November

Song 314: "When this Bloody War is Over"

When this bloody war is over
No more soldiering for me
When I get my civvy clothes on
Oh how happy I will be


No more Church parades on Sunday
No more putting in for leave
How I'll miss the sergeant major
How his poor old heart will grieve

No more standing to attention
No more asking for a weekend pass
You can tell the sergeant major
Where to stuff his bleeding pass

No more putting in for furlough
Only one more church parade
No more shitting in a slit trench
No more Ticklers' marmalade

Song 313: "Daughters of the Sun" - The Dreadnoughts

we feed the pit men
we bury our children
we stand at your cauldrons
till we are raw and bleeding

up to the fortress
strike up the chorus
the future adores us
and the past is fading

the ring's under her pillow
she's climbing out the window
to join her sisters on the run
let's take the devil down
we'll shake the devil down
let's throw the devil down
daughters of the sun


here's what you're reaping
once veiled and sleeping
now she is creeping
with the blood moon rising

destiny spoken
when the road is open
hearts have awoken
and the world’s enticing

she'll break your fine illusions
make war and confusion
join her sisters on the run
let's take the devil down
we'll shake the devil down
let's throw the devil down
daughters of the sun


now guns are waking
armies are shaking
we're theirs for the taking
for divide and conquer, now

she'll man the stations
keep your vocations
break with elation
only wild and stronger

the ring's under her pillow
she's climbing out the window
to join her comrades on the run
let's take the devil down
we'll shake the devil down
let's throw the devil down
daughters of the sun

Song 312: "Back Home in Bristol" - The Dreadnoughts

bless me father I have sinned
bless me if you may
by the power of jesus christ
You come to me this day

I am just a middle farmer's boy
Jim wilson is my name
and I've been out hard where devil runs
I'll never go again

well yes I know my duty sir
and I know the god I serve
I tried to stay out in the eastern line
I tried to keep my nerve

but all I could see were lily white arms
and a gold and silken dress
and all I could hear was a country dance
and a calling from the west

well I wish I were back home in Bristol again
raising a cider with West Countrymen
rolling in the arms of the fair Kitty Wrenne
back home in Bristol again
back home in Bristol again


seventeen days and seventeen nights
we held up underground
through misty panes and thick green light
I saw death raining down

and when it all was finished
I just turned away in fear
bless me father and hold my hand
until the dawn is here

well I wish I were back home in Bristol again
raising a cider with West Countrymen
rolling in the arms of the fair Kitty Wrenne
back home in Bristol again
back home in Bristol again


(Drink up me cider!
Drink up me cider!
For tonight she'll marry me! Will marry me!
We'll drink 'til the night is over!
And roll the big ones over!
The corn is coming over so make merry way!)

I hear the party coming down
to wrest me from my cell
father don't you pray for me
or speak to me of hell

just deliver me a little song
and a final taste of rum
and tell the buggers who shoot me down
just where ol' jimmy's from

well I wish I were back home in Bristol again
raising a cider with West Countrymen
rolling in the arms of the fair Kitty Wrenne
back home in Bristol again
back home in Bristol again

Song 311: "Mothers Daughters Wives" - Judy Small

The first time it was fathers,
The last time it was sons
And in between your husbands
Marched away with drums and guns.
And you never thought to question.
You just went on with your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives.


You can only just remember
The tears your mother shed
As they sat and read their papers
Through the lists and lists of dead.
And the gold frames held the photographs
That mothers kissed each night.
And the door frames held the shocked
And silent strangers from the fight.

The first time it was fathers,
The last time it was sons
And in between your husbands
Marched away with drums and guns.
And you never thought to question.
You just went on with your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives.


It was twenty-one years later,
With children of your own.
The trumpets sounded once again,
And the soldier boys were gone.
So you made their guns and drove the trucks
And tended to their wounds.
And at night you kissed the photographs
And hoped for safe returns.

And after it was over
You had to learn again
To be just wives and mothers,
When you'd done the work of men.
So you worked to help the needy
And you never trod on toes.
And the photos on the mantlepiece
Struck a happy family pose.

The first time it was fathers,
The last time it was sons
And in between your husbands
Marched away with drums and guns.
And you never thought to question.
You just went on with your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives.

Then your daughters grew to women
And your little boys to men.
And you prayed that you were dreaming
When the call came up again.
But you proudly smiled and held your tears
As they bravely waved goodbye.
And the photos on the mantelpiece
Always made you cry.

And now you're getting older
And in time the photos fade.
And in widowhood you sit back
And reflect on the parade.
Of the passing of your memories
As your daughters change their lives,
Seeing more to their existence
Than just mothers, daughters, wives.

The first time it was fathers,
The last time it was sons
And in between your husbands
Marched away with drums and guns.
And you never thought to question.
You just went on with your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives.

And you believed them
When they said you were
Just mothers, daughters, wives.

