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Little Soldier
04:50
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little soldier, littler soldier
don't you know where you come from
little soldier, little soldier
aren't you going to get your gun
where have all the children gone
a long time passing winter into spring
where have all the flowers gone
they're underneath the concrete of the streets
there's a guy around this way
who walks the streets you used to play
and everybody who knows his name whispers it
little soldier, little soldier
if you've got nowhere to run
little soldier, little soldier
aren't you going to get your gun
your mother warned you but she knows
you'll meet him one day down the road
maybe he's only just around the corner
maybe one day he'll come for you
and then what else are you to do
maybe you've got no option but to take him on
you'd best be strong
little soldier, little soldier
aren't you going to get your gun
little soldier, little soldier
don't you know where you come from
now he steps out from the shadows
and underneath the streetlight sees you plainly
he knows what your after
he knows your face he knows your name
where have all the children gone
where've they gone and what of them's become
where have all the children gone
they've gone for soldiers every one
and now he whispers in your ear
and you recognise the voice you hear
what was it that you used to be afraid of
don't you know where he comes from
and ain't you known him all along
maybe he's going to get you everything you want
that's what he says
you were always brave
little soldier, little soldier
now you're not so little anymore
little soldier, little soldier
someone's knocking at your door
all the little soldiers
where have all the little soldiers gone
maybe they got older
maybe they've all gone to get their guns
© Robin Elliott 2006
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Spits of Rain
03:43
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spits of rain
she wont change, she wont change
you can't change the weather
or the blood in your veins
she's going round to an old friend
across town to pick up
and he'll give her something
that I never could
our troubles, darling
they're not worth the pain
we ain't worth to the wide world
the falling of two spits of rain
bright shards of sunlight
break through from above
whatever I give her
it's never enough
it's sunlight puts the shadows
on her arms again
it's sunlight gives us shadows
the rest of the sky spits rain
now we're together I don't feel a thing
except for sunlight in my veins
and love for you, my dear
now we're together I don't feel a thing
except for sunlight in my veins, love
© Robin Elliott 2006
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In Your Name
04:16
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forward four black horses stride
black feathers in their manes
dressed in their best and sorrow
all your people crowd the lanes
your carriage drawn behind
and proud we follow in our lines
all in your name
all your friends are gathered here
to greet you once again
to tell of all the things you did
and all the gifts you gave
how strange that you aren't here
for all the laughter and the tears
falling in your name
we know this is not the end
something still remains
there's an honour to defend
kept in your name
one black ribbon winding
through the streets that you once knew
we process, our footsteps trapped in time
with some black-hearted tune
to the fields most tearstained
and build a palace of a grave
all in your name
forward four black horses stride
drawing us behind
cold we burn, and black with rage
burning in your name
© 2006 Robin Elliott
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Rashomon
05:03
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I'm older than I was, young as I'll ever be
I'm at the age now where my youth appeals to me
funny how time's gone as soon as it's here
moment after moment and year after year
I'm from a town by the estuary
where the arse of the river meets the mouth of the sea
and that town's a shithole and everyone leaves
sunk down in the river or caught by the breeze
across that battlefield of oceans blue
who knows if your letter made though
I'm young as I ever was, old as I'll ever be
and everything I was I left where I used to be
in pain or anger, where I was I stand there still
pleasure or laughter, I stand there I always will
they can call me by the wrong name
but I remain the same
maybe you remember the times that we touched
when we witnessed each other
shared truths with a look
and out in the desert, proud warriors on horseback
say your soul's stolen in the frame of a photograph
if you can't remember where I was
that's 'cause I'm still there
when you can't remember where I was
I'm still there
© 2006 Robin Elliott
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Robin Elliott London, UK
Extraordinary songwriter and performer.
Funnier and more self-deprecating than this makes me sound.
Forthcoming album There is a Land is awash with novel narrative strategies and novelty Brexit tunes.
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