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*​*​IT HAPPENS

by Cheryl Hillier

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1.
What inspires the young to kill? One track minded won't live to tell; Disconnected from all that counts Disenfranchised the tension mounts. - Go on - Defend your faith And all those orphans make, And justify your means To steal those hopes and dreams. Misdirected in every way, Pointless waste is all you say, Isolated within your cell, Come out, come out, come out of your shell, And taste the world outside, Where there's no need to hide, And diversity is such a thrill Why d'you feel the need to kill? Mass destruction on such a scale, To want to die for fear you'd fail, Crystalising the hate and fear, All you do is bring it nearer, To ones that you still love, The loss is all too much, And to find their flesh and blood, Has got that murdering touch.
2.
Its the beginning of the end. No clearer message you could send. From the trickle comes a wave, That becomes a huge cascade, From the trickle comes a wave. The government is not your friend, The banks won't lend. Who or what will save the poor? Somehow the banks always get more. From the trickle comes a wave. From the cradle to the grave, To the machines we are enslaved. Our comforts come at great expense, So who would come to our defense? From the trickle comes a wave. Intensive farming has it's sins, And we'll still starve while profits win. Spreading super bugs, or weeds, or fear, We might have known it started here, From the trickle comes a wave. We see the brown stuff hit the fan, And still we lack a master plan. Out of the fat into the fire, Reap the rewards of your desires, From the trickle comes a wave.... We watch the pressure cookers vent, Unleash a series of events, Unfolds a human tragedy, That will outlive you and me, From the trickle comes a wave. So who'll be lost within the rush? When the crash comes, Who will be crushed? No escaping from the tides, That approach us nations wide, From the trickle comes a wave.... There's no escape from there my dear, and no escape from here. There's no escaping, There's no escaping from the tides. From the trickle comes a wave, We'll be washed away... There's no escaping, No escaping, from the tides.
3.
Starts with just a cancer stick, Feeling giddy, feeling sick, Then what you strive to do all day, Smelling like an ashtray, And turn a muddy shade of brown Smoking's fine; it's cool to smoke, It's OK, just one small toke, Here's my mate, he's an alright bloke, So how about a line of coke? Helping hands to guide you.. On the winding spiral down.. Who said drugs don't do no harm? Must be from the funny farm, Such a tiny price to pay, But the cost goes on and on and on, Seems they played a nasty trick? Did you want terror or a kick? It's only when your brain's been stewed, That you find that you've been screwed, Helping hands to guide you.. On the winding spiral down. It's OK, I'm not like him; Feed my habit, be a crim' Sit back and watch the habit grow, Your decline is sure and slow, On the winding spiral down.... If you want to hang you'll need more rope, Do it big in cinema scope! Just quit now while there's still hope, 'Cause there's plenty more of that slippery slope.. Helping hands to guide you.. On the winding spiral down
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Gifthorses 05:09
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Take a look what you've begun, Take a good look what you've become, 'Cause when all's said and done, Your moral high-ground's long, long, long, long gone. It's all in your head! But tell that to the dead. One more aid-worker is gone. Jihadi John, what have you done? ............Wait, wait, wait. It's not fate; It's just hate. It's never too late. Don't choose hate. You have feelings that are strong, You need a reason to belong, But what you're doing's wrong, You had to know that all along, long, long, long, long. You're just talking to the hand! Until you understand We need more reasons to forgive, 'cause we all want to live, live, live and let live .............wait, wait, wait... When people making fun, Ends not with boycott, but with gun, It's not safe for anyone, ANY God would question what you've done. With freedom on the wire!! Yet more Moslems under fire, YOU sully his name..... And you make your prophet weep. ..............wait, wait, wait.... Ask the women that you rule.... Why should children die for school? They'd tell you what you're doing's wrong, And they'd think my God what have you done. All they brought was love!!! And all you bring is blood. One more aid worker is gone. You're just making martyrs out of them. ...............wait, wait, wait.... It's never too late Don't choose hate
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Mockingjay 03:46
Roll the children in, Let the games begin, But they won't let you win; they won't let you win. Call it any name; it should feel the same, Feel it fan the flames - it should bring them shame, bring them shame! Of all the games to play, Send in the Mockingjay, Beside the sweetest rose, A revolution grows... Of all the games to play, Send in the Mockingjay!! Under a fascist sky, and the all-seeing eye, They'll pick the cutest guy, the won't question why, let it fly, let him die... Wait till he cease to breath, and with his life bequeath Another spiteful toy - but he was just a boy, just a boy. Don't dwell on his defeat, winning is bittersweet. Who'll be next to fall, hear your tribute call, Into the jaws of hell, they will serve you well, serve you well. You may feed their greed, but they have sown the seed, That grows for you to savour; May the odds be ever in you favour... Of all the games to play, send in the Mockingjay! Behind a plastic smile, they will watch a while... Watch your bodies broken ...and wear your fashion token.
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Food 04:54
Food, is nourishment to you, So why should they do this to you. Insidious creatures they are, Big industry grim reapers are. Do they have your interests in mind - no? They're hoping their public is blind, And keeping their fat pockets lined. And our fat is greasing their wheels, Know how that feels? To package and process our dreams, To feed us an image, Empty of goodness, That's like Hell, And it's our Hell. Cheap ingredients apt to inflame; The sugars we're not allowed to blame; Additives in everything we eat! They're fueling the engines. They're fueling the engines. Just picture the processed stodge and reclaimed meat! ...A visceral process, The grinding of bones, They're fueling the engines. They're fueling the engines. They're fueling the engines and starving the soul! That's like Hell, And it's our Hell.

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Songwriting has always been a necessary vent for me; at last, an album to be proud of... containing some important messages.
In memory of those who didn't make it home 7/7/05, of David Haines, Alan Henning, Charlie Hebdo, Tunisian holiday makers, Pakistani schoolchildren, Rachel Whitear, Leah Betts, Anna Wood and in the spirit of Malala Yousafzai, please SHARE and help me get them out there...

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released July 7, 2015

All original songs, produced, mixed and mastered by Tom Excell at Henwood Studios.
With thanks to Pete Thomas on bass, Finn Booth on drums, Joe Henwood on sax, and Jonny Enser on trumpet.

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