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• Artiste: Ned Collette
• Titre: Forty Children
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You fell across your guns like forty children on a sleigh ride the money in your pockets wouldn't buy you little sin You did your best to make it with the masters of the poorhouse But in the end it was the lend that came to do you in Your children cannot smile for hunger, now there's nothing left Of betrothal sweet and sweaty and a meagre sum bequest The fence is pale and slender as the hopes with which you dressed The grass is greener where there isn't mud And it might have felt like forty rivers forded for this life But really you became the banks of every steaming shore Never touched the water did your children or your wife Never touched the water did your thirsty vision sore A colosseum built of pith on which we stand so proud The men that lead us still are men like any in the crowd The men that lead us still to death to stillbirth without warning The women we should love, that you should love are still in mourning "Call back later" Joan of Arc cries wailing in the night "You men have left me fallen for my pride in black and white You haggard beasts of little principle have lost the fight To false egalitarian concoctions of the right" These would be times to make a stand or even take in hand The words of those forgotten, slammed by leaders and their claims Instead we'll opt for times to tar and feather thoughts of guilty undertakings More the merrier, consider your brief spot of fame The down and out are out and down the cannot wear the spit Of so many who would claim the crown for running at the shit The fools were dancing all the time to let these athletes know That everytime they left the ground their ignorance would show Now you'll sing some praise, and now they'll scratch your back And forgotten will be ways of lengthening the slack take me high above this, and watch it all descending It's nothing that we have not seen for years as something pending And now the field hacks and mauls at population's crawling Upon crushed knees designed to fall for frail consumer callings Bring all your fights together and call them just one war Do what you will man - we've seen it all before