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Frontline
03:09
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FRONTLINE
I am a Soldier Man I signed The Pledge
Off to the front line we go
I am a Philistine I have the right
Off to the trenches we go
Will we see another rising sun above our shallow graves?
Cover me with roses: burn me on a funeral pyre
Do we stand on hallowed ground our pitied souls will they be saved?
There must be a joker in the pack
I am a Farmer Man I dig the fields
Off to the front line we go
I am a Poet Man I fight with words
Off to the trenches we go
There must be an undertaker: dress us for our maker high
Cover me with roses: throw my ashes to the wind
Welcome to this stupid war: what is it we are fighting for?
There must be a joker in the pack
I am a Fisher Man I cast my nets
Off to the front line we go
I am a Thespian: To be or not to be
Off to the trenches we go
Where we all fall down: we all go down together
We all fall down: We all fall down together
I’ve been to Vietnam with Uncle Sam
Off to the front line we go
I’ve done Jerusalem I’ve got the shirt
Off to the trenches we go
Will we see another rising sun above our shallow graves?
Cover me with roses: burn me on a funeral pyre
Do we stand on hallowed ground our pitied souls will they be saved?
There must be a joker in the pack
I am Jesus Christ you’ve read the book
Off to the front line we go
I am The Substitute who scored to win the cup
Off to the trenches we go
Here we go: here we go
Off to the frontline we go
Here we go: here we go
Off to the trenches we go
Where we all fall down
© Faulkner
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Giving It All To Charity
02:56
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Giving It All To Charity
Down on the corner, the doorway is warmer
Sits a lonely soul
She’s chilled to the bone; As there’s nowhere called home,
She can’t get any dole.
So come wind, rain or shine, she’s shivering time
Waiting for now or never.
So I’m giving it all to charity
I’m giving it all away today
Giving it all to charity
Giving it all away today
Out on the lash, with his hand out for cash
An old soldier begs
He fought in a war, then a landmine he bought,
Man, he lost both his legs.
He made it home from Iraq, fell through the cracks,
Where is his Queen and Country?
So I’m giving it all to charity
I’m giving it all away today
I’m giving it all to charity
Giving it all away today
Turning a trick, just to buy his next fix
Another soul goes by
He tried the rehab, the withdrawals were bad,
Bleeding out, crucified
Strung out, hung out to dry, He’s too low to fly
So he can’t see no future
So I’m giving it all to charity
I’m giving it all away today
I’m giving it all to charity
Giving it all away today…
© Faulkner
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Take No More
04:48
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Take No More
They take our money and they build their bombs
They chop our trees till forest’s gone
They plant our crops with a demon seed
Soon your home cooking will make you bleed
If you ain’t gonna take no more
Sing… “We ain’t gonna take no more”
Mr President’s got a Twitter feed
Atomic radioactive Tweets
Working cheap for the Company
No rights in gig economies
If you ain’t gonna take no more
Sing… “We ain’t gonna take no more”
Walk the line for the NHS
March for Life no second best
Raise your voices hand in hand
Welcome to the Freedom Band
If you ain’t gonna take no more
Sing… “We ain’t gonna take no more”
They fill our lungs with their CO2
I’m in a sweat got the greenhouse blues
Building walls is their racist cure
Whilst the rich get rich, the poor get poor
If you ain’t gonna take no more
Sing… “We ain’t gonna take no more”
© Faulkner 2018
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Ghosts (Faulkner)
03:30
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A Long Way From Miami
03:42
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Long Way From Miami
There had always been The Troubles, through it all the bands played on
The Castle Ballroom, Banbridge heard The Miami Showband’s last song
There had always been the checkpoints, The Queen’s Army on the watch
When The UDR came calling, you’d smile sweetly resist the craic.
Did they die for Queen and Country? Did they die for a Papal Kiss?
Lined up by the roadside, Christ how did it all come to this?
