you come from inside?
It seems that you will take
my ideas through the air.
It seems that you will take
my ideas through the air.
My heart is beating
a strong black sting
My heart is beating
a strong black sting
And the smoke goes white
but tobacco burns.
And the smoke goes white
but tobacco burns.
Life, like tobacco,
has a strong black sting
And the, smoke goes white
but tobacco burns.

Silbando piensan las aves
yo pienso ansina también. 
Silbando piensan las aves
yo pienso ansina también. 
Naide sabe lo que dicen, 
ellas lo deben saber. 
Naide sabe lo que dicen, 
ellas lo deben saber. 
Se me hace que las ideas
con las palabras se van
Se me hace que las ideas
con las palabras se van
En el silbido parece
que se alargan, nada más. 
En el silbido parece
que se alargan, nada más. 
Mesmo sin pensar en nada
las horas suelo silbar...

Humito de mi cigarro
ni que de adentro salieras. 
Parece que te llevarás
por los aires mis ideas. 
Humito de mi cigarro
ni que de adentro salieras. 
Parece que te llevarás
por los aires mis ideas.
Parece que te llevarás
por los aires mis ideas.
Mi corazón va pitando
fuerte picadura negra. 
Mi corazón va pitando
fuerte picadura negra. 
Y el humito sale blanco
pero el tabaco se quema. 
Y el humito sale blanco
pero el tabaco se quema.
La vida, como el tabaco, 
fuerte picadura negra. 
Y el, humito sale blanco
pero el tabaco se quema.
 

Song 132: "The Mexican Scotsman" - Enter the Haggis

Jose, get your bagpipes
And head down to the square
Serenade the passers-by
And you'll make some money there
Jose came to this country
Looking for a chance
To make some decent money
To buy a pair of pants
But we were in recession
And jobs were far and few
So Jose took his bagpipes
And did what he had to do

Dressed in his Sombrero and Kilt
With his bagpipes and maracas
Playing away for his supper
Boiled haggis with nachos

One day while he was busking
A pretty young lassie came by
She said "Jose, take a stroll with me"
Says Jose, "Si! Si! Och' 'Aye!"
They spent the day together
Then she took him to a dance
Well, Jose moved most gracefully
'Cause he wasn't wearing pants

And he was born in Mexico City
Educated in Scotland
In sandals and bright tartan poncho
Jose's fashion statement was not planned

But when Jose went to the men's room
There was trouble close at hand
Cause in came Bob, the sailor man
The roughest man in the land
Says Bob, "You're lookin' pretty
In your little tartan dress
Now you'd best be off to the ladies room
'Fore I pummels you into a mess"
Now you could have heard a pin drop
As Jose turned around
His Scottish-Mexican blood began to boil
And it made this kind of sound... 

And when it all was over
Sailor Bob lay on the floor
He looked the saddest sorry wreck
Ever blown a shore
Now, the sailors keep a lookout
Whenever they're on the land
For they knows well that they doesn't mess
With a Scottish-Mexican man!
 

Song 131: "Home" - AlicebanD

Coal flicker candles swelling
Thoughts come of fire burning
Everything you made will end up broken
And cheap thoughts and cheaper dresses
You flirt with then learn your lesson
She only makes that moaning when she's faking it
And fake sounds and plastic feelings
Freckles and skins are peeling
Soon comes the night when I go home
And then you're
Offering the same old things it's
Hair nets and safety pins
And man does the same thing she always does
It's your home brings
Em up all things
Like sitting up
Singing hymns
So I will lay the table but I will not sing
I will not sing

And I go what would I do
Now I've got no excuse
And all this bullshit has landed in my hands
Like I don't want to talk it's not really complicated
I just don't want to talk to you
I just don't want to know
The less I know
The less I care it's just I might not say yes
I mean I won't say no I never say no
I mean I might say I might
But we all know that really means no
So I ask
And it's