Song 310: "Zero Visibility" - Rise Against

Settling in here for the long haul
Can’t hide forever is what they say
In with the wind, out with a bang
Meanwhile nothing has changed

With each word slowly uttered
A storm brews in her eyes
A missed shot at the buzzard
Time, whether wasted
Or well-spent, is still time

We are not brave, we are not wise
We stand at the end of the longest lines
But we stand here all together
We have been damned, we have survived
We came back to homes we don’t recognize
But we return here all together


Moments of clarity here are short-lived
Bled through the bandages again
When is a lie no longer white
But black as a day without sun

Passed out in a gutter
Woke up in your arms
Nursed back and recovered
The same touch that heals me
Left a scar

We are not brave, we are not wise
We stand at the end of the longest lines
But we stand here all together
We have been damned, we have survived
We came back to homes we don’t recognize
But we return here all together


And the world works in ways that I never have claimed to know
We got out in front of the weather but it followed
The view from here isn’t better but it’s all we know
It’s all we know

We are not brave, we are not wise
We stand at the edge of the border lines
But we stand here all together
We have been damned, we have survived
Who we've become you won’t recognize
But we became them all together
All together

Song 309: "Letters from Wilfred" - Alan Bell

I thank you, my dear mother; your letter came today.
I'm pleased to hear you're in good health, for I've much to tell and say.
I've enlisted in the army, in the Artist Regiment.
I kissed the Bible, swore my oath; your W.E.O.'s content.
Yes, I kissed the Bible, swore my oath; your W.E.O.'s content.

I travelled off to London and lodged in Tavistock Square.
The house is called "Les Lilas" for all the French are there;
Yet in their conversations, our England is their foe;
Yet I'm as English as a Shropshire lad, and tonight, I'll tell them so.
I'm as English as a Shropshire lad, as, mother, you do know.

Dear mother, I am commissioned; now my training's done.
I'm seconded to Manchesters new recruits and guns.
I'm posted north to Fleetwood in charge of musketry,
A new adventure for your W.E.O. by the blowing sands and sea,
A new adventure for your W.E.O. with the fishing boats and sea.

I enjoyed my time in Fleetwood; now I'm in Flanders Fields.
Since landing on the Calais quays, I'm in mud from head to heels.
My soldiers march and singing, and I know their favourite song
Is a yearning for them again to be in the homes where they belong,
Is a yearning for them again to be in the homes where they belong.

It's New Year's Eve, dear mother; the Scotsmen celebrate.
They play their pipes, go o'er the top, and are blown to Heaven's gates.
I stand in clay, dear mother, and write by candle glow.
In this barren land, the frozen dead lie blanketed in snow.
In this barren land, the frozen dead lie blanketed in snow.

I'll not deceive you, mother; I've been in hell this last four days.
In an outpost beyond the front line, we stood guard, and how we prayed!
I did not lose a single man, but a young boy lost his sight.
Now I know just how a blind man feels when I led him from the fight.
Yes, I know just how a blind man feels when I led him from the fight.

I'm in Scotland now, dear mother, in a place called Craiglockhart,
A refuge for tired warriors whose nerves are torn apart.
I need sleep and time, dear mother, to heal my troubled mind,
But in my dreams, I see every face of those I left behind.
Yes, in my dreams I see every face of those I left behind.

They awarded me a medal for gallantry, they say.
I made sure all those who fought with me are rewarded in their way.
There is one more battle coming, and with peace talks in the air,
Your W.E.O. will soon be home when the cease-fire is declared.
Your W.E.O. will soon be home when the cease-fire is declared.

I write, dear Mrs. Owen, to try and ease your pain.
Your Wilfred was a brave young man; we'll not see his like again.
He was killed the fourth November in the last days of the war,
But his soul lives on within his verse for us forevermore.
Yes, Wilfred lives within his verse for us forevermore.
Your Wilfred lives within his verse for you forevermore.

Song 308: "Lo miro al viento y me rio" - Atahualpa Yupanqui

Que son muy negras las penas,
dicen y dicen cantando.
Pa mi que no ha de ser cierto,
si fuera, mejor negarlo.
Pa mi que no ha de ser cierto,
si fuera, mejor negarlo.

Yo también sé de pesares,
yo también sé de quebrantes.
Yo también sé de pesares,
yo también sé de quebrantes.
Sé de las penas más negras
pero de penas no canto.

También es negra la tierra
Y verde salen los pastos.
También es negra la tierra
Y verde salen los pastos.
Mientras la raíz padece
Canta en sus flores el árbol.
Mientras la raíz padece
Canta en sus flores el árbol.

Ocasiones me figuro
que soy de veras un árbol,
Ocasiones me figuro
que soy de veras un árbol,
lo miro al viento y me río,
la raíz crujiendo abajo.
lo miro al viento y me río,
la raíz crujiendo abajo.

Si me desmiento en lo vida,
¡acuéstenme de un hachazo!

One’s sorrows are too black,
they say and they say in song.
I do not think this is true,
if it were, better to deny it.
I do not think this is true,
if it were, better to deny it.

I also know of regrets,
I also know of breakdowns.
I also know of regrets,
I also know of breakdowns.
I know of the blackest sorrows
but I do not sing of sorrows.

The earth is also black,
yet the grass still rises green.
The earth is also black,
yet the grass still rises green.
While the root suffers
a tree sings in its flowers.
While the root suffers
a tree sings in its flowers.

