Internal Exile lyrics
Song information
Artist: Fish
Album: Internal Exile
Lyrics
(Dick/boult/simmonds)
I saw a blue umbrella in princes street gardens
Heading out west for the lothian road
An evening news stuffed deep in his pocket
Wrapped up in his problems to keep away the cold
Grierson's spirit haunts the dockyards
Where the only men working are on
Documentary crews
Shooting film as the lines get longer
As the seams run out, as the oil runs dry
Chorus: hey there laddie, internal exile!
When will you realise we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, internal exile!
When will you realise we've got to let go?
Starlings wheeling round georgian spires
And the fires of grangemouth burn the skies
A lion sleeps in a tenement close
In a country that's tired and deaf to his roar
(Chorus)
They bury a wasteland deep in the wilderness
Poison the soil and reap the harvest
Of blind indifference, greed and apathy
Sowed way back in our history
The fish are few the harbours empty
The keels now rot on our oil slicked shores
The sheep are gone, the farms deserted
We're out of sight and we're out of mind
(Chorus)
Like our fathers before us
We've eyes for america
Dream of a new life on foreign shores
But wherever we go, we'll always know
That the land we stand on, is never our own
(Chorus)
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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