Back to The Kellaways
(Words and Music : Alf Davies)
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Columbus sailed into the west, went further than the rest Heard the rumblings of the crew, it was 1492 And he cried to them: just listen to the mate, and show some faith in me I say we'll make it through |
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Hear the pounding of the drum, the edge is getting near Sounds of tragedy to come, the smell of rising fear Hear the whistle of the wind and the whisper of the rig above The edge is getting near, can't you smell the fear And I believe in God, do what the captain told me But is he losing hold, I fear the cold The chill of death |
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Stalin never counted cost, no matter what was lost Heard the rumblings of the true, it was 1952 And he thundered out: your understanding's wrong, I am too strong for you You know you are too few | ||
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Hear the beating of the drum, the edge is getting near Model communists to come, the smell of rising fear Hear the howling of the wind in the salt mines wearing thin and weak The edge approaching |
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Bush has such a little mind, yeah even for his kind Hears the rumbling of the earth, but how much is it worth? And he lectures us: don't listen to the propaganda handed out I tell you now we won't be hurt | ||
Hear the beating of the drum, the edge is getting near More catastrophe to come, the price of progress dear Hear the whistle of the wind and the whisper of the trees at night A shell held to the ear Hear the pounding of the drum, the trend becoming clear More catastrophe to come, a meltdown drawing near Hear the warning of the wind and the crying of the trees at night The edge is getting near, can you smell the fear The edge is getting near, can you smell the fear |
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