Coal flicker candles swelling
Thoughts come of fire burning
Everything you made will end up broken
And cheap thoughts and cheaper dresses
You flirt with then learn your lesson
She only makes that moaning when she's faking it
And fake sounds and plastic feelings
Freckles and skins are peeling
Soon comes the night when I go home
And then you're
Offering the same old things it's
Hair nets and safety pins
And man does the same thing she always does
It's your home brings
Em up all things
Like sitting up
Singing hymns
So I will lay the table but I will not sing
I will not sing

Please don't make me sing
Please don't make me try
Cause I like this stuff
I like the play
Especially with people paying
But it's all too much I don't seem to care
Must be something in this English air
Must be something that I'm doing wrong
Cause I'm always singing the same old song
I'm always breaking the same old heart
That I carry around in this soulless cart and

Coal flicker candles swelling
Thoughts come of fire burning
Everything you made will end up broken
And cheap thoughts and cheaper dresses
You flirt with then learn your lesson
She only makes that moaning when she's faking it
And fake sounds and plastic feelings
Freckles and skins are peeling
Soon comes the night when I go home
And then you're
Offering the same old things it's
Hair nets and safety pins
And man does the same thing she always does
It's your home brings
Em up all things
Like sitting up
Singing hymns
So I will lay the table but I will not sing
I will not sing

And you're drunk drunk
Drinking like a skunk drunk
Drinking like a skunk drunk
Drinking like a skunk drunk
Drinking like a
Home brings a lot more things
Drunk drunk drinking like a skunk drunk
Drinking like a skunk drunk
Drinking like a
Home brings a lot more things
A lot more time to sit and drink
A lot more time to play it dumb
Sitting round
Getting drunk
 

Song 130: "Le déserteur" - Boris Vian

Mister President
I am writing this letter
You will perhaps read
If you have the time.
I have just received
My enlisting papers
Recruiting me to go and fight in the war
Before Wednesday night
Mister President
I don't want to fight
I have not been put on this earth
To go and kill poor sods!
I don't want to make you cross
But I have to tell you
My decision is made
I am going to be a deserter

Since I 've been born
I have seen my father die,
All my brothers leave, never to return
And my children cry!
My mother grieved so much
She is now in her coffin
She couldn't care less about bombs
And about the maggots!
When I was a prisoner
They stole my wife
They stole my soul
And my whole life.
Tomorrow at dawn
I will close the door behind me
Locking all the dead years away
And I will be on my way
 
I will beg for my keep
All over France
From Brittany to Provence,
And I will tell the people:
"Do not obey,
Do not take part in this,
Do not go to war
Refuse to go!"
If blood has to be spilled
Go and spill yours!
You're A fine one to preach,
Mister President!
If you look for me,
Tell your Police
That I am armed
And I know how to shoot

Monsieur le Président
Je vous fais une lettre
Que vous lirez peut-être
Si vous avez le temps
Je viens de recevoir
Mes papiers militaires
Pour partir à la guerre
Avant mercredi soir
Monsieur le Président
Je ne veux pas la faire
Je ne suis pas sur terre
Pour tuer des pauvres gens
C'est pas pour vous fâcher
Il faut que je vous dise
Ma décision est prise
Je m'en vais déserter

Depuis que je suis né
J'ai vu mourir mon père
J'ai vu partir mes frères
Et pleurer mes enfants
Ma mère a tant souffert
Qu'elle est dedans sa tombe
Et se moque des bombes
Et se moque des vers
Quand j'étais prisonnier
On m'a volé ma femme
On m'a volé mon âme
Et tout mon cher passé
Demain de bon matin
Je fermerai la porte
Au nez des années mortes
J'irai sur les chemins

Je mendierai ma vie
Sur les routes de France
De Bretagne en Provence
Et je dirai aux gens:
Refusez d'obéir
Refusez de la faire
N'allez pas à la guerre
Refusez de partir
S'il faut donner son sang
Allez donner le vôtre
Vous êtes bon apôtre
Monsieur le Président
Si vous me poursuivez
Prévenez vos gendarmes
que je porte des armes
et que je sais tirer.