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Shadow Sect & Lucy Furr - In The Shadow (Zardonic Remix) lyrics


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In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, he plunges at me
Guttering, choking, drowning
If poetry could tell it backwards, true
Begin that moment shrapnel scythed you to the stinking mud
But you get up, amazed, watch bled bad blood
Run upwards from the slime into its wounds
See lines and lines of British boys rewind back to their trenches
Kiss the photographs from home
Mothers, sweethearts, sisters, younger brothers
Not entering the story now to die and die and die

Dulce, no, decorum, no, pro patria mori
You walk away, drop your gun
Fixed bayonet like all your mates do too
Harry, Tommy, Wilfred, Edward, Bert
And light a cigarette
There's coffee in the square, warm French bread
And all those thousands dead are shaking dried mud from their hair
And queuing up for home
Freshly alive, a lad plays Tipperary to the crowd
Released from History
The glistening, healthy horses fit for heroes, kings

You lean against a wall,
Your several million lives still possible
And crammed with love, work, children, talent, English beer, good food
You see the poet tuck away his pocket-book and smile
If poetry could truly tell it backwards, then it would

In the shadows

If poetry could truly tell it backwards, then it would

In the shadows

You see the poet tuck away his pocket-book and smile
If poetry could truly tell it backwards, then it would

Cover: Shadow Sect & Lucy Furr - In The Shadow (Zardonic Remix)
  • London Calling ​/ ​In The Shadow

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2 lyrics with the source Carol Ann Duffy - Last Post
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1 Shadow Sect & Lucy Furr In The Shadows DnB 2019
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