Sometimes I think
that I am really a tree.
Sometimes I think
that I am really a tree.
I look at the wind and I laugh
the root crunching below.
I look at the wind and I laugh
the root crunching below.

If I ever deny it in life,
bring me down with an axe blow!

Song 307: "IwaR/IngwaR" - Wardruna

Ull i Ydalir
Sveigde bogen
Sikta bogen
pilar peika
mot Yggdrasils nie
heimar
vinda med mål
veva med mål

mot Nivelheim fly
mot Muspellheim fly
mot Jotunheim fly
mot Åsgard fly
mot Midgard fly
mot Vanaheim fly
mot Helheimen fly
mot Svartalvheim fly
mot Ljosvalheim fly

vinda med mål
veva med mål

or Nivelheim fly
or Muspellheim fly
or Jotunheim fly
or Åsgard fly
or Midgard fly
or Vanaheim fly
or Helheimen fly
or Svartalvheim fly
or Ljosalvheim fly

vinda med mål
veva med mål
heimar
vinda med mål
veva med mål
heimar
vinda med mål
veva med mål
heimar

Knyter deg til meg
vever rot i rot
over og under
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing

Bærer deg i meg
Vekser frø av frø
ytre og indre
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing

Nærer meg av deg
vinder grein or grein
over og under
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing

Knyter deg til meg
vever rot i rot
over og under
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing

Bærer deg i meg
Vekser frø av frø
ytre og indre
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing

Nærer meg av deg
vinder grein or grein
over og under
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing

invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing
invere Ing

Ullr in Ydalir
bent his bow
aimed his bow
arrows pointing
toward Yggdrasil's nine
homeworlds

wound with intent
woven with intent

to Nivelheim fly
to Muspellheim fly
to Jotunheim fly
to Åsgard fly
to Midgard fly
to Vanaheim fly
to Helheimen fly
to Svartalvheim fly
to Ljosvalheim fly

wound with intent
woven with intent

out of Nivelheim fly
out of Muspellheim fly
out of Jotunheim fly
out of Åsgard fly
out of Midgard fly
out of Vanaheim fly
out of Helheimen fly
out of Svartalvheim fly
out of Ljosalvheim fly

wound with intent
woven with intent
homeworld
wound with intent
woven with intent
homeworld
wound with intent
woven with intent
homeworld

Tie myself to you
Weaving root in root
Above and under
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside

Carry you in me
Seeds grown from seeds
Outer and inner
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside

I nourish myself from you
unwinding branch from branch
Above and under
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside

Tie myself to you
Weaving root in root
Above and under
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside

Carry you in me
Seeds grown from seeds
Outer and inner
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside

I nourish myself from you
unwinding branch from branch
Above and under
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside

Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside
Ing inside

Song 306: "Ivanhoe" - The Dreadnoughts

We're sitting in the corner
Drinking nineteen dollar beer
Meatheads are walkin' over here
They're kickin' us out on the town

That's it, fuck the Cambie
And bouncers with tiny dicks
We're jumping on the 96
We're going to main street now!

Pints of lager overflow
Way-hey, Ivanhoe!
It is the only place to go
Way-hey, Ivanhoe!


Now the crew's getting shitters
And I'm lit like a Christmas tree
Order two and they bring you three
You can't put a price on your health

And the band is jumping
And the music fills the air
We're tripping right down the stairs
We're going to main street now

Pints of lager overflow
Way-hey, Ivanhoe!
It is the only place to go
Way-hey, Ivanhoe!
I know, the city's down on her dreams
But we'll go out with a shanty and a scream


Now the party's over
So we say our long goodbyes
Fall right out of paradise
They're kicking us out on the town

We don't look any further
When going out into the night
Robson's piss, Granville's shite
We're going to Main Street now

Pints of lager overflow
Way-hey, Ivanhoe!
It is the only place to go
Way-hey, Ivanhoe!
I know this city's down on her dreams
But we'll go out with a shanty and a scream
Ivanhoe!

Song 305: "A Drop of Nelson's Blood"

Oh! A drop of Nelson's Blood wouldn't do us any harm!
A drop of Nelson's Blood wouldn't do us any harm!
A drop of Nelson's Blood wouldn't do us any harm!
And we’ll all hang on behind!

And we’ll roll the old chariot along,
We’ll roll the old chariot along,
We’ll roll the old chariot along,
And we’ll all hang on behind!

A bottle of rum wouldn't do us any harm!
A tight waisted girl wouldn't do us any harm!
A big breasted girl wouldn't do us any harm!
A night with the girls wouldn't do us any harm!
A plate of Irish stew wouldn't do us any harm!
A nice fat cook wouldn't do us any harm!
A roll in the clover wouldn't do us any harm!
A long spell in gaol wouldn't do us any harm!
A round on the house wouldn't do us any harm!
A pint from the landlord wouldn't do us any harm!
A long day in bed wouldn't do us any harm!
A glass of hot whiskey wouldn't do us any harm!
If the devil's in the road, we'll roll it over him!