Village of Lost Souls

Upon the hill the church bells chime

The graveyard whispers of another time

When lowly men and the land were one

And this ugly war had not begun

Above us the roof is full of holes

Searching this village of lost souls

John Keats is in the alley Looking for a rhyme

Edward German walks by quickly Lost in another time I’m in the boot store

With a bootleg in my hand

Sipping Kraken quietly

Trying to make a stand

In the bull ring the artisans chatter

Newspaper headlines do not matter

To society fires of quiet rural lives

The verger preaches to lost young wives

Above us the roof is full of holes

Searching this village of lost souls

John Keats is in the alley Looking for a rhyme

Edward German walks by quickly Lost in another time I’m in the boot store

With a bootleg in my hand

Sipping Kraken quietly

Trying to make a stand

By the waterside the barges float

The lock keeper paints his rotten boat

Flies buzz round fish heads and tails

The jolly joiner repairs his sails

Above us the roof is full of holes

Searching this village of lost souls

John Keats is in the alley Looking for a rhyme

Edward German walks by quickly Lost in another time I’m in the boot store

With a bootleg in my hand

Sipping Kraken quietly

Trying to make a stand

In the Greyhound pub granddad drinks

The waitress watches as her spirit sinks

Punters come and wild wayfarers go

The world outside it moves too slow

Above us the roof is full of holes

Searching this village of lost souls

John Keats is in the alley Looking for a rhyme

Edward German walks by quickly Lost in another time I’m in the boot store

With a bootleg in my hand

Sipping Kraken quietly

Trying to make a stand

Hope in Hopelessness

Huddled by the puddles

In the corner

Where the drains run

Frozen stiff with frostbite

And soaked to the skin

Victims of a genocide

Your hope is wearing

Thin

Limbless and lifeless

Faceless and eyeless

You’re my cousin

You’re my friend

You’re my daughter

Sons of men

We embrace

We are one

We are brothers in arms

Hunger gnaws with no mercy

At the women

In the awning

Dying to survive

Blisters on her chin

Victims of a genocide

Your hope is wearing

Thin

Limbless and lifeless

Faceless and eyeless

You’re my cousin

You’re my friend

You’re my daughter

Sons of men

We embrace

We are one

We are brothers in arms

Screams pierce the darkness

In the rubble

Of the shelter

Bombs explode above

The Zionist’s dark sin

Victims of a genocide

Your hope is wearing

Thin

Limbless and lifeless

Faceless and eyeless

You’re my cousin

You’re my friend

You’re my daughter

Sons of men

We embrace

We are one

We are brothers in arms

Hostage to blind fortune

In the ruins

Of your home

Peeking out for someone

The light is getting dim

Victims of a genocide

Your hope is wearing

Thin

Limbless and lifeless

Faceless and eyeless

You’re my cousin

You’re my friend

You’re my daughter

Sons of men

We embrace

We are one

We are brothers in arms