Billy Bragg
Billy Bragg
Billy Bragg
Billy Bragg
Billy Bragg
Billy Bragg
Billy Bragg
Billy Bragg
Billy Bragg
Billy Bragg
Billy Bragg
Billy Bragg
Billy Bragg
Billy Bragg
Billy Bragg
Billy Bragg
Billy Bragg
Billy Bragg
Billy Bragg
Billy Bragg
Speaking on the painful Falklands War, Billy dispels the idealistic view on battles and notes the great death and chaos “he” saw.
Digging all day and digging all night
To keep my foxhole out of sight
Digging into dinner on a plate on my knees
The smell of damp webbing in the morning breeze
Fear in my stomach, fear in the sky
I eat my dinner with a weary eye
After all this it won't be the same
Messing around on Salisbury Plain
Pick up your feet, fall in, move out
We're going to a party way down South
Me and the Corporal out on a spree
Damned from here to eternity
I can already taste the blood in my mouth ?
We're going to a party way down South
I hate this flat land, there's no cover
For sons and fathers and brothers and lovers
I can take the killing, I can take the slaughter
But I don't talk to Sun reporters
I never thought that I would be
Fighting fascists in the Southern Sea
I saw one today and in his hand
Was a weapon that was made in Birmingham
Pick up your feet, fall in, move out
We're going to a party way down South
Me and the Corporal out on a spree
Damned from here to eternity
I can already taste the blood in my mouth
We're going to a party way down South
I wish Kipling and the Captain were here
To record our pursuits for posterity
Me and the Corporal out on a spree
Damned from here to eternity
Island of No Return was written by Billy Bragg.
Island of No Return was produced by Edward de Bono.