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Songs / 1984

International Man of Dignity, anthropologist, and socio-economic researcher / commentator.

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1984 - the song

1984

I proselytise day in day out, I carry the message, I fight the doubt

I knock on doors, I pound the streets, I'm always there when my branch meets

We waste time, we waste our breath, Our time together does not connect

We don't consider the things we say, Our meetings end in disarray.

It's all so sad, it breaks my heart the way these things tear us apart

Despite our best endeavours things seem to stay the same

The right keeps all the power and the left gets all the blame.


I have friends, work under ground Came out on strike to save their towns

Though they were kicked by a vengeful state Harassed by media engendering hate

They persevered at tremendous cost, Went down fighting and finally lost

Now there's strife, recrimination, The blacklegs call for separation

It's all so sad, it breaks my heart the way these things tear us apart

Despite our best endeavours things seem to stay the same

The bosses keep the power and the workers get the blame.


I go out to the airforce base, I try to save the human race

I stand around, looking like a fool, See the ones I love being ridiculed

They sit right down and block the gate, Remain calm, don't hesitate

They're dragged away by head and hair, Abused and thrown into cells somewhere

It's all so sad, it breaks my heart the way these things tear us apart

Despite our best endeavours things seem to stay the same

The hawks keep all the power and the doves get all the blame.


It's all so sad, it breaks my heart the way these things tear us apart

Tear us apart, tear us apart, tear us apart…..


© 2020 Deacon Martin

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