Trees in Winter
Album - 1990 - Debaser id 57702

English Murder (07:24)

Sol Invictus • Trees in Winter

I wait here by the coast, in the company of ghosts
I sit and watch the world go by, sometimes I just sit and cry

Just another English murder, a poster on the station wall
Just another English murder, Britannia gone rotten to the core

I carry my guilt like a watch, but one that just won't stop
Doomed by the hands of God, whose giggling won't stop

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By the line she lies dead, beneath a mattress, her deathbed
In England - this septic isle; in England—Maxwell smiles

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Just another English murder, your photo on my wall
Just another English murder, it doesn't look like you at all in the dark

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Gold Is King (06:42)

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Gold is king, and the wind blows misery
Gold is king, and the wind blows usury

A falling leaf from a poisoned tree
A fetid river flows into an empty sea

The lute is cracked as is the spinner's wheel
A broken plough stands on a barren field

The sun is dying, dark comes the dawn
And in the womb, the child stillborn

Gold is king, and the wind blows misery
Gold is king, and the wind blows usury

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Media (02:26)

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Here we go again: the same old lies again
The empty words again, the pigs can fly again
From Wall Street to your heart
Neon Hollywood lights the dark,
Hear the bleating of the sheep
At the jokes of a media creep

And there's nothing I can say
See a world of tanks, ruled by a world of banks
Turn up you TV set, forget the chains of debt
See it all go down the drain
Switch channels, do you think it'll change?
Lapping prole food in the sun
Hail the masses—ugly and dumb

And there's nothing I can say

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Looking for Europe (03:45)

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He went looking for Europe, took love in his hand
With eyes of sunlight, like burning sand
Went to the west, rode to the east
Heard of life and honour, looked into the eyes of the beast
Stood in a city, in the gold house of whores
Said: ''I'm looking for Europe'', then you're looking for war
Sat on the throne of Arthur, held Boudica's sword
Kissed the flags of the great, beneath the towers so tall
Climbed up the hillside, where the eagle still flies
Said: ''I'm looking for Europe'', well be ready to cry
He walked to the forest, to the lair of the wolf
Said: ''I'm looking for Europe, I'll tell you truth.''
Some find it in a flag, some in the beat of a drum
Some with a book, and some with a gun
Some in a kiss, and some on the march
But if you're looking for Europe, best look in your heart

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