Peace, Love and Petrol Bombs

by Colm Bryce

Index

The CD

Songs

  • 1 : Waterloo Place Sunset

    • The smoke is clearing and the sun is getting low
      Is this the beginning of the afterglow?
      The sweet girls from the factories are passing you by
      They just want to sing and dance before they cry
      Before they realise

  • 2 : Freefall

    • Something's falling from the sky
      Through the empty space between truth and lies
      Writing in letters ten miles high
      'This is how you're going to live and die'

  • 3 : Song for Carlo

    • There's a picture of you, lying still
      in the middle of the hurricane
      And people gathered round, laying flowers on the ground
      Swearing they'll never be the same
      And the pressure dropped another degree
      And the sky went dark, in the evening heat
      And the hard wind that's coming will carry your name

  • 4 : She's standing right in front of you now

    • She is standing right in front of me
      And nothing looks the same anymore somehow
      She's cold and dazed, her lips are grazed
      Even the feel of her skin has changed

  • 5 : Seattle Calling

    • The government is corrupt
      And the fighting has begun
      And soon the masters of the universe
      Will have nowhere left to run

Waterloo Place Sunset

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The smoke is clearing and the sun is getting low
Is this the beginning of the afterglow?
The sweet girls from the factories are passing you by
They just want to sing and dance before they cry
Before they realise

Drop a bottle from the city walls
Hear it echo through the shopping malls
Keep them thinking, keep them on their feet
A blue light flashes and you feel the heat

Nothing gives, nothing's going on
Light up the sky, bring it on

Boiler suits, heavy hands, outside the banks
Loading guns, cracking jokes and giving thanks
There's a club where the DJ is the only attraction
But you have insufficient funds for this transaction

You remember when this city was in flames
Like the young braves who want to make a name
You stand and watch the film being made again
And the tourists taking pictures of the petrol bomb flames

Nothing gives, nothing's going on
Light up the sky, bring it on

Now this town is looking the same as any other
Neon signs, bright lights, broken bottles in the gutter
They'll sell you nostalgia in the bars
Get your teenage kicks from stealing cars

Tomorrow they'll open the banks
Get the girls to the factories
Get the cleaners in to clear the streets
And you could stand all night waiting for the flames
And never wonder who's winning this fucking game

Nothing gives, nothing's going on
Light up the sky, bring it on