Notes From a Small Island (Redux 2 Version) - LorD and Master: letras de canções, vídeos de música e concertos

LorD and Master

Notes From a Small Island (Redux 2 Version)

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Electronica

Notes From a Small Island (Redux 2 Version) foi lançado em 27 de maio de 2019 por RetroSynth Records como parte do álbum Redux 2

Detalhes da canção

Data de lançamento27 de maio de 2019

EditoraRetroSynth Records

Melodicidade

Acústica

Valência

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM127

DESCRIÇÃO GERAL

LETRA

Vídeo de música

Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS

LorD and Master

LorD and Master

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Daniel George Bailey-Graham

Daniel George Bailey-Graham

Songwriter

Letra

A train goes past the station

There are leaves upon the line

Commuters stifle sniffles

With a plastic cup of wine

Waiting at a level crossing

Stands a silver four-wheel-drive

Time to pick the kids up

Who knows when they will arrive

Down the lane a little cyclist

With a little flashing light

Slips past a little church

Its little windows shining bright

Around the back a graveyard

With some ageing wooden benches

Empty beer cans litter graves

Of those who died in trenches

We're all living on this island

We're all getting by

Empire lost, we count the cost but

Stiff upper lips don't cry

On the fields of Battle

There's a kid flying a kite

His parents pecking fingerfoods

Discussing who is right

He says they should move

But she wants to stay put

He's increasingly insistent

But she's putting down her foot

Across the road a pub is open

Parasols out front

People drinking continental lager

Talking with a grunt

The cat jumps up on to the bar

A glass falls with a smash

“That's coming from your wages”

Says the landlord waving cash

We're all living on this island

We're all getting by

Empire lost, we count the cost but

Stiff upper lips don't cry

Streets away, a tiny woman

Pulls a basket on its wheel

Inside the Yorkshire terrier

Looks forward to its meals

She stops into a corner shop

Picks up a box of tea

She strolls back home and watches

Something on the BBC

Next door a baby's crying

'Cause she wants to have her feed

Her mum lets out a big sigh

'Cause she's settled down to read

Up and down the country

On the doorsteps and the drives

All the British people

Going about their British lives

We're all living on this island

We're all getting by

Empire lost, we count the cost but

Stiff upper lips don't cry

We're all living on this island

We're all getting by

Empire lost, we count the cost but

Stiff upper lips don't cry

Written by: Daniel George Bailey-Graham

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