Limited Edition Compact Disc of Chuck Sj Hay's digital album 'Mood Swings'. Artwork by Jo Turner. Album comes with an instant digital download.
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lyrics
At the beginning they think, nothing is gonna let me sink away from my family
they're my blood, my love, the air that i breathe
What starts as a yearning to go home
as the ticking of the clock lets them know
that they're not stuck in time, this isn't forever
come five they'll all be together
the workers that is, the slaves to our country
the men who fight with numbers, whilst their names go rusty
the ones that are all stuck on a train down below the surface
piled up against each other like animals from a circus
and they aint got any soul in their eyes
apart from a few, that are still anxious as each stop takes them by
but there the ones with kids with the big tired eyes
just waiting to see daddy before they call it night
most are already tucked up in bed they know that as soon as he gets in
he's gonna head
straight to the cupboard with the bottles that make adults dizzy
But the days and the months and years have got him
he's been a slave longer now than he's ever had freedom
he sits in his chair with his hands through his hair
reminding himself that this was his decision to make
the wealth for his family, was his mistake
and what started as excitement, a change for them all
a sense of security and nowhere to fall
has turned into a home that empty of laughter
he keeps telling himself that after they're grown up they'll have all that they need
designer clothes and cars of speed
their own homes and their own families
but families are expensive if you want the best for them
and out comes this vicious circle where everyone
sacrifices themselves
to the cooperation world
hundreds of these men walk through the streets of London
whilst little old fred sits homeless and rotten
asking for any money that they don't need
but it's their blood, their love, the air that they breathe
Little old fred sits frozen to the bone from being left alone
hows he have faith anymore
even when you're rich you're still left poor
but keep on fighting
just keep on fighting
we're stronger now
theres a young poet behind the bar
she's serving pints whilst men stare down her bra
beisdes her lays an empty book
but she can't seem to get her imagination to work
she doesn't get home until four and there's a day to start before she's through the door
she thinks of the warmth of her bed, and the day ahead of her that she's going to dread
but she
She keeps on dreaming
she keeps on dreaming
cause we're stronger now
he sits in his chair with his hands through his hair
reminding himself that this was his decision to make
the wealth for his family, was his mistake
and what started as excitement, a change for them all
a sense of security and nowhere to fall
has turned into a home that empty of laughter
he keeps telling himself that after they're grown up they'll have all that they need
they'll have designer clothes and cars of speed
they'll have their own homes and their own families
but families are expensive if you want the best for them
and out comes this vicious circle where everyone
sacrifices themselves
to the cooperation world
Just keep on fighting
just keep on fighting
we're stronger now we're stronger now than we ever were before
we're stronger now we're stronger now than we ever were before
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