It was a long way from Miami – Down the Dublin road
Many a band travelled that way – Some never came back
The UVF were planning to plant a bomb in the old gig van
For an Ulster man to discover to show The Miamis were IRA men
But the bomb it went off too early, to their maker two UVF went
In the carnage that was to follow – three Miamis were heaven sent
It was a long way from Miami – Down the Dublin road
Many a band travelled that way – Some never came back
Two survived to tell the story – such a terrible thing to bear
To see your band mates maimed and slaughtered in the cold, blood-red, Newry air
So when you’re driving on the bypass say a prayer for the boys in the band
You’ll probably hear them singing
“They used to call us... The Miami Showband”
It was a long way from Miami – Down the Dublin road
Many a band travelled that way – Some never came back
Many a band travelled that way – Some never came back
Words & Music Faulkner
© Faulkner
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To The Rock (Fort Perch)
04:17
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To The Rock (Fort Perch)
We have ploughed o’er the waves for a cran: our meagre pay
O’er The Celtic Sea to Atlantic gales
We have chanced our lives as we worked our endless shift
Then the cry goes out: To the wind heave on boys
To the wind let her go
Heave on home
To The Rock: To The Rock
Where The Mersey meets the sea
To The Rock where me Judy waits for me
As we pray every wave we will know we’re home and safe
When we sight Fort Perch Rock starboard ho
Starboard ho
With our earned dignity laid across the endless sea
O’er this watery grave with our faith in God
For our precious catch we have sailed our luck
Then the cry goes out: To the wind heave on boys
To the wind let her go
Heave on home
To The Rock: To The Rock
Where The Mersey meets the sea
To The Rock where me Judy waits for me
As we pray every wave we will know we’re home and safe
When we sight Fort Perch Rock starboard ho
Starboard ho
Then the cry goes out: To the wind heave on boys
To the wind let her go
Heave on home
To The Rock: To The Rock
Where The Mersey meets the sea
To The Rock where me Judy waits for me
As we pray every wave we will know we’re home and safe
When we sight Fort Perch Rock starboard ho
To The Rock: To The Rock
Where The Mersey meets the sea
To The Rock where me Judy waits for me
As we pray every wave we will know we’re home and safe
When we sight Fort Perch Rock starboard ho
Starboard ho
© Eric Faulkner
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Faithless (Faulkner)
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Lost At Sea (Faulkner)
03:06
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Born To Be Free
02:59
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Born To Be Free
I swear I heard a voice, the merest whisper
And I know you heard it too
It was carried on the wind, from shore to shore
From mountain high, to me and you.
“To be free, born to be free,” it said,
“To be free, we are all born to be free.”
From the womb, suckled with a mother’s love
To the grave, we are all born to be free.
As the bankers trade their shares in poverty,
The politicians trade debate;
To the palace of the despot, the blood money
Fuels the pain, fuels the hate.
“To be free, born to be free,” it said,
“To be free, we are all born to be free.”
From the womb, suckled with a mother’s love
To the grave, we are all born to be free.
Freedom’s not a word on dollar bills,
So freedom it can wait.
Freedom’s not a word on dollar bills,
So freedom it can wait.
“To be free, born to be free,” it said,
“To be free, we are all born to be free.”
From the womb, suckled with a mother’s love
To the grave, we are all born to be free.
To be free, we are all born to be free.
To the grave, we are all born to be free.
© Faulkner 2018
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GHOSTS
They’ve called in the suits from Bloomsbury Way
To sort out the mess of the Thatcherite days
When the profit’s God, divided we will fall
It’s dead on The Clyde, it’s quiet on The Tyne
The whole dock’s dry no overtime
We’ve got our cards, they’ve sent us home today
So tell me, who can build? Who can sail?
Who can launch a ship with no name?
The ghosts of our ships sailing on the tide
Do they think they can better the toil and the sweat?
Of my faither, his brothers and all the rest
They may as well tear the whole thing down
But you all bought the lie and you all missed the catch
But my weans want this and my weans want that
I’ll send the bill down to Dulwich Town
So tell me, who can build? Who can sail?
Who can launch a ship with no name?
The ghosts of our ships sailing on the tide
So if I meet the suits from Bloomsbury way
Tell you what they’ll officially receive from me
They’ll get my boot right up their poverty
So tell me, who can build? Who can sail?
Who can launch a ship with no name?
The ghosts of our ships sailing on the tide
The ghosts of our ships sailing on the tide
The ghosts of our ships sailing on the tide
© Eric Faulkner
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Eric Faulkner UK
Multi-instrumentalist Eric Faulkner has been writing, singing and performing music for more than 50 years, since playing
viola with the Edinburgh School Orchestra.
His musical skills have taken him to the top of the charts in UK, America, Japan and Australia and to high profile political and acoustic festivals throughout the world.
You will hear songs recorded over the years until present day